Fu Man spent great effort to wake Feng Yu, who was sleeping like a dead pig.
Feng Yu cursed all the way: “…Aren’t you thinking our Ling’er is too stupid? He drew an array—what’s there to make a fuss about? Still suspecting he’s possessed? Isn’t this roundaboutly calling him an idiot?”
Fu Man said: “But that array is definitely not one Ling’er could draw.”
Feng Yu sneered: “I still don’t believe it. What array…”
Arriving there, Feng Yu glanced at the array not yet completely burned, going “Whoa” in terror: “Ling’er! You’re definitely possessed!”
Yan Ling, Fu Man: “…”
Just as Feng Yu arrived at Yan Ling’s quarters, Sheng Jiao across the way sensed something wrong and came to knock on the door asking what happened.
Fu Man explained the matter in a few words. Sheng Jiao’s brows furrowed tightly. Recalling what Yan Ling had told him years ago about that Shen Tianshe vengeful ghost youth, he had a vaguely ominous premonition in his heart.
Yan Ling sat dryly in a chair, letting Feng Yu use strange techniques on his body, wanting to see if he’d really been possessed.
After tormenting back and forth for most of the night, Feng Yu finally withdrew his divine powers, saying strangely: “There are no traces of being possessed by anything.”
Yan Ling said: “But I really don’t know what that array is. Even now, I can’t draw it.”
Feng Yu: “…That’s why I find it strange.”
Yan Ling pondered a long while before realizing Feng Yu was roundaboutly calling him stupid. Angered, he kicked Feng Yu once.
Everyone deliberated for ages without figuring anything out, but they also didn’t dare leave Yan Ling alone.
Feng Yu yawned: “I’ll watch over him tonight. Tomorrow we’ll go to the Medicine Sect to ask Madam Wan if you have some serious illness.”
Yan Ling glared at him: “You’re the one with serious illness.”
Feng Yu laughed: “Shorty, why don’t you recognize a good person’s heart?”
Seeing the two argue again, Sheng Jiao said: “My quarters are close to here. I’ll watch over tonight.”
Yan Ling immediately changed to another expression. No longer picky, he said happily: “Great, great.”
Feng Yu didn’t see through Sheng Jiao’s wolfish ambitions, nodding in agreement. But Fu Man looked at Sheng Jiao with meaningful depth.
It was already the middle of the night.
After Fu Man and Feng Yu left, Yan Ling climbed onto the bed, beckoning to Sheng Jiao standing at the door: “Sheng Jiao, come.”
Sheng Jiao hesitated: “I’ll just watch from outside.”
“Outside is so cold. Come in quickly—this bed is big enough.” Yan Ling took off his outer robe and tossed it aside, skillfully burrowing into the quilt. Leaving more than half the bed for Sheng Jiao, he waited longingly for him to come over.
Sheng Jiao struggled internally for ages. In the end, he still yielded to his heart, slowly walking over and getting on the bed.
The bed curtain closed, blocking out the candlelight outside. In the narrow bed space, a stretch of tranquility.
Yan Ling removed the ear cuff from his ear, listening to the quiet night. But listening and listening, he vaguely sensed something wrong, turning his head puzzled: “Sheng Jiao, you’re blooming flowers.”
Sheng Jiao’s body stiffened. Feigning composure: “What?”
“I heard the sound of flowers opening.” Yan Ling said. “First time hearing it. Are you in a very good mood right now?”
Not understanding love, Yan Ling didn’t know what blooming flowers truly meant. This was also the first time he so clearly heard that subtle sound like falling snow—inexplicably feeling at ease and beautiful.
Wanting to keep listening.
Sheng Jiao pressed his lips wordlessly. In his heart, he recited calming mantras, forcibly suppressing the joy in his heart.
Yan Ling: “Oh, they stopped blooming.”
Sheng Jiao couldn’t help it: “Sleep.”
“Okay okay.” Yan Ling didn’t pursue further questions. Pulling up the quilt and closing his eyes, thinking about it, he still instructed: “If I’m possessed again in the middle of the night, remember to save me.”
“Mm.”
Familiar osmanthus fragrance wrapped around him. Yan Ling quickly fell asleep, vaguely hearing that weak sound of petals blooming by his ear again.
…The flowers bloomed all night.
Early the next morning, Liu Changxing finally came from the Southern Territory to Central State to gather at Zhuxing House.
Yan Ling hadn’t come to Central State for three years. Right at the start, he was forced to drink three cups of wine. If not for Sheng Jiao blocking beside him, who knows—he might have gotten drunk and collapsed right at the beginning.
Just three cups of wine—Yan Ling’s cheeks were already flushed red. He still maintained consciousness, sitting cross-legged beside Heng Yudu, looking left and right at his legs, muttering quietly: “These past few years, I’ve come up with several treatment methods. Why don’t you find time to come with me to Yan Family Mountain?”
Heng Yudu had never hoped Yan Ling could cure his legs. He smiled sullenly: “Said it many times—no need to trouble yourself.”
Yan Ling’s brows furrowed tightly. Lying on his wheelchair armrest, he said vaguely: “Just try, okay? Nothing to lose.”
Heng Yudu had no choice but to go along with him: “Fine. When I finish my capping ceremony, I’ll go to Yan Family Mountain to find you.”
Yan Ling’s brain turned a bit slowly. After a long while, he nodded: “Good. I’ll also go back to plant more medicinal herbs. I’ll definitely cure you then.”
Heng Yudu smiled helplessly.
Lezheng Jiu came over, yanking Yan Ling over in one motion, displeased: “I heard last night Sheng Jiao slept in your quarters?”
Yan Ling nodded: “Mm mm, flowers blooming… Sheng Jiao sleeping.”
Lezheng Jiu couldn’t understand what nonsense he was saying, coldly saying: “You’re not young anymore—not like when you were little. Two grown men sleeping together—don’t you find it strange? Next time if something happens, remember to call me. Remember?”
“Not strange.” Yan Ling spoke without thinking, saying blankly: “Strange with others, not strange with Sheng Jiao.”
Lezheng Jiu: “?”
Heng Yudu beside them gasped.
Feng Yu sensed something fishy, hurrying over: “What? What what! What fun thing are you talking about? Include me too!”
Liu Changxing also squeezed over.
Heng Yudu originally wanted to stop Yan Ling from saying such misunderstandable “cut-sleeve” words, but it was already too late.
Yan Ling said crisply: “Sleeping with Sheng Jiao, really not strange. He even blooms flowers—especially nice to hear. I really like it.”
Lezheng Jiu’s face turned green.
Instead, the two watching the excitement were full of agreement: “What’s strange about sleeping together? All men.”
Heng Yudu: “…”
Alright then.
Xi Jue sat there chugging wine. The more he looked at Sheng Jiao, the more displeased he felt. Playing with a finger-length silver needle in his hand, he said coldly to Rang Chen: “What do you think—if I teleport this thing into someone’s heart, would it make him immediately drop dead?”
Rang Chen drank a mouthful of wine, saying flatly: “If you’re targeting ‘Fathom the Heavenly Dao,’ that’s hard.”
Xi Jue impatiently clicked his tongue.
‘Fathom the Heavenly Dao’ was simply Heaven’s favored child. Before even twenty years old, Sheng Jiao had already half-stepped into Spirit Transformation Realm, making others envious.
Reportedly, Lezheng Jiu had already agreed to refine spirit pills for him, allowing him to break through the bottleneck before his capping ceremony, becoming the youngest Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator in the entire Thirteen States.
No matter how much Xi Jue wanted to kill Sheng Jiao, every time ‘Wheresoever I Roam’ made a move, it would be instinctively blocked by the Tianyan Pearls—not letting anything approach his side.
Xi Jue drank while coldly sizing up Sheng Jiao. His gaze inadvertently fell on Yan Ling’s wrist, his brows furrowing fiercely.
Yan Ling’s wrist never wore anything year-round. This time coming out, he instead wore a familiar bead.
Xi Jue grabbed the wine jug and walked over, directly pushing Heng Yudu’s wheelchair aside. Sitting beside Yan Ling, he hooked the cord on Yan Ling’s wrist to look carefully.
—Sure enough, it was that dog Sheng Jiao’s Tianyan Pearl.
Even the one with the character「Zhuo」!
Xi Jue’s eyes instantly turned cold.
Yan Ling, drunk and groggy, sensed someone hooking his precious bead. Displeased, he yanked it away, muttering: “Don’t touch!”
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