Chapter 64 How about we become Daoist partners? Not outsiders, but insiders, my senior brother...
Xiao Huaiyuan was usually impartial and never revealed his personal feelings to outsiders. Even when he imprisoned Fu Ming, he still devoted two hours every day to working.
Therefore, Fu Ming thought that "our affairs" only referred to the two events of the fierce formation in Boyun Village and the flood in Luocheng, and did not associate it with romantic feelings.
Wait a minute.
Even the slow-witted Fu Ming noticed something was wrong.
The younger disciples of Tianyan Sect might not recognize his face, but Xu Yan wasn't blind. Wouldn't he find out about his affair with Xiao Huaiyuan by then?
Being affectionate in front of strangers is one thing, but messing around in front of acquaintances is quite another!
"You two can continue your conversation. I'm heading back to the Demon Realm now."
The wind picked up, and Fu Ming, after transmitting his voice, slipped away, almost making a run for it.
Xiao Huaiyuan had anticipated this.
Beneath the overlapping sleeves, five fingers, as hard as iron nails, gripped Fu Ming's hand tightly, and another long sigh came.
"Don't go. Didn't you promise me you wouldn't abandon me again?"
Upon hearing these words, Fu Ming's heart softened instantly. His junior brother had indeed had a difficult journey, suffering from the torment of the Qi-Trapping Poison.
Dual cultivation is only a temporary measure and cannot fundamentally solve the problem of the "Entangling Poison." He was still thinking of returning to the Immortal Palace to retrieve the prescription to cure the poison before discussing parting ways.
Fu Ming gently squeezed Xiao Huaiyuan's cold knuckles: "It's fine if you don't want to leave. I'll find a secluded place to hide and lay low for a while. You can call me back after Xu Yan leaves."
Fire spirit root cultivators have a higher body temperature than ordinary people, both inside and out. Xiao Huaiyuan greedily absorbed the heat from his senior brother's palm.
Xiao Huaiyuan: "I called Xu Yan."
Fu Ming's pupils trembled slightly.
Fu Ming was speechless.
What's he up to now? Is he going to make Xu Yan fight him for three hundred rounds, or is he going to announce to the entire Tianyan Sect that Xiao Huaiyuan has sided with the Demon Lord?
Reflexively, Fu Ming adopted the response he usually used when dealing with children, placing his other hand on Xiao Huaiyuan's forehead and murmuring something.
"Junior brother, has this poison... damaged your brain?"
That's certainly not the case.
Not to mention a high fever, Xiao Huaiyuan's skin was as cold to the touch as a corpse. Fu Ming frowned and transferred some more true energy to him, but it was just a drop in the ocean and there was no response at all.
Despite being questioned about his intelligence, Xiao Huaiyuan was still happy about Fu Ming's affectionate gestures.
Fu Ming loves him.
He knew the marks inside Fu Ming's clothes, and he knew that Fu Ming still had his scent on his lips. His eyes were only for him, and he was thinking of him all the time.
His naive and hard-hearted senior brother had already fallen for him. This thought was like a lifeline hanging over a steep cliff, enough to keep him sane amidst endless nightmares.
Xiao Huaiyuan swallowed the bitter taste of blood in his throat, paused for a moment, and then explained the reason to Fu Ming in detail.
“Senior brother, I have made up my mind to form a Daoist partnership with you. Since we will have to let them know sooner or later, Xu Yan is more trustworthy. I don’t have much time left, so I really can’t delay any longer.”
This passage was rather long, so Fu Ming took a moment to read it carefully.
Oh, so Xiao Huaiyuan called Xu Yan here to tell him that we are going to become Daoist partners.
The reason for letting him know was that Xiao Huaiyuan didn't have much time left and wouldn't live much longer.
Time is running out?
Who said time is running out?
Fu Ming should have been concerned about the first matter first, but he couldn't help but be distracted by the second matter. He couldn't help but put on his senior brother's air and retorted, "Don't listen to the nonsense of that half-baked old man Yun and the rogue cultivators. The Qianji Poison is not incurable. Your senior brother will be able to get the prescription soon. It will only take a few years or months of recuperation to recover."
“It’s not because of the poison of the 'Connecting Machines,' but rather…” Xiao Huaiyuan stared intently at Fu Ming, “Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed, and I cannot speak of them either.”
"If I'm not mistaken, within ten years, the world will be in chaos, and neither the Demon Realm nor the Immortal Realm will escape calamity. I probably won't live to see that day."
Xiao Huaiyuan lowered his eyes. Compared to his peers, he was always precocious and mature. A hundred-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator was still very young in the entire Immortal Realm, but his eyes often showed signs of hardship, unlike the prodigies who became famous at a young age.
Fu Ming asked in surprise, "Why can't you survive?"
Xiao Huaiyuan replied, "The price."
Could it be the price of peeking into the secrets of heaven? He remembered that Xiao Huaiyuan often performed divination, and he guessed that he had probably seen something extraordinary.
His junior brother seems to be carrying quite a few secrets as well.
Fu Ming remained silent.
A stifling, hot wind swirled in front of the city lord's mansion, carrying the earthy stench and the sweaty smell of the crowded commoners. In the distance, noisy voices echoed through the alleyways and mansions, making the place seem even more eerily quiet.
Zhao Shun, a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Peak of the Tianyan Sect, is known for his exceptional emotional intelligence among the sword cultivators of the peak and is responsible for managing the peak's diplomatic affairs. His specific duty is to smooth things over when his master, Elder Xu, clashes with other elders.
But now, even he can't understand the situation between the two of them.
For the past quarter of an hour, the sect leader and his handsome swordsman friend had been exchanging glances and making unwanted physical advances, before finally exchanging a long, silent stare.
Zhao Shun could certainly guess that they were communicating telepathically, but he couldn't figure out what they were talking about no matter how hard he tried.
What are you even talking about?!
"Senior... Sect Leader... My master is probably arriving soon. Should we go and meet him?" He awkwardly and helplessly suggested, clutching the sword tassel.
Fu Ming seemed to awaken from a dream.
He put on his usual nonchalant demeanor again: "Alright, young friend, don't worry, we'll definitely pick him up with the highest honors, an eight-bearer sedan chair. Don't worry about the adults' affairs. See? There are people distributing porridge to the disaster victims under the Caishikou archway. They're too busy to help. Go and give them a hand. I'll give you a big red envelope of five hundred spirit stones later. Go, kid."
The scene before his eyes distorted and shifted, and Zhao Shun took two steps forward in a daze, only to find himself at Caishikou, eight streets away.
The sect leader's friend is truly terrifying!
Fu Ming withdrew his hand. It had been a long time since he had used this move. Breaking through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm without having to suppress his true essence was exhilarating.
However, the consequence of his lips touching so quickly was that it aggravated the hidden injury in his mouth. The strange taste that lingered in his throat made Fu Ming gag.
Xiao Huaiyuan, even in his sickly state, still insisted on having it pushed deep into his throat; it was simply...
The culprit was patting him on the back: "So, Senior Brother has agreed to become Daoist partners?"
What is the focus of this attention?
Fu Ming glanced at him sideways: "Did I say that?"
Xiao Huaiyuan had clearly found his Achilles' heel: "It was clearly Senior Brother who provoked me first. If Senior Brother doesn't allow it, I'm afraid I won't be able to rest in peace even in the afterlife."
His words were calm yet melancholic; in modern times, he would be a perfect example of a fragrant green tea.
Fu Ming, being a typical straight man, fell for this. Once he felt guilty, he would disregard everything else. He pondered for a moment and said, "As long as things can be resolved smoothly, then let's be Daoist partners."
To avoid constantly saying things that sound like they're about to die.
"Xiao Huaiyuan, I'm here to help you!"
As Xu Yan charged down like a black bear descending from the mountain, another mark appeared on Xiao Huaiyuan's wrist, summoning a small thundercloud.
This situation is truly quite bizarre.
Outside Los Angeles, the floodwaters have not yet completely receded, and thick silt covers the fields, destroying countless roads and bridges.
Although the city wasn't exactly a peaceful and prosperous place, it was still quite orderly. Upon closer inspection, there were even a few proud and arrogant disciples of the Tianyan Sect doing voluntary labor on the streets, clearly enjoying themselves. It was as if the sun had risen in the west.
Beside the artificial hill in the courtyard of the city lord's mansion, there were several people bound hand and foot like crabs by the Immortal Binding Rope. Xu Yan had seen one of them before; he was the city lord of Luo City.
The most terrifying thing is that Xiao Huaiyuan, who always had a cold face, was actually chatting happily with someone, with a fair wrist resting on Xiao Huaiyuan's darker palm, showing that they were truly intimate.
Hiss, that person's cultivation is unfathomable. Xu Yan couldn't even tell his level for a moment. He must be a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Could he be one of those old monsters from various sects who never leave the mountain?
When he tried to see who was standing so close to Xiao Huaiyuan, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and eight swords suddenly appeared from behind him.
Xu Yan screamed as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, his voice twisting and turning: "Fu Ming? What are you doing here!"
He had a loud, deep voice, so when he shouted, it was deafening. Fortunately, Fu Ming was aware of the power of his lion's roar and, in advance, set up a soundproof barrier.
"Sigh, I knew I shouldn't have told him. How could he accept this?"
"Those who don't listen to the elders will suffer the consequences," Fu Ming sighed, shaking his head.
With a flick of his wrist, which was intertwined with Xiao Huaiyuan's, he forcefully suppressed the eight multicolored swords that could form a rainbow.
"Xu Yan, calm down." Xiao Huaiyuan also summoned his magic seal, which hovered in a circle around him and Fu Ming, as if on patrol.
"How could you help an outsider bully your own clansmen?!" Xu Yan was so anxious that he jumped up and down, on the verge of tears.
Xiao Huaiyuan didn't indulge him: "He's not an outsider, he's family."
wife.
Xiao Huaiyuan continued reading, "I've come here specifically to inform you that my senior brother and I will become Daoist partners."
Daoist couple.
Xu Yan, a man with a tough exterior but a soft heart, was completely petrified.
"You, you guys...when did you get together?"
He covered his face with his hands, and after a long while, he asked incoherently.
"Could it be before Fu Ming fell into demonic possession? Yes, yes, I had long heard that the two brothers on the sect leader's peak shared a room and slept in the same bed. It turns out there were signs all along."
People who are good at collecting gossip always have a strong ability to make connections.
Fu Ming's alarm bells rang loudly. Could it be that Xu Yan, that big idiot, was mistaking him for a pervert who had taken the initiative to attack his junior brother?
He quickly waved his hand to clarify: "That's not true. Don't overthink it. I created an avatar to return to the Tianyan Sect and that's how I reunited with Xiao Huaiyuan."
Xu Yan: "What incarnation? What's your name?"
Fu Ming: "You know him too, his name is Ming Chen."
Xu Yan was about to faint.
Xiao Huaiyuan added insult to injury: "It's not my fault, senior brother. It's because I've always harbored delusions about him that I acted this way."
"Then... your disciple, your Daoist partner, and your senior brother are all the same person?"
Although Xu Yan was not a person who strictly adhered to moral principles, this was still too shocking. This was Xiao Huaiyuan, who was the most conservative and upright person in the world!
Brother, you understand me!
Fu Ming has finally found a like-minded person. This is the way a normal person should think, okay? Xiao Huaiyuan must have eaten something wrong. He just grew up crooked.
"Is it not allowed? The rules of the Tianyan Sect do not stipulate that fellow disciples cannot become Daoist partners." Xiao Huaiyuan remained unmoved.
Xu Yan: "...Now that you mention it, it does seem to make sense."
"What about your principles?" Fu Ming was heartbroken, but to his surprise, Xu Yan reached out his hand to him the next second.
Xu Yan: "Give me back my 15,000 spirit stones."
Fu Ming laughed wildly: "A bet is a bet. You know I'm a demonic cultivator."
"So what? Pay me back."
"I am now in the late stage of Nascent Soul. Do you think you can defeat me?"
Xu Yan didn't believe it. He drew his sword and was knocked down within ten moves, falling face-first into the uneven paving stones, leaving pitted red marks on his face.
After easily defeating Xu Yan, Fu Ming was not particularly happy. He sheathed his sword as if it were just a casual remark.
"Xu Yan, I need to take Xiao Huaiyuan back to the Demon Realm. I also need your help to smooth things over with the Tianyan Sect. Is that alright?"
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Author's Note: I wrote a lighthearted and sweet chapter. Ah, I feel like I didn't have enough time to write before I left the house. I'll try to start earlier tomorrow!
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