Wanting to Be Good with You

Chu Zeming said, "...You all, listen to my explanation."

Wu Qi stood there with a stiff face, utterly shocked.

Chang Wei burst into tears on the spot.

Ling Tian's pupils constricted sharply, his face filled with disbelief.

Only Xuan Mo reacted first. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before them, dragged the senior brother off his junior brother, shielded Chu Zeming behind him, and furiously pointed at Yue Lian as he cursed, "Junior Brother Yue, how could you be so despicable? Taking advantage of the fox clan's bewitchment to do such a thing to Senior Brother—have you no shame?!"

Hearing this, Chu Zeming, protected behind Xuan Mo, was first stunned, then understood: he did not need to explain himself anymore. Xuan Mo had made up an excuse for him with his eyes wide open. As expected of a brother.

With a cough, Chu Zeming straightened his dark robes, which had become somewhat disheveled during his struggle with Yue Lian, and said sternly, "That's right. The fox clan clouded my mind."

Yue Lian lay on the ground like a rag doll. He found it thrilling inside, but tears began streaming down his face as he said, "Senior Brother Xuan Mo, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disrespect Senior Brother. Senior Brother and I only did something so absurd because... I know it was all my fault. Lian'er is too beautiful; Senior Brother, carried away by passion, could not restrain himself. I am willing to atone..."

Wiping at the tears that came as soon as he wished, Yue Lian barely turned his face away. Biting his lip, he trembled as he said, "I am willing to take responsibility for Senior Brother's chastity. Once we return to the sect, I will ask Master to grant us a marriage."

"You shameless fox vixen, shut your mouth! Senior Brother is pure as ice and clean as jade. Do you think you can marry him just because you say so?!"

Xuan Mo grew even angrier and was about to strike Yue Lian without another word.

What sort of thing thought it could lay hands on Senior Brother?

Seeing this, Chang Wei suddenly threw his arms around Xuan Mo's leg as Xuan Mo nearly went berserk, crying, "Please, don't hit Lian'er! If you want to hit someone, hit me—don't hit Lian'er!"

Consumed by rage, Xuan Mo directly took out the Wordless Heavenly Book.

"Get away, Chang Wei! Get away!"

"No, I can't leave! No one is allowed to bully Lian'er!"

The next second, Ling Tian charged over with an iron hammer in hand, his baby face wearing a dark smile. "Kill him. If you don't say anything and I don't say anything, no one will know what happened today."

Dragging the endlessly weeping Chang Wei along by his leg, Xuan Mo bared his teeth in agreement. "Right. Once we return to the sect, we'll say Junior Brother was too weak and unfortunately died in Torch Dragon Valley."

For a moment, the scene descended into chaos.

Chu Zeming was greatly alarmed. He flashed in front of them and shouted, "Enough! Stop! Nobody make a move!"

Xuan Mo stared at Chu Zeming in disbelief. His eyes were red, and he was nearly in tears. "Senior Brother, he was so shameless and sullied your purity, yet you're still protecting him?"

Chu Zeming had grievances he could not voice.

I'm not protecting him. I'm protecting you all.

If this guy starts fighting and breaks his seal, one slash for 999—we'll all be dead.

Based on the information he had gotten from the Artifact Refining Pavilion elder earlier, Chu Zeming could now infer that the Black Lotus they had encountered in the underground palace had been Yue Lian himself. Not only was he no laid-back freeloader who won while lying down—he was, damn it, an immortal from ancient times who spent every day sightseeing and playing through the mortal world.

The seal on his body was easy enough to explain as well.

He did not want to ascend.

Chu Zeming had no idea where Ling Yunzi had picked up this troublemaker and brought him back to the sect. Not a single part of him possessed an immortal's bearing. He was always wearing that flamboyantly innocent, pure-looking face while flirting shamelessly with Chu Zeming.

Forcing himself to remain composed, Chu Zeming stood between the utterly disillusioned, grief-stricken Xuan Mo and Ling Tian. Inside, he only wanted to curse that goddamned pitfall of an original novel—the main plotline had only barely brushed against reality, while ever since he had transmigrated into this world, not a single thing had matched up. Even the basic identity setting of the all-conquering, beloved protagonist bottom had completely changed.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Zeming's face turned cold. "Look at yourselves! We came to save our junior brother, not to slaughter each other. Put away your magical artifacts, all of you!"

Only then did they reluctantly put away their artifacts.

Chang Wei released Xuan Mo's thigh, then walked sadly to Yue Lian's side and called out in concern, "Lian'er, are you all right? Were you frightened?"

He undid the black cloak around himself, intending to drape it over the beauty whose clothes had been torn to pieces. Yet before he could hand it over, Yue Lian rose disdainfully, moved a little farther away from him, took out a set of clothes from his storage space, changed into them, and said, "Big white radish, stay farther away from me from now on. Just now, I already became Senior Brother's man."

Chang Wei's hand froze.

His sorrow immediately flowed backward into a river.

He abruptly raised his head and sniffed.

Endure it, Chang Wei.

You can't cry. If your eyes swell from crying, you won't look good. A man has to learn to love himself.

There were so many three-legged men in the world. Why bother picking up Lian'er, that foul man who had been cold and proud toward him, and who was no longer pure as ice and clean as jade after being unintentionally defiled by Brother Chu?

But he could not hold it in.

He wanted to cry so badly.

Chu Zeming watched Chang Wei pull something from his robes and apply it beneath his eyes, tilting his face up to reduce the swelling. The corner of his mouth could not help twitching.

It felt like... he had led Chang Wei onto a road of no return.

A perfectly fine, brawny macho man had become like this.

Xuan Mo and Ling Tian were still calming themselves down.

Chang Wei finally finished reducing the swelling and put his black cloak back on.

He had already come to terms with it. A man should be magnanimous. Since the raw rice had already been cooked into rice, he could not possibly do something as vile as stealing another's beloved. He was a gentleman. He could do it.

After all, Brother Chu had always treated him well and had even taught him all the beauty formulas he had treasured for so long.

Chang Wei walked up to Chu Zeming and grasped his hand. "Brother Chu, Lian'er and I were not fated to be. From now on, I'll leave Lian'er to you. You must protect him well. The love I could only wish for—you must cherish it."

Chu Zeming's mouth twitched. "I don't like him..."

Chang Wei said earnestly, "But he gave you his purity. Even if you don't like him, you must shoulder a man's responsibility."

Chu Zeming refused. "Just now, I only tore his clothes. Nothing happened between us."

Chang Wei shook his head. "Do you think we believe that? Brother Chu, you were sitting on top of him. It isn't only xxx that counts as something happening."

This burly Chang Wei actually knew quite a lot.

Chu Zeming covered his forehead and said weakly, "Don't force me. I don't like men."

Hearing that, Chang Wei said disapprovingly, "Brother Chu, Lian'er is even more beautiful than a fairy maiden. Look at his face—if he put on a dress, wouldn't he be no different from a woman? There is a kind of love called letting go. Chang Wei cannot obtain Lian'er's love, but Chang Wei hopes he can be happy. Brother Chu, you cannot run away. Chang Wei is traditional. Personally, I think that since you touched him and handled him, you must take responsibility for him."

Chu Zeming despaired. At last, he understood how Ling Yunzi had felt back then.

Chang Wei's words were magical attacks!

They truly drained one's sanity, turned one's whole body cold, and made one's scalp tingle!

"Stop. Don't say another word, Chang Wei."

"No, I have to say it. Brother Chu is unwilling to shoulder responsibility like a man. Chang Wei cannot agree with your conduct."

Chu Zeming took a deep breath. Not wanting to deal with Chang Wei, he walked off alone.

Xuan Mo and Ling Tian exchanged a glance, could not help shooting Chang Wei a vicious glare, then hurried after him.

"Senior Brother, slow down! Wait for us!"

Only Chang Wei and Yue Lian remained behind.

Yue Lian looked at the back of the young man in dark robes fleeing in disarray, desperately held back his laughter, then for the first time took the initiative to approach Chang Wei.

Yue Lian gazed at him gratefully. "I'm sorry, Brother Wei. I've misunderstood you all this time. You treat me so well."

Chang Wei looked at Yue Lian with heartache. "Little Sister Lian, I'll help you."

In that brief span of time, a united three-against-two front had formed.

Only Wu Qi was still standing where he was, having chosen no side.

Wu Qi had originally wanted to catch up with Senior Brother, but he looked at Yue Lian and Chang Wei again. After thinking it over, he still walked over to their side.

He could not stay with Senior Brother any longer.

Four against two was too pitiful. They were all fellow sect brothers, and he could not bear it.

Three against three was fair.

After all, they were still in Torch Dragon Valley.

Danger lurked on all sides. Though the three-versus-three lines had already formed, in order to prevent danger from arising, the six of them temporarily suppressed the grudges in their hearts.

This time, Chu Zeming no longer took the lead. With his arms folded, he followed behind Yue Lian and simply raised his chin at him, signaling that the capable should do more and go clear the way.

Yue Lian gave Chu Zeming a helpless look, sighed, and obediently walked at the front.

"Brother Chu, you can't bully Lian'er like this. He's only at the Fusion Stage." Chang Wei's ghostly voice drifted over by his ear again.

Chu Zeming shuddered all over.

Here it came again. That sanity-devouring monster was back.

Rubbing his forehead, Chu Zeming asked Chang Wei, "Chang Wei, you said before that once you won Lian'er over, you would leave the Nine-Clear Haoran Sect and roam the world, making the four seas your home. Now that you've decided to give up, when do you plan to leave?"

At this, Chang Wei's eyes lit up as he smiled. "Brother Chu, I've thought it through. I must take responsibility for Lian'er's happiness. Once you and he are settled together, once Chang Wei feels reassured, then I'll leave."

Chu Zeming immediately sucked in a sharp breath.

His scalp went numb.

Terrifying indeed!

Quickening his pace to get away from Chang Wei, Chu Zeming caught up with Yue Lian ahead and asked in a low voice, "Can you stop playing around? What exactly are you after?"

Yue Lian lowered his voice as well. "I'm not after anything. I just want to be good with you."

Chu Zeming's fists hardened again. Gritting his jaw, he said word by word, "Don't think that just because I know your identity, I won't dare hit you."

Yue Lian said, "Hit me, then. It's not as if you haven't hit me enough already. Anyway, I can't die."

Chu Zeming took a deep breath, shot Yue Lian a fierce glare, then yanked Xiao Hei out from his robes and gave it another savage beating.

Xiao Hei's four heads were covered in bumps as it stared blankly around.

It had only moved around a little. It got beaten for that too?