Macho Men Fighting

Xuan Mo was never very proactive about studying in the Scripture Pavilion with his senior brother. Every day, Chu Zeming had to go fetch him before he was willing to come out.

Chu Zeming was somewhat displeased, so he casually reprimanded Xuan Mo a few times for being lazy.

After that, Xuan Mo began avoiding Chu Zeming—either he was off giving lectures, or he was cultivating.

In short, he was very busy.

After waiting outside Xuan Mo's residence for several days without catching him, Chu Zeming could only go to the Scripture Pavilion to read by himself for the time being. When listening to Xuan Mo read, Chu Zeming would also follow along with a copied text, and thus learned quite a few characters. Though his speed was still slow, he had improved greatly compared to when he had first begun.

—His diligent studying these past few days had not been in vain.

The black-haired young man bent over the desk, reading. His ink-dark hair draped lightly down, spreading across his shoulders and the tabletop. His usually flamboyant and aloof face was quiet now. Long lashes hung low, covering most of his pitch-black eyes, lending his beauty an entirely different flavor.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted Chu Zeming's thoughts.

"Eldest Senior Brother, the Sect Master is waiting for you in the side hall. He has something to tell you."

Chu Zeming raised his head and saw a messenger disciple standing respectfully beside him, holding a voice-transmission jade slip. When he opened it and listened, it was indeed Ling Yunzi's voice.

Chu Zeming pinched the jade slip, astonished.

—What did he want with him?

Everyone thought the original owner had been favored, that his realm had risen so quickly because his master had protected and guided him. In truth, that was not the case. Though Ling Yunzi was Chu Zeming's master in name, he rarely instructed his disciple.

Now that he heard Ling Yunzi had something to say to him, Chu Zeming could not help feeling puzzled.

Could it be... that he knew his disciple had been swapped out?

Impossible.

Though he had been in a bad mood these days, his face a little darker and his temper a little more irritable, he definitely had not gone OOC. After frowning in thought for a moment, Chu Zeming finally set down the sword manual and followed the disciple to the side hall.

The side hall of the Nine-Clear Haoran Sect stood southeast of the main hall. Though it was only a side hall, it was still grand and imposing.

As soon as Chu Zeming entered, he saw Ling Yunzi seated in the place of honor with his eyes lowered. He had been born handsome, and his embroidered Daoist robe patterned with clouds made him appear even more ethereal and detached, like an exiled immortal. Several inner sect disciples stood silently on either side of him.

Ling Yunzi looked down at him. "Do you know why I summoned you?"

Chu Zeming said, "This disciple does not."

Looking at the eldest disciple below, Ling Yunzi's expression was like the cold frost of February, freezing enough to pierce the bones. "The most important thing in cultivation is cultivating the heart. Your Dao heart is unstable. You have recklessly harbored anger and jealousy toward your fellow disciple. Do you wish to fall into demonic cultivation in the future? Drawing your sword against a fellow disciple—do you still remember your identity as eldest senior brother?"

Chu Zeming said, "..."

He understood.

There had been plenty of rumors these past few days. The entire sect knew that Yue Lian had nearly been stabbed to death by him in the bamboo grove.

His precious disciple, whom he had finally taken a liking to, had been bullied. Ling Yunzi had specifically come to warn him.

Ling Yunzi said coldly, "You are not to make a move against him again. Lian'er has a simple nature and has only just entered the immortal path. As his eldest senior brother, you should have shown him more tolerance and care. Let this matter pass for now. But if I hear again that you are deliberately targeting him or drawing your sword against him, I will punish you severely."

Having said that, Ling Yunzi flicked his sleeve and dismissed Chu Zeming.

He had not summoned Chu Zeming to hear him explain himself. He merely wished to warn this arrogant eldest disciple not to lay hands on Yue Lian.

Zeming felt rather miserable, but he still answered, "Yes."

After leaving the side hall, Chu Zeming planned to return to the Scripture Pavilion and continue reading.

Before he even approached its entrance, he spotted Yue Lian in the distance. He was standing guard there, holding the very copy of Autumn Water Sword Intent Chu Zeming had been reading earlier. Disciples occasionally went over to speak gently with him, and Yue Lian only smiled and nodded before resuming his eager watch.

Chu Zeming felt terrible all over.

He decisively turned and left.

Just in time—his eyes were tired from reading. Work and rest should be balanced.

Very good...

Avoiding the passing disciples, Chu Zeming followed his memory to a flat, open meadow. The spiritual energy here was somewhat thinner than elsewhere in the sect, so disciples rarely came by.

Chu Zeming lay down on the ground to rest, gazing at the expanse of azure sky and narrowing his eyes in contentment. The air in this other world had not been polluted by industrial fumes; it was fresh and pleasant. The sky was a clear blue, with the occasional white cloud drifting past. A breeze swept by, and loose strands of hair brushed over his face, leaving behind an itchy sensation.

All at once, Chu Zeming's resentment and objections toward the Jīwen World diminished considerably.

But that thought did not last long—an abrupt shadow appeared overhead, blocking his view of the sky. Then a voice that made Chu Zeming's scalp go numb sounded once more—

"Eldest Senior Brother, I found you."

Looking at the enlarged beautiful face before him, Chu Zeming's breath caught, and his pupils shook—Yue Lian, that lingering ghost, had come again and again and again!

The black-haired young man lay flat on the ground, his satin-like dark hair spread across the tender green grass. A trace of astonishment appeared on his gorgeous, flamboyant face.

Suppressing the urge to stab this damn gay man to death with one sword, Chu Zeming sat up straight. Wearing an expression as grim as if his mother had died, he stared at Yue Lian and asked coldly, "Do you need something?"

No, I just wanted to come find you...

Remembering what had happened in the bamboo grove that day, Yue Lian instinctively knew he could not say that. So, after thinking for a moment, he made something up on the spot. "Mm, I do. I wanted to find somewhere interesting to play, but I do not know the roads very well. I do not know many people, either. Senior Brother entered the sect early—could you show me around?"

Chu Zeming sneered inwardly.

Sure enough—the protagonist bottom was a hopeless salted fish. He did not care much about cultivation in daily life, and spent all his thoughts on romance and amusement.

But that was perfect.

The more useless Yue Lian was, the happier Chu Zeming would be.

Chu Zeming made his calculations, a faint and eerie smile appearing on his face.

"Get familiar with the sect? Sure. Senior Brother will take you around the back mountain. It is more fun there." Cricket fighting and bird catching were perfect for an idle loafer like you.

After saying that, Chu Zeming rose and headed toward the back mountain.

They could have flown.

But Yue Lian had only entered the sect recently. His cultivation was low, and he had not yet learned to fly very well. Though Chu Zeming was a Jindan Stage cultivator, he... did not want to touch him.

It was too disgusting.

Chu Zeming still remembered that in the bamboo grove, this fellow had stood beside Ning Weiyu and solemnly called himself Lian'er.

Terrifying and disgusting—

Flat-chested zeroes with dicks were truly horrifying creatures.

Yue Lian did not mind.

He rather liked walking. The feeling of keeping his feet on solid ground was nice.

Yue Lian followed behind Chu Zeming as if nothing were amiss. Looking at his waterfall of ink-black hair, looking at his straight and slender back, Yue Lian's mood became very good.

Eldest Senior Brother was as beautiful as a flower.

They were a match made in heaven.

With his hands behind his back, Yue Lian walked forward until he was shoulder to shoulder with the flamboyant beauty beside him. His raven hair fell to his waist, and the corners of his lips curved slightly on his innocent face. His clear eyes and long lashes, fluttering like butterfly wings, gave him a different sort of charm.

The back mountain of the Nine-Clear Haoran Sect was very large.

The trees were lush and verdant, their branches luxuriant and leaves thick. There were no ferocious beasts, but there were plenty of small animals such as spirit rabbits, spirit rats, birds, and insects, and they were not afraid of people.

When some of the little rabbits saw the two of them arrive, they even stopped moving and stared at them with their little red eyes. Their ears stood upright, their three-petaled mouths twitching, looking utterly adorable and guileless.

Chu Zeming ignored those cute little creatures.

Macho men did not like such things.

His brows were deeply furrowed as he walked, pondering whether to take Yue Lian to the Purple Bamboo Grove to watch the junior sisters from Nurtured Beauty Peak practice sword dancing, or to Clearheart Meadow to catch mighty divine crickets.

But Yue Lian was gay.

He probably would not be interested in beautiful women dancing with swords... Or perhaps it would be better to take him to the training grounds to watch the shirtless, muscular body cultivators hold their stances?

As he was thinking, a groan seemingly laced with pain suddenly drifted from the distance, interrupting Chu Zeming's thoughts. He abruptly raised his head.

At some point, the two had reached the depths of the back mountain.

The sound of a stream burbling seemed to come from afar. Amid the splashing water, a faint human voice rose and fell.

Chu Zeming's expression immediately tightened, and vigilance rose in his heart.

Was there an injured person nearby?

To avoid danger, Chu Zeming turned and warned Yue Lian with his eyes not to make a sound carelessly, telling him to stay close. Then he quietly headed toward the source of the noise.

Carefully circling around the surrounding shrubs, the two approached a thick patch of brush beside a waterfall without making a sound.

Chu Zeming lightly lifted his robe hem, crouched down, and quietly reached out to part the weeds blocking his view.

The view suddenly opened up, revealing a pool of water, with a waterfall above it.

The waterfall was not large. Like a silver arc, it fell from the cliff onto a smooth boulder directly below, sending sprays of water flying before pouring into the pool and flowing away along the stream.

It was like a silver lotus falling from the ninth heavens, beautiful beyond compare.

But Chu Zeming had no mood to admire the hidden scenery, because at that moment, atop the great rock in the pool, two figures were even more eye-catching than the waterfall—one above, one below, rising and falling.

Neither of the two people in the waterfall wore clothes, and they seemed to want nothing more than to embed themselves into each other. The "painful" sounds came from their mouths.

To be fair, neither of the two men in the waterfall was ugly.

They could even be called quite delicate and pretty, but... that could not conceal the fact that they were both flat-chested and had dicks.

Chu Zeming froze where he stood, petrified on the spot.

It was over.

A live-action GV scene.

The eyes of a straight man of steel—were no longer clean.

Yue Lian followed behind Chu Zeming. Seeing that he had not reacted for a long time, he could not help feeling puzzled.

He took two small steps forward, crouched beside Chu Zeming, and followed his line of sight—

Then both of them fell into an exceptionally terrifying silence.

Macho men fighting.

The momentum was terrifying.

After being stunned for a while, Yue Lian finally concealed the strange look in his eyes. Crouching beside Chu Zeming, he stared at the two men fighting fiercely in the waterfall and said with a solemn expression, "Senior Brother truly did not deceive me. The back mountain... really is fun."

Chu Zeming's face immediately darkened like the bottom of a pot.

Author's note:

Chu Zeming: Damn gay, I heard your talent is peerless. Come fight me!

Yue Lian: Fight? There is actually such a wonderful thing?!

A warning for those in the front row: the top is a white lotus, an idiot and a drama queen, and his thought process is also bizarre. He will also be bullied by Eldest Senior Brother. [Top-lovers, enter with extreme, extreme, extreme, extreme, extreme caution.] If you do not like it, please do not flame... Yuyu is really scared.