Chapter 5 The Southern Frontier Holy Son Obsessed with Gu Poison

Regardless, what Lu Yi said was indeed correct.

If they stay any longer, they will only be abandoned by their families and replaced by others.

"Then how do we leave? As long as the Gu in our bodies lasts, even if we return to Shangyunjing, that little... little devil can still control our lives."

"Don't worry about this, Xiaoling Division has its own way," Lu Yi said. He had gone to steal the Gu worms earlier in order to secretly send them to another deputy envoy in Xiaoling Division who was skilled in poison.

His Majesty has decreed that whoever rescues these noble scions and captures the mastermind behind it all will be appointed Commander of the Swift Guard.

Unfortunately, this matter was related to the Gu poison in the southern border region, and ordinary imperial physicians were unable to find a cure. He had no choice but to join forces with others.

Xie Rong was also pondering this matter.

His Gu poison, let alone in the Central Plains, even in the Southern Frontier, could only be cured by his senior brother who had betrayed the sect. But even that was all he could do; his skill in refining Gu was ultimately no match for his.

What could that person do after stealing his Gu?

"System, wasn't this explained in the original storyline?"

[Host, this is, after all, a villainous system; it can only provide a synopsis of the original plot. The protagonist endures humiliation and hardship, working with his inner group to wipe out the Misty Valley, ultimately taking the first step towards becoming a powerful minister.]

“This isn’t over,” Xie Rong sneered.

But then he thought of something and his mood improved again.

The insect eggs that Lu Yi had eaten were now ready to hatch and take root, having sensed the warmth of the adult man.

Xie Rong got up from the couch and walked out of the bamboo house in his wooden clogs.

It was already late at night, and the medicine servants in the low house had all gone to bed. Suddenly, a soft sound of silver bells rang out from outside.

Lu Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

Everyone in the room except him was asleep. The sound of the silver bell was extremely faint, as if it was approaching little by little with someone's light footsteps, until it stopped outside the door.

In the Valley of Mystery, even the low houses where the medicine slaves lived were not fitted with bolts.

The person outside easily pushed open the door, the tinkling of silver bells overlapping with the clinking of the person's elaborate silver ornaments, growing ever closer.

Getting closer and closer.

He was so close that he could smell a faint fragrance.

Lu Yi closed his eyes as if possessed, a cold laugh rising in his heart.

Why is this demon acting so suspiciously on his own turf? What shady business is he planning to do this time?

With a rustling sound, the blankets covering him were pulled back, and a soft, warm body lay on top of him, the fragrance lingering around him once again covered by the blankets.

Lu Yi's hands clenched silently at his sides, and the muscles in his waist and abdomen, pressed against that person's softness, were stretched to the extreme.

After waiting for a while, the demon seemed to pull something out of his pocket. It was hard and felt uncomfortable against his chest.

Splash!

It was the sound of pages being turned.

Climbing onto a drug slave in the middle of the night just to keep warm and read a book?

Xie Rong certainly wasn't reading to keep warm.

Instead, he forgot halfway through how to verify the effectiveness of the Gu worm and simply flipped through the book again.

This love potion is really troublesome; he can't play the flute, so he has to test it himself.

Xie Rong licked away the sweat that had been trapped on her lips by the man's heat, becoming increasingly irritable.

Finally finishing reading, he closed the book, grabbed Lu Yi's chin with one hand, and looked down as if he was unsure, so he simply put the book on the pillow and opened it again.

Then, she lowered her head and, following the pattern in the book, touched Lu Yi's lips with her own.

After touching one spot for a while, he looked up and turned to the next page, following the book's direction from the man's lips to his strong jawline, and then down to his prominent Adam's apple.

"..."

Those two lips were incredibly soft, and they just held his Adam's apple in their mouth.

Lu Yi felt as if his mind had exploded, his thoughts twisting into a tangled mess, and he struggled to suppress the urge to swallow.

This devil crawled into his bed in the middle of the night, sat on him, just to do *that* with him?!

Before he could calm down, he heard the person on top of him muttering to themselves.

"Why hasn't it turned into homosexuality yet? Has the Gu not hatched yet?"

What homosexuality?

Lu Yi then thought of the insect egg he had spat out and suddenly realized what was going on.

This devil's methods are truly despicable!

Unfortunately, Xie Rong was destined to be disappointed; he did not eat the insect eggs at all.

The person on top of him was still not satisfied, so he lowered his head and rubbed against him again, then moved his body slightly downwards and sat down below his waist and abdomen.

Xie Rong adjusted his posture according to the painting of Wushan, then suddenly frowned.

What's wrong with the host?

"It doesn't feel as comfortable sitting here as it did before," Xie Rong said unhappily.

Actually, he wasn't very comfortable sitting on the man's waist and abdomen.

It was too hard, like a block of iron all over. He wouldn't have touched it if it weren't for checking for the poison.

[...]

The system fell silent.

Xie Rong didn't care. He roughly pulled open Lu Yi's collar and, following the illustrations, stretched out a finger and slowly and awkwardly drew circles on the man's bare chest.

He felt increasingly uncomfortable sitting there, so he shifted his position.

The night was too dark, and beads of sweat silently streamed down Lu Yi's forehead.

Perhaps it was too hot, and his brain was burned to mush.

He was even somewhat dazed, and for the first time began to question the qualities he should have as a member of the Xiaoling Guard.

Did he really spit out the insect egg?

Or did Xie Rong, that devil, put more than one insect egg in that bowl of rice?

Or perhaps, when Xie Rong kissed him just now, she deliberately used her beauty to seduce him, and then secretly fed him a piece when he wasn't looking?

A sudden gust of cold wind blew into the already dilapidated window frame of the low house, and Lu Yi was awakened by the bone-chilling cold.

"Why has he gotten colder?" Xie Rong frowned and touched the man's slightly cool chin.

The small print in the picture book clearly states that after all the actions of homosexuality, it's like being consumed by a raging fire, and can only be resolved by melting each other apart.

[Host, the people in the picture book are awake.] The system whispered.

“Actually, I saw it a long time ago,” Xie Rong said with a dark and sinister expression. “It was just a test to see if you were stupid or not.”

"Of course, my host is the smartest!" the white slime flattered.

Xie Rong snorted coldly, glancing down at the man beneath her with his eyes closed, growing increasingly displeased.

He made a wasted trip.

He didn't care whether he would wake anyone; he slapped the man across the face, his anger dissipating, before finally getting out of bed and leaving.

The door was slammed shut with a thud.

Lu Yi opened his bloodshot eyes and covered himself back with the blankets that the other person had pulled back.

He licked his lips, which had been moist but began to dry and peel again after the demon left.

The demon's lips were so soft.

Lu Yi looked disgusted. Anyone would feel disgusted if a wicked homosexual devil climbed into their bed and stole a kiss in the middle of the night!

Lu Yi vigorously wiped his lips, then tore off a piece of cloth from his sleeve, dampened it with water, and viciously wiped all the places that the person had touched.

After wiping himself down, he leaned against the headboard, feeling drowsy and unable to fall asleep for a long time.

He frowned, his heart filled with unbearable frustration.

He began to drift off into a daze, seemingly without any clear purpose.

That demon's lips were so soft.