Appearance, good question.
Lin Fuqing looked at his handsome junior brother—who was standing so close—and fell into deep thought.
Zhiyuan’s appearance was, naturally, excellent. That went without saying.
But the real problem was that he was asking about it himself.
Lin Fuqing was baffled: Why do I have to deal with this kind of question the moment I wake up from a coma? Who led my little calamity star down this path?
Not daring to provoke him, Lin Fuqing could only ask cautiously, “But… did someone say something to you?”
Fang Zhiyuan wasn’t fooled. “You answer first.”
Left with no choice, Lin Fuqing answered honestly, “Yes… yes, you’re very handsome. Not just normal handsome, I’ve never seen anyone more handsome than you.”
He thought to himself, A little praise shouldn’t hurt… right?
“You…” Fang Zhiyuan took a step back, looking at him as if utterly heartbroken.
Lin Fuqing blinked. “Me?”
“I understand now.” Fang Zhiyuan looked both joyful and sorrowful, as if in great pain. In a low voice, he murmured, “So you…”
Then he chuckled self-mockingly. “Why am I only realizing this now?”
Lin Fuqing was completely lost. What exactly did you realize? And why don’t I know?!
He whispered, “Zhiyuan, don’t scare me.”
“…”
Fang Zhiyuan stared at him, dazed. “Let me think about it.”
“Can you…” Lin Fuqing asked, frightened and trembling slightly, “Tell me first what exactly it is you’re thinking about?”
To his surprise, Fang Zhiyuan’s cheeks flushed. He snorted and muttered, “You have a good rest,” and then abruptly stood up and left.
Lin Fuqing sat at the head of the bed, staring at the retreating figure in a daze, unsure if he was still dreaming.
What just happened??
Panic rose in his chest as uncertainty and confusion descended.
He knew Zhiyuan was a proud and impulsive person with a strong sense of conviction. Once he made up his mind, there was no changing it.
He had to clear this up; otherwise, something terrible could happen.
The tragic part was that before Lin Fuqing could track down Fang Zhiyuan and explain things clearly, he was overwhelmed by visitors who “flocked” to him the moment they heard he’d woken up.
The first to arrive were the people from Xuyun.
Ye Huaguo and Shen Xiaojiang were responsible for crying. Xun Mingsi was responsible for fretting like an old lady. And Song Youdu… well, Song Youdu was a quiet type who rarely spoke, but even just standing silently at the head of the bed was scary enough.
By the time Lin Fuqing had managed to persuade them all using every ounce of strength he had, he was thoroughly exhausted.
As for Fang Zhiyuan… he had long since disappeared.
Lin Fuqing’s injuries hadn’t yet healed, and his strength hadn’t fully returned. After chatting with his fellow martial siblings for a while, he felt drowsy and curled up in bed, intending to rest.
Before he could fall asleep, he heard a rustling sound near the window. Lin Fuqing opened his eyes blearily, seeing sunlight reflected off a string of pearl and jade ornaments, shining so brightly it stung.
He didn’t need to ask who it was. He already knew.
Both annoyed and amused, Lin Fuqing said, “Shentu? When did the little demon child from Senluo Stone Palace learn to climb windows?”
“I’m not here to see you.”
Shentu Linchun sat cross-legged on the windowsill, chewing a piece of fragrant grass he’d plucked from who-knows-where. Humming as he avoided Lin Fuqing’s gaze, he said, “I came to find my brother, the guqin player! Oh, and to check out the Demon Lord’s baby form. Hehe.”
Lin Fuqing: “…” I know I look like a teenager, but aren’t you technically younger than me??
Footsteps sounded and Lu Kuifu entered. Seeing Shentu, he glared at him.
“Don’t be disrespectful in front of His Majesty!”
Lin Fuqing was startled, and he turned toward the voice.
Lu Kuifu, tall and imposing, walked toward him against the light. He half-knelt beside the bed and spoke in a low, reverent voice, as though afraid to disturb him:
“Your Majesty, are you all right? Thunder Sky arrived late to your rescue yesterday… I deserve death…!”
“…Thunder Sky.”
Lin Fuqing was momentarily stunned. Then, softly, he spoke the man’s title, his heart tangled with emotion.
In the cultivation world, addressing a Mahayana-level cultivator by name was considered disrespectful, and so most used honorifics instead.
In his past life, Lu Kuifu, the Thunder Sky Immortal Sovereign, had been possessed during the Immortal Calamity, which left most of his cultivation crippled. However, thanks to Lin Fuqing’s enlightenment at the Red Lotus Abyss, he remained fiercely loyal to him.
Back then, the Demon Lord had lazily and gracefully called him “Thunder Sky,” and Lu Kuifu had bowed his head and responded deeply, “I am here.”
It was his most honorable title as the leader of the immortals.
It wasn’t a name that could be ordered around by anyone.
But Lu Kuifu didn’t mind and allowed him to call him that for so many years.
Now that he’d been reincarnated, Lu Kuifu was still the Thunder Sky Immortal Sovereign, regaining his cultivation and high status. Even so, when he now kneeled in front of Lin Fuqing’s teenage self, his movements were still so natural and upright.
“Hey.” Shentu jumped down from the window and arrived in front of them with a smile. He suddenly touched his chin and said, “Although Immortal Sovereign Lu’s face looks so serious, he must be thinking in his heart, ‘Hey, His Majesty is so beautiful and lovely when young.’”
“You little devil!” Lu Kuifu’s eyes widened in anger. He raised his fist and swung at Shentu’s head. “Why don’t you pay proper respect to His Majesty?!”
“Ouch!” Shentu Linchun cried out as he was knocked to the ground by Lu Kuifu. Unable to get up, he could only endure the humiliation. “Your Majesty…!”
“Forget it, forget it. Don’t force him.”
Lin Fuqing chuckled, the morning light shining on his softened eyes and eyebrows. He lowered his eyes leisurely and looked at his hands.
“All the things that happened in the past are in the past. How can I be worthy of you calling me Your Majesty in my current state?”
He just said it casually, but Shentu’s expression unexpectedly changed. After a while, he muttered in a low voice, “I…I didn’t mean that.”
The little demon boy lowered his head and said awkwardly, “Your Majesty.”
“Your Majesty will always be the Majesty of the demonic cultivators in Snow Bone City,” Lu Kuifu said solemnly. “If you’re concerned about your cultivation, when you’re healthier, I will teach you some skills.”
Lin Fuqing coughed and waved his hands quickly, saying, “Don’t do that. Do you want to cause chaos in the immortal realm?”
Lu Kuifu said solemnly, “I’m His Majesty’s person first before I’m the leader of the immortals. If His Majesty is willing, I will abdicate the position of immortal sovereign.”
“No, let’s not do that.” Lin Fuqing shook his head calmly. After thinking about it for a moment, he said, “…Well. I’m afraid Zhiyuan… doesn’t like it very much.”
As soon as these words were spoken, Lu Kuifu and Shentu’s expressions immediately became strange.
Lin Fuqing was totally unaware and said, “Don’t kneel down. It’ll look terrible to outsiders. Get up quickly.”
The two of them saluted and stood up. Lu Kuifu hesitated for a moment, bent down, and said with a subtle expression, “You and the Consort…”
Lin Fuqing suddenly raised his eyes, horrified. “The Consort?!!”
Wait, wait, the consort that Lu Kuifu was talking about couldn’t be…
“I made a slip of the tongue,” Lu Kuifu corrected himself very naturally, as if the word ‘Consort’ was just an ordinary slip of the tongue, a small and unintentional mistake. “You and the Immortal Sovereign…”
“Wait a minute.” Lin Fuqing suddenly felt dizzy and found it difficult to breathe. “You, you…you called him that?”
No wonder……
No wonder Zhiyuan suddenly came up to him this morning and asked about his appearance!!
Shentu was surprised and asked, “His Majesty shouldn’t react so strongly, right? What happened?”
“Nonsense…!” Lin Fuqing was both angry and amused, “When has my Snow Bone City ever established a monarch or consort?!”
Lu Kuifu frowned. “This, although you haven’t officially established it…”
Shentu Linchun rolled his eyes. “But who in your inner circle doesn’t know for whom that position is reserved for?”
Lin Fuqing covered his lips and coughed. His eyes flickered, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red. “Is it so… obvious?”
The two nodded repeatedly.
Lin Fuqing groaned. “Really…”
So here comes the big question.
Why was it so obvious to everyone except for Zhiyuan? Why?
“You, the Immortal Sovereign.” Lu Kuifu frowned. “Why is there still no conclusion? This, it’s not a good thing to drag it out, right?”
“What?”
Shentu Linchun was shocked when he heard this. His charming and beautiful face became distorted, and he jumped up and grabbed Lu Kuifu. “Thunder Sky Lu, what did you say…His Majesty and the Consort hasn’t talked it out yet?”
“Then…what about worshiping heaven and earth? What about forming a Daoist couple?”
The little demon boy’s face turned pale, and he let out the same cry of pain as Immortal Sovereign did last night.
“—What about dual cultivation?!”
“Shut up.” Lin Fuqing slammed the bedpost hard.
“Why… why?” Shentu Linchun couldn’t understand. “Everyone with eyes could see that you two love each other, and Fang Zhiyuan is clearly willing to die for Your Majesty. Why won’t you marry him quickly? Why this…”
Lin Fuqing was silent.
He thought sadly that it was still uncertain who would marry whom.
And then he thought even more sadly, yes, why has it been delayed for so long?
How could he not know how passionately and affectionately Zhiyuan treated him?
It was just that, in their previous lives, they were divided by two paths–the immortal and demonic paths–and they did not have the freedom to choose differently. Time and again, due to mistakes and misunderstandings, they somehow became what they were now.
And in this life…
Lin Fuqing had thought to wait a little bit longer.
His Little Star was so bright.
How could he be so rude and abrupt when establishing a relationship with him?
Just wait a few more days until he has successfully dealt with Ji Na and arranged defense against the Immortal Calamity…
He could finally go and meet his Little Star with ease and cleanliness.
……..
In the evening, Fang Zhiyuan sneaked back into the room.
Lin Fuqing was already sleeping.
He stood at the bedside for a long time, staring blankly at the colorful halo of light shining on Lin Fuqing’s face, and subconsciously lowered the bed curtain to block the light for him.
His thoughts were still somewhat in chaos.
At this moment, he didn’t know whether he felt happy or bitter. He had been tossing and turning for years, but he didn’t expect…that his shige would have such thoughts about him.
He thought absentmindedly: It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter.
Lin Fuqing was…a brilliant and talented emperor. There should be three thousand beauties in his harem, and he should enjoy all the beauties in the world…
His shige had taken care of him since he was a child, loved him dearly, and even wanted to put him in his own harem…He should be happy.
Fang Zhiyuan slowly suppressed his breathing, with slightly red eyes.
His fingertips trembled in pain.
—No. He wasn’t happy.
Some practitioners cultivate with purity, abstaining from love for decades or centuries, while others indulge in sex and women.
There were many sect leaders and elders from immortal sects with more than a dozen official Daoist partners, and it wasn’t uncommon for them to have dozens or hundreds of anonymous cultivation partners.
It was for this very reason that, in their past lives, although Immortal Sovereign Fang was devastated when the Demon Lord took a concubine into his harem for the first time, he later thought it through and felt relieved.
After all, it was normal for kings and emperors to take concubines and appreciate beauties.
He was just sad at heart.
But he felt that he could let it go.
No matter how beautiful the beauties in the harem were, when there was a crisis, wasn’t it always him who accompanied the Demon Lord to live and die together?
But now.
Fang Zhiyuan’s expression was extremely ugly. He couldn’t help but imagine himself becoming one of the “beauties in the harem” and witnessing the scene of his shige indulging in countless “beauties.”
No, he really couldn’t do it.
He really couldn’t.
A slight noise came from the bed. Lin Fuquin had woken up. He turned sideways, opened his eyes, and called him softly in a half-tired voice, “Zhiyuan…”
With a shudder, Fang Zhiyuan’s body immediately tensed. Lin Fuqing slipped a hand out from under the comforter and tugged at his sleeve. “I thought you were going to ignore me.”
“…Awake?” Fang Zhiyuan’s eyes were filled with emotion. Trying his best to make his voice sound natural, he whispered, “I… came to bring you medicine.”
He walked forward and helped Lin Fuqing adjust to a sitting position. Even as he was putting a pillow behind his back, his mind remained in a daze.
Fang Zhiyuan held Lin Fuqing in his arms and handed him a porcelain bottle of elixir from his Qiankun bag. But he was still confused at heart, wondering what he should do after he entered the harem.
Would he have to learn about all the different color rouge and lip balms?
Would he need to dress up and greet the other members of the harem every morning and evening, calling them “brothers” or “sisters”?
Would he have to dress up gorgeously every day and compete for favor with a bunch of coquettish beauties?
The thought made him tremble all over.
No, he still needed to save face. This really wasn’t okay!
“…Zhiyuan.” Lin Fuqing pursed his lips, quietly looking at his shidi’s face. “Lu Kuifu probably said some nonsense to you last night. This matter is actually–”
Fang Zhiyuan closed his eyes tightly and said, “No.”
“No, let me speak–”
But Fang Zhiyuan immediately shook his head and pushed the porcelain bottle into Lin Fuqing’s palm. “Drink your medicine.”
“Wait a minute,” Lin Fuqing said seriously. “The medicine isn’t urgent, listen to me first.”
Fang Zhiyuan resisted with difficulty, “No, I’ll speak.”
He took a deep breath and took two steps back.
“Shige, I’ll only say this once, so listen carefully.”
At this moment, his face was cold and his eyes somewhat empty. He stood in the huge bedroom, his shadow elongated by the setting sun.
He looked deeply at the person in front of him and saw that Lin Fuqing was also looking at him with surprise and suspicion, seeming frightened by him. Lin Fuqing made as if to stand up and get out of bed to pull him. “Zhiyuan, if you have something to say, sit down and talk properly. Why do we have to be like this…?”
Fang Zhiyuan’s eyes darkened, and his nails dug painfully into his palms. He could die for Lin Fuqing without hesitation, but this was the only thing…
“Lin Fuqing…”
Fang Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and said coldly, “In this life, I will never be a concubine in your harem.”
“…”
“…………”
Lin Fuqing was already extremely nervous and thought that Lu Kuifu’s outspokenness had really angered Zhiyuan.
He’d opened his mouth to comfort Fang Zhiyuan, only to be hit on the head so suddenly by these words that he was rendered utterly speechless.
After he’d spoken, Fang Zhiyuan’s face turned pale, and he turned and quickly walked away sullenly.
Lin Fuqing’s eyes turned dull.
The porcelain bottle slipped from his hand and shattered into pieces with a loud sound.
The Demon Lord covered his heart and collapsed on the bed in despair.
Why……
Why was this happening…
Why was his little calamity star so good in every way, but so…so obtuse in some places? Had he made a mistake somewhere when raising him as a child?
“Shige!”
The sound of shattered porcelain was so loud that Fafng Zhiyuan rushed back without a second thought. He instinctively pulled Lin Fuwing back to the bed and said in a panic, “What’s wrong? What’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell somewhere? Tell me!”
Lin Fuqing didn’t want to talk, he really didn’t want to talk.
He pulled Fang Zhiyuan closer, then leaned his head on his shoulder and sighed desolately.
Then he weakly raised his hand and ruffled Fang Zhiyuan’s hair, “Be obedient. Listen…let me calm down first.”
Fang Zhiyuan felt a pain in his heart and said in a daze, “I… I didn’t agree. Did that really make you so unhappy?” He stroked Lin Fuqing’s back and whispered, “Is this really what you want?”
“Shut up.” Lin Fuqing said painfully. “Please.”
The struggle in Fang Zhiyuan’s eyes deepened.
God knows that his heart nearly stopped when he heard the noise outside the door just now.
As he held Lin Fuqing, he suddenly remembered those last days from his previous life.
Those days… were so painful and hopeless. He’d watched Lin Fuqing sinking and floating in the boundless sea of suffering, white-haired and his body so weak that Fang Zhiyuan could not warm him up no matter what he did.
He suddenly regretted it.
Having survived those days, he thought to himself, at this point, what would Lin Fuqing want that he clearly had but couldn’t afford?
Or…
Fang Zhiyuan sighed softly. He lowered his eyes, leaned over to Lin Fuqing’s ear with the utmost tenderness and tolerance, and his voice was low and trembling.
“Dual…”
“Dual cultivation is fine, but entering the harem is not.”
The author has something to say:
#Chaste fierce attack little calamity star dual cultivation is OK, NP is not OK#
#The genius Little Calamity Star Fang, who single-handedly acted out a scumbag abusive love story in a drama about two lovers who dote on each other#
#Did the lead actor realize today that he got the wrong script?#