…Do you want to try dual cultivation again?
Lin Fuqing spoke so gently and softly. Fang Zhiyuan felt a surge of evil fire rising to his head, as if all the blood in his body was on fire.
He tightened his arms around that slender waist, and his hot breath was like suppressing the thirst of a hungry beast. After enduring for a long time, what came out of his mouth was, “You think I don’t want to?!”
Fang Zhiyuan said angrily, “But how can I bear to do that to you…when you are like this?”
There was nothing wrong with this statement. After all, although this shell the Demon Lord was in was already nineteen years old, he looked fifteen or sixteen, and could still be called a teenager.
This young boy had such a slender and delicate body and face, as if he was carved out of snow porcelain, as if he would shatter if rubbed just a bit too hard.
There were actually quite a few young boys and girls in the immortal realm who became cauldron furnaces at the age of fourteen or fifteen. But for Fang Zhiyuan…facing this little shi-ge, he really couldn’t bear to do anything beyond the line.
Lin Fuqing couldn’t help but laugh naughtily, and the curve in the corners of his eyes clearly said “I knew it would be like this.”
“…Shi-ge.” Fang Zhiyuan kissed him for a long time, biting his earlobe and licking it, and said in a commanding tone, “You, grow up.”
Lin Fuqing looked at him with a smile and thought: How cute.
No matter how fierce he looked, as long as he thought about how A’Yuan was willingly calling him “shi-ge”, even though they were the same age, he would immediately appear very obedient.
…Come to think of it, when was the first time Fang Zhiyuan called him “shi-ge”?
Seeing that Lin Fuqing was actually lost in thought at this moment, Fang Zhiyuan rubbed him with his chin in dissatisfaction. “Hurry up.”
“Don’t be impatient, I’m not running away.” Lin Fuqing pushed the man gently. He used his spiritual energy to circulate through his meridians, and the young man’s body gradually stretched out, becoming more flexible and slender.
In the blink of an eye, the handsome demon lord, who had already grown into an adult, was lying on the bed, with his black hair falling like a waterfall and his thin clothes half open. From his delicate Adam’s apple to his flat belly, his white muscles were faintly visible along a winding line of contour.
Demon Lord Lin raised his phoenix eyes, his voice was as clear as jade, with a hint of subtle teasing, “What do you think? Immortal Sovereign Fang…do you want me like this?”
His eyes were misty, and his ivory-white fingers pulled down his collar, revealing his pale collarbone. He raised his eyebrows frankly, “Please.”
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When was the first time Fang Zhiyuan called him shi-ge?
Back then, Lin Fuqing had originally wanted him to call him “Qing’er ge” or “gege” just like Yu Hongtang did.
Unfortunately, Fang Zhiyuan refused to comply and was even unwilling to talk to him properly.
Later, he established the Xuyun sect and finally had an excuse. He happily asked Fang Zhiyuan to call him “shi-ge” so that he could listen, but Fang Zhiyuan still refused.
At that time, Lin Fuqing often went out to play, one to purify his mind, and the other to find an opportunity to break his inner demons in the world.
He couldn’t bear to see Fang Zhiyuan abusing himself and shutting himself off every day, so he dragged him off the island with him.
Fang Zhiyuan was extremely resistant at first, because if he accidentally attracted a yin monster to a crowded place, the situation could easily get out of control. They quarreled and fought several times before Lin Fuqing was finally able to successfully drag this little calamity star out for a walk.
They were very careful the first few times and nothing went wrong.
There was only one time when a monster actually appeared and chaos occurred.
It was a small town on the edge of Qizhou. It wasn’t very prosperous but was quite famous among immortals because Shisong Academy, the only sect with a branch in the mortal world, had opened a branch there.
There were several low-level cultivators in the Qi Condensation stage living in the city, which was considered the intersection between the mortal world and the immortal world. They’d stopped there to purchase some things to take back to the island.
It was afternoon, and they had already bought most of their daily necessities, leaving them with the leisure to wander around and look at some small items.
Lin Fuqing just happened to leave for a short while, and it was at this time that a yin monster appeared.
Dark clouds covered the sky, dimming the sunlight. For a small town like this, a yin monster was a horrific disaster that could massacre the entire city.
The area of more than ten miles in radius was immediately plunged into panic and chaos, with countless people crying, screaming, pushing and running.
“Run, run!”
“Mother, Father!! Waaaa…”
“Quick, go and ask the immortals from the academy—“
“It’s too late, it’s too late…”
The common people hid in fear, and some cried out, “We’ve been fine for a hundred years. We’re protected by the immortals. How could there be a yin monster attacking us?!”
“It’s a person with a yin body!”
The one who spoke was a man in armor with a solid physique. He was a rare foundation-building cultivator in the city, and he said angrily, “These filth actually came to our city…”
The people immediately seemed to have found their backbone, and shouted in surprise, “The city lord is here,” and saluted one after another.
The armored man, respected as the city lord, drew out a longbow from his back, squinted his eyes and aimed at the black-clothed boy who was fighting and retreating with the yin monster in the middle of the chaos.
“Don’t panic, once the yin body is eliminated, the yin monster will disperse!”
The cold arrow was aimed at the back of the boy in black.
…After some hesitation, he put it down again.
The guard shook his head unwillingly. “No, it’s too far.”
The city lord punched the wall beside him angrily. He was afraid that he couldn’t aim accurately at this distance.
Some people started to panic. “Then, what should we do…”
The city lord was silent, knowing that if he didn’t make a quick decision and allowed the Yin body to escape in the city, the yin monster would surely destroy the city…
He turned around and took a deep look at the frightened faces of the citizens, then resolutely jumped out from behind cover and rushed into the smoke and dust where the chaos was strongest.
A woman covered her face and cried, “Husband, don’t go—“
The people were all shocked. “City Lord!!”
“City Lord, don’t!”
With a roar, the city lord ran forward, drawing his bow and arrow.
The sharp arrow turned into a cold light—
Fang Zhiyuan wanted to draw the yin monster away from the city.
In terms of cultivation, he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage; but when it came to keen intuition and judgment during unexpected crises, even Lin Fuqing would feel inferior to him.
When the dark cloud of yin qi came, Fang Zhiyuan almost instantly determined the fastest route out of the city.
He knew that he had a special physique. As long as he left the city, the yin monsters would follow him, and the people in the city would not be harmed.
Once he reached a deserted place away from the city, he could slowly fight the yin monsters without worry.
This calm thought and the smooth sword skills displayed during his fight with the yin monsters were all shattered by the cold light that suddenly passed before his eyes.
In an instant, blood gushed out of his body.
An arrow shot by the foundation-building cultivator pierced through the boy’s thin right arm with terrifying force, pinning him to the wall behind him!!
“Cough…!” Fang Zhiyuan’s back slammed into the wall. Darkness swam before his eyes. His right arm spasmed in pain, and the long sword fell out of his hand!
In his shaky vision, he saw the vague figure of a tall man from within the smoke and dusk, nocking another arrow aimed at him. Behind the man was the sinister shadow of a yin monster.
Shaking with pain, Fang Zhiyuan cursed, “Idiot!!”
“Yin body,” the man glared, seemingly disregarding life and death, and drew his bow again, “You deserve to die!!”
In that split second, Fang Zhiyuan did not hesitate at all.
He wasn’t disturbed by the fear, pain and sorrow that one should have felt when suddenly being attacked.
Fang Zhiyuan lowered his head and opened his mouth, biting the arrowed shaft with his teeth. At the same time, he hooked his toes and the long sword fell into his left palm.
There was a crisp cracking sound, and the moment the feathered end of the arrow shaft was bitten off, he bent his knees and kicked hard at the wall with his right foot!
The shadow was cast, and the sharp teeth of the yin monster were already hanging above his head. In the next moment, the city lord would be torn in half, and after that, it would be the calamity star himself.
Spiritual energy raged, and with a loud bang, half of the wall collapsed.
His right arm tore viciously at the sudden burst of momentum, blood splattering.
He yanked out the arrow, shifted his sword from left to right hand, and rushed out to meet the enemy. His action was quick and almost instantaneous, efficient yet most cruel to himself.
His sword flew over the astonished city lord’s head with ferocious force.
The back of the sword slammed into the man’s back, mercilessly smashing the city lord into the cracked ground!
Fang Zhiyuan didn’t pause nor did he hesitate.
He stepped on the ground and swung the sword forward.
Clang!!
The pitch-black sword collided with the yin monster’s sharp teeth.
The pressure suddenly dropped and cracks spread underfoot.
The strength of one arm wasn’t enough to compete with the yin monster, so Fang Zhiyuan could only hold the sword with both hands. Blood gushed out of his right arm, soaking nearly half his body in red.
Time seems to have stopped here.
The twelve-year-old boy was in a miserable state.
In front of him was a monster that could tear him to pieces with just one bite; behind him was a grown man lying on the ground who’d just shot him with an arrow; all around him were the streets of the small town that had been destroyed by the monster, with the ground crumbling and sand rolling.
“Cough……”
Dark blood gushed out from the corners of the boy’s lips, stream after stream.
A huge recoil force came from his hand, the pain tearing at his arm. The coldness of yin qi invaded his body…
There was a sharp sound in his ears, and it seemed that some mortals in the distance were screaming something. His internal organs were in agony, and something hot and fishy surged up in his throat.
Blood flowed madly, wetting the soil underfoot.
No retreat.
There was no retreat. If he took a single step back he would die.
The smelly sharp fangs of the yin monster had already reached the side of his neck, but Fang Zhiyuan seemed unaware. Veins on the back of his hands bulged, and he clenched his teeth tightly, refusing to retreat a single step.
Under his sweaty eyelashes, his pupils flashed with the ferocity of a lone wolf.
Suddenly, a sword wind sounded, and a flash of snow appeared!
The huge force in his hand suddenly disappeared. Fang Zhiyuan felt weak and his chest was so stuffy that he could barely breathe.
He saw the shadowy figure of the yin monster instantly split into two and gradually dissipated, and then he saw the extraordinary figure of Lin Fuqing falling from the sky.
Faint cries of surprise came from around them.
Fang Zhiyuan momentarily closed his eyes, unwilling to admit that he actually felt relieved when he saw that snow-white figure…
“A’Yuan, don’t move!”
The handle of his sword slipped from between his fingers. Before he could react, Lin Fuqing had already pressed down on the major acupoints on his right arm. Pure spiritual energy was injected into them, and the bleeding stopped.
Fang Zhiyuan took two breaths, his consciousness sometimes hazy and sometimes clear, his expression uncertain, “You…”
Lin Fuqing hugged him, his face cold as ice. “It’s okay, it’s my fault for coming late…Don’t talk, you’ve lost too much blood. Circulate your spiritual energy and regulate your breathing first.”
The sound of chaotic footsteps came from nearby. The frightened people supported each other and hurriedly came out from behind the shelters.
The city lord’s wife rushed to the front, tears streaming down her face. “Husband—“
…Right at this moment.
Like black lightning, an extremely dangerous dark light flashed across the cold eyes of the little immortal in white.
Hidden in his sleeves, Lin Fuqing’s fingers tensed slightly, and his eyes swept towards the city lord lying on the ground, groaning in pain, then at the hard bow that had broken at some point.
In fact, his rationality had already disappeared when he saw that scene from afar.
But he was afraid of scaring his calamity star, so he had to suppress the anger and murderous intent that was boiling in his body. Instead, he first helped Fang Zhiyuan, who was pale and gasping for breath due to blood loss.