Chapter 71 Doesn't Senior Brother Dislike Me? (13) Senior Brother...
Fu Li was petty and had always remembered how Chongjing Pavilion dragged him out of bed every day to force him to cultivate and embarrass him in front of everyone. He was waiting for an opportunity to get revenge.
He had originally planned to put down the medicine bottle and leave, but seeing the young cultivator who was usually calm and composed in public become like a shy and innocent boy, he suddenly had a wicked thought.
So Fu Li opened the porcelain bottle and lightly applied some of the medicine with her fingertip.
With a warm smile, she said to the stern-faced young man, "Senior Brother, thank you for standing up for me during the day, and even getting scratched by a demon beast for my sake. Let me apply the medicine for you."
As he spoke, he walked over, bent his knees and half-squatted by the bed. He raised his hand, his fingertips lightly brushing across his muscular abdomen and broad chest, and without a word, he smeared a line onto the wound where the blood had already darkened and congealed.
As expected, the moment Fu Li's soft fingers touched his body, Chong Jingge suddenly shuddered, and the muscles around his wound visibly contracted violently, as if he was very unaccustomed to his touch.
Seeing this, a barely perceptible smile appeared in Fu Li's eyes. He tilted his head back, looking at the man's unreadable eyes with a sweet and gentle smile.
"Senior Brother, bear with the pain. I'm being very gentle. Why are you afraid of something this light?" His words were like those of someone coaxing a child who was afraid of pain.
Chongjingge's expression seemed to grow even more somber.
He forced himself to relax, standing there coldly like a mountain.
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Even the faint hissing of the lamp oil was clearly audible.
From the perspective of Chongjing Pavilion, one could see the boy quietly squatting at his feet, intently applying medicine to his wound.
The sweet fragrance emanating from the other person, mixed with a faint scent of medicinal ointment, slowly permeated the air, bringing a sense of peace while simultaneously stimulating an indescribable heat that traveled down the wound, past the firm, well-defined muscles of the abdomen, and into deeper areas.
Upon sensing an uncontrollable trend somewhere, Chongjingge's expression changed drastically.
He finally recalled a key point---
During his battle with the Four Seas Demon Lord during the day, he had some of his blood on him. While a drop of dragon blood wouldn't be fatal through a wound, it's well known that dragon blood has aphrodisiac effects. Anyone who comes into contact with it will become more aroused and irritable for a period of time, affecting their mental state.
If that's the case, then the current situation makes sense.
Chongjingge certainly didn't want to lose his composure in front of Fu Li, and was about to reach out to stop the boy's hand, but Fu Li noticed his intention.
In fact, Fu Li's force wasn't that strong. He just noticed that Chong Jingge seemed very resistant to being touched, so he deliberately went against him. What he wanted most was for Chong Jingge to look uncomfortable but unable to retaliate.
So, while pretending to be completely focused, he secretly complained about the other person's rather thick muscles, and kept teasing Chongjingge's wound with his fingers.
However, unbeknownst to him, a bulge of fabric had been stretched along the center of his trousers, its shape so enormous it was frightening.
Seeing Chong Jingge suddenly move, Fu Li thought that she had successfully pushed him to the point of no return. She nimbly dodged Chong Jingge's outstretched hand and smiled, "Senior Brother, don't move yet. The medicine hasn't been applied yet. Second Senior Brother instructed me to apply the medicine for you personally. We can't give up halfway."
As they were talking, they spotted an opening where the other man was off guard on one side of his body and pounced on him like a hungry tiger, spilling the ointment all over him.
Instantly, the sticky medicinal liquid covered Chongjingge's entire chest, casting a thin, hazy layer over his firm, slender pectoral muscles.
Fu Li slipped and fell, landing right in the other person's arms, her bottom landing on Chong Jingge's lap.
Seeing her usually aloof and detached senior brother in such a disheveled state, with even a few drops of medicinal liquid splattered on his hair, Fu Li was about to open her mouth to mock him when she suddenly felt something was wrong with the sensation beneath her.
His expression froze instantly, his eyes reflecting the young man's cold, dark face, and a complex, unreadable expression appearing in his dark eyes. He immediately understood what was going on.
"I...I..." The boy's entire face turned bright red, as if flooded.
She sprang up from the man in an instant. She didn't even dare take the porcelain bottle containing the medicine, and fled outside like a gust of wind.
The man left inside, facing the mess on his body and in his heart, grew even more somber.
Fu Li returned to her room, immediately took off her clothes, and promptly used a water-drawing talisman to take a bath.
He blushed with embarrassment, his face as beautiful and radiant as a blooming rose.
She kept muttering to herself, "Damn, is this male lead some kind of pervert? Why does he react like that when the medicine is applied? It's disgusting..."
The system responded: "Didn't you provoke him first?"
"I wasn't seducing him, he did it first, why blame me!" Fu Li argued.
The day's many ups and downs finally came to a close after an awkward application of medicine.
Through this real-world experience, Fu Li realized that strength is the key to survival in the cultivation world. He had been too lazy and complacent all these years, relying on his popularity, and that this would eventually lead to his downfall.
So the next morning, after resting for less than an hour, Fu Li got up early, sat cross-legged by the window, and began meditating.
Half an hour later, the sky was fully clear. Fu Li opened his eyes, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and felt refreshed all over.
As he went downstairs, he saw Xiao Yue. Contrary to his expectations, Xiao Yue did not show much fatigue. Instead, she looked as radiant as ever, exuding a youthful pride.
Seeing Fu Li come down, she greeted him calmly and invited him to have breakfast together. She put a few bites of food in his bowl and said, "Junior Brother, don't be picky about food." Her relaxed demeanor made it seem as if she had never experienced the illusion.
Fu Li couldn't help but feel both worried and curious.
After finishing his meal, he pulled Xiao Yue to a secluded corner outside the inn, looked him up and down, and asked, "Fourth Senior Brother, are you... alright?"
Xiao Yue still had that cheerful and enthusiastic expression, but her originally light-colored pupils had become as dark as ink, a clear difference from before, perhaps one of the aftereffects of her inner demons.
Apart from that, he appeared calm and composed, with bright eyes and a clear voice.
"It's alright now. Ah Li was so worried about me? That's rare."
Seeing him approach with a grin, Fu Li turned her face away and muttered softly, "I've always been worried about you, haven't I..."
Xiao Yue said, "Don't worry, Ali, how could your senior brother be in any danger? I was just tricked by that monster that created the illusion, and I'm fully awake now."
Fu Li looked at him with a skeptical gaze: "Really? Then why did your inner demons suddenly flare up yesterday?"
Xiao Yue quickly replied, "That was an accident. I spent a bit too long in the illusion, so my mindset didn't adjust immediately, giving my inner demons an opportunity. It's normal, it's normal."
Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Fu Li felt much more at ease.
Curious, I asked, "You said you spent a long time in the Illusion Manager, how long exactly?"
Xiao Yue's eyes flickered slightly as she looked thoughtful. She said, "I asked my second senior brother and the others. Other people's consciousnesses stayed in the illusion for a relatively short time, the longest being only a few months. I spent about a year in the illusion, so it's even more difficult for me to get out."
Fu Li became even more curious: "What exactly did you go through? How could it have taken so long?"
Recalling Xiao Yue calling out "Wife" to her after waking up, Fu Li couldn't help but ask, feeling both embarrassed and puzzled, "Is it related to me?"
Xiao Yue nodded and said casually, "Ah Li is here. But my inner demon has little to do with you, so Junior Brother doesn't need to feel too guilty. Besides, with everyone's help yesterday, the inner demon has been completely suppressed. Now I also know that the illusion is fake, and it's easy to get out of it. Don't worry, nothing will happen."
Looking at his cheerful smile, which was no different from usual, Fu Li finally felt completely relieved.
He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. You looked really scary yesterday. You were shrouded in black energy and lay unconscious on the ground. I was really worried that something might happen to you. If that happened, my senior brothers and the sect leader wouldn't be able to explain it to them."
Hearing this, Xiao Yue stepped forward and put her arm around Fu Li's shoulder. "Hey, junior brother, do you want to know what you look like in my illusion?"
Fu Li remembered the embarrassing nickname he had used in front of everyone yesterday, her face darkened, and she immediately refused: "No need. I don't really want to know."
Seeing his face darken instantly, Xiao Yue laughed heartily, put her arm around her junior brother, and walked back.
However, Fu Li was unaware that beneath Xiao Yue's bright laughter lay a terrible truth.
Xiao Yue did not tell Fu Li the truth.
His illusions lasted not just a year, but a full hundred years!
During this century, he took over the position of sect leader, defeated the demon kings of various states, punished evil and wicked people, pacified the mortal world, and was revered as the leader of the immortal cultivation sects.
Most importantly, in the second year of the illusion, Xiao Yue and her junior brother became Daoist partners. For the next few years, they supported each other, cultivating and advancing together. Their love was harmonious and unwavering, and they remained deeply in love until the very end of the illusion.
Finally, I woke up.
This is why, when everyone told Xiao Yue that everything in the illusion was fake, only half an hour had passed in reality. He wasn't the head of Dragon's Gate Mountain, nor the master of any immortal sect, and he certainly wasn't as confused as Xiao Yue had been after years of marriage to Fu Li. After his own consciousness returned, the sudden pain of losing everything, losing his beloved, instantly shattered his mental state, severely damaging his consciousness and spiritual platform.
Once the inner demons take hold, they become uncontrollable.
But now, he's figured it out.
Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, and in that dream he would live forever.
When falsehood is taken for truth, even truth becomes falsehood; when nothingness is taken for existence, even existence becomes nothingness.
What is real and what is fake, what seems like an illusion and what seems real, who can tell the difference?
Most importantly, Fu Li is present in both reality and dreams.
For Xiao Yue, that was enough.
Junior brother, he will still be his.
The sky was cloudless today, and the sunlight shone on a pair of teenagers walking together.
One of them was dressed in white, with a fair complexion and a slight blush on his face, naturally charming. The person beside him was dressed in blue, with a bright smile facing the sunlight, but only his deep, dark eyes could not be penetrated by any light, and there was a dark, obsessive color flowing within them.
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