Chapter 98

Xie Bi An was dazed by the kiss, and when he was confronted with Fan Wu She's boldness, he vaguely felt that he had fallen into a trap, but did not know how to resist. When Fan Wu She hugged and kissed him, he could have easily pushed him away, but he did not do it. The flirtationship and intimacy he had never experienced before made his heart pound and his blood churn. Shame, freshness, curiosity, excitement, all intense feelings burst forth at this moment, breaking through the twenty years of construction of what he had known and comprehended.

Maybe ... maybe he did not hate. Does he really like it?

He had been gay in his previous life, so was he also one in this present life?

Last time he thought he was in no hurry to marry and have children just to hold on to his heart of Dao, could it be he was fooling himself? But he likes to look at pretty girls, and have never had strange thoughts about guys, so how did he become gay?

He now regretted going to Yunding. If he had not gone to the Eight Trigrams Platform, he would not have been stimulated to see fragments of memories of his past life, and he would not have kept dreaming of his past life and his love-hate entanglement with a man, and would not even have wavered in front of his junior brother's advances.

But now it was too late to regret anything. He had lost his proper role as an elder brother and had even done these things with his own junior brother.

Compared to Xie Bi An’s endless tumbling of emotions, Fan Wu She was extremely delighted. He licked his lips gluttonously, thinking of a plot on how he could eat this man up completely.

The flush on Xie Bi An's face barely receded as he kept infusing spiritual energy to Fan Wu She's wound, asking in a whisper, "Feeling better?"

"Much better." Fan Wu She grabbed Xie Bi An's hand and pressed it to his heart, his eyes staring at him unblinkingly. Seeing the flickering pupils from his slightly moist eyelashes, then the opening and closing nose and red swollen lips, and then his sharply defined jaw and lightly chiselled chin. On his entire face, only his eyes were round and gentle, his pupils black and large, like a deer in the woods when frightened, and because he always smiled in a clear and unconstrained manner, he made people have the desire to get close to him.

The Zong Zi Xiao in the previous life had not only wanted to be close to this person since he was young, but also wanted to possess him.

Xie Bi An's heart shivered at the stare, "Don't look at me like that."

"Why can't I look at my man?"

"What time is it now? We still don't know how Master and Brother Lan are, and we're not out of coreger yet, so if you don't know how to differentiate the severity, I'll really get angry."

Fan Wu She reluctantly sat up straighter, "The bleeding has stopped, we can go now."

"Really?" Xie Bi An looked at his injury hesitantly. Using spiritual power and a blood-stopping talisman to treat the wound doesn’t mean the condition of the injuries has improved. It was just a necessity during an emergency. Fortunately, the vital parts were not injured, otherwise Fan Wu She would not have had the strength to act shamelessly in front of him.

"It's alright. It's cold here, so the bleeding will stop quickly."

Xie Bi An assisted him to stand up: "If we retreat back, we have to face the people of the Cangyu Sect. They have many people and have great force, we are probably no match for them. If we go forward ..." Going forward, means unknown. In a head-on encounter, the Flying Plume Ambassadors are certainly no match for them, but here they have the advantage of time and location, and no one knows what they will face ahead.

"We can only go forward." Fan Wu She covered the wound in his lower ribs and took a deep breath, "No matter how cunning those two demonic girls are, there are only two of them after all."

The two of them cautiously walked deeper into the Spirit Palace. The Spirit Palace was originally not large, but when Qi Meng Sheng manipulated the ice spirits and froze Fengming Lake, the Spirit Palace was damaged by the rapidly freezing lake water, which had now fused with the ice and was indistinguishable from each other, reshaping it into a larger and more complex ice cave. Separated by deep and thick ice, not even the light from the sky could reach the bottom of the lake. This is a world of darkness, cold, danger and despair.

"I can't figure it out." Xie Bi An said, "Nevermind the Seven Star Lamp, a living thing cannot be put into a qiankun pouch. How did they bring that ice coffin back to Fenglin Continent?"

Fan Wu She said with consideration, "I heard that the Cangyu Sect has a magical weapon, so I guess that magical weapon might have been used."

"What magical weapon can transport something that big and heavy and still not be discovered?" Xie Bi An said curiously.

"Gong Shu Ju."

Xie Bi An froze for a moment, seeming to remember something.

"Have you heard of it?"

"Seems like ... I've heard of it somewhere."

"It was back when the Zong brothers were still royal sons. There was a group of core thieves called the Lion Alliance. Their leader was a traitor to the Cangyu Sect who killed his own master and took away the magical weapon, which was Gong Shu Ju."

"I remember now. That person seemed to have the surname Chen, and it was with him who colluded with the Supreme Demon's biological father, Yan Shu, harming plenty of cultivators.”

Hearing the name Yan Shu, Fan Wu She's gaze sank.

"That Gong Shu Ju is said to be able to measure all things in the world, but the Cangyu Sect has never brought it out, and no one knows exactly how powerful it is."

"Not only can Gong Shu Ju measure all things, but it can also shrink the ground, change the size and form of things, and even scale living things."

Xie Bi An said in astonishment, "Living things? That powerful? You mean, they brought that ice coffin back by shrinking it?"

"Well, if you think about it, they indeed have decent cultivation, but they are not so powerful that they can secretly break through Chunyang Sect boundary, sneak into Xu Zhi Nan’s chambers, release the Thunderfire Stone, steal the Seven Star Lamp and then escape, and Chunyang Sect almost went out in full force to hunt them down, but they were not caught."

"So that's how it is ..." Xie Bi An sighed, "Gong Shu Ju is not exactly a top-notch magical weapon, but it is of great use." He blinked, "Wu She, why do you know so much?"

"My former master told me."

Xie Bi An looked at Fan Wu She thoughtfully for a couple of moments, "That master of yours is really a descendant of the Zong Clan."

"Since I am using the authentic Zongxuan Sword Technique, then he must be a descendant of the Zong Clan."

"At your age, you seem to know everything about the Emperor Zong era, some of which even our master doesn't know. That master of yours, what did he teach you?"

It wasn’t that Xie Bi An didn’t suspect Fan Wu She's origins. Fan Wu She said he had been abandoned as a child, fatherless, motherless and no one to depend on, and was raised by that mysterious descendant of the Zong clan from Mount Qingcheng. In order to make a living, he worked odd jobs at wine shops, inns and music venues. But there is a lot of suspicion about him. He has no marketplace spirit, he is neither humble nor slick and sly, but rather arrogant and unrestrained, as if he sees nothing worthwhile all around. He has knowledge of the guqin, chess, calligraphy, painting, dance and music. He has a good knowledge of everything, perhaps even more than himself. His gestures, movements and consumption, none of them are not calm and elegant. He said that he has to worry about making a living, but that cultivation and sword skills, apart from his supreme natural talent, are more indispensable than his acquired skill.

In short, Fan Wu She was like a young man who had been brought up in a privileged family. Who does not need to worry about any trivial life, and who cultivated both literature and martial arts.

Xie Bi An was brought up by Zhong Kui, a carefree master, and Cui Jue taught him to read and write. He inherited both literature and martial arts from the best teachers, but his teachers were so busy that he had to take care of his master at an early age, and it was impossible for him to concentrate on his studies without distractions. He had seen how a son of a family like Lan Chui Han learned, who, in addition to his real master, had three martial arts teachers and three literary teachers who taught only one person and produced the most famous son in the world.

So how could one not be suspicious, when, according to Fan Wu She's claim of being less experienced than a child from an ordinary family, yet had a cultivation and learning far beyond his years?

However, Xie Bi An was reluctant to think badly of people by nature. He felt that if he could think of something, his master must have thought of it too. Master looked confused on the surface, but he has a clarity in his heart, and if he dares to accept someone as his disciple, he naturally need not suspect him. Perhaps Fan Wu She is hiding his origins because of the identity of his master on Mount Qingcheng, or perhaps because of some other difficulty.

Seeing Fan Wu She did not speak, Xie Bi An also didn’t plan to get to the bottom of it. He was only a little disappointed that Fan Wu She said he liked him, yet in fact he didn't fully trust him.

With one look, Fan Wu She saw through Xie Bi An’s thought. He didn't know if Xie Bi An was too innocent in this life or his own eyes worked really well after living two lifetimes. He thought this man was so foolish that he wrote everything he thought on his face. He took Xie Bi An's hand and interlocked his fingers: "Senior brother, now that you have begun to learn the Zongxuan Sword Technique and have had some results, you can be considered my master's outer disciple. I will take you back to Mount Qingcheng some day, and I will slowly tell you about the past, okay?"

Xie Bi An’s heart felt warm for a moment. He smiled slightly and said, "Okay." After a pause, he added, "You can trust me. In case one day Song Chun Gui goes to Mount Qingcheng to investigate your origins, I can also help you cover up. I can't let outsiders bully you."

Fan Wu She held onto Xie Bi An's hand and laughed lowly, "Senior brother is so good to me, I want to kiss you again."

"Shut up!"

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Edited 12 Apr. 21 (Emzie)

 

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