Shen Lei’s eyes flung open as soon as Luo Lin stirred in his arms. He hadn’t forgotten what Qiao An had told him. Catching the fairy wasn’t too hard but holding onto him would be the difficult part. Thus, now that he had caught him, he had to make sure that he wouldn’t lose him. After all, there were a lot of other men outside that might try to steal the fairy from him.
Shen Lei pulled Luo Lin closer up against his chest and turned his head, pressing his lips onto Luo Lin’s for a lingering kiss. “I wouldn’t have gone too far with what I did, would I?”
Luo Lin turned in his arms and his fingertips brushed Shen Lei’s chest. His lips curved up in a sweet smile. “Luo Lin has long admired Ah Lei. How could Luo Lin feel that Ah Lei went too far?” From his expression, it really seemed that he didn’t mind how far things had gone even though they had only met.
Shen Lei hummed and looked up at the bed in front of them. In the end, they still hadn’t managed to make their way over. So much for chaining the fairy onto it and making sure he was happy there. Well, it didn’t seem like his fairy thought much about where exactly he was chained to. As long as it was enjoyable, he seemed to be in agreement.
Winter went by in the blink of an eye and Shen Lei couldn’t help but start feeling impatient. The fairy had come by almost every day to stop at the foot of the hill, observing his movements and maybe admiring his body a little. Unfortunately, by the time his fight ended, the fairy would always have hurried away already. There was just no way to catch him.
Shen Lei couldn’t help but wonder if Qiao An’s method was really as successful as he had thought in the beginning. Maybe he should try another approach, after all? Unfortunately, he didn’t know which. And he had nobody else to ask either. Thus he could only try and heighten the stakes.
Summer came and Lian Rong once again had to rub his eyes. “Senior martial brother … what happened to your robe?” He furrowed his brows and took a closer look.
Shen Lei stayed at Qiao An’s place for a while longer, discussing how to attract the fairy to him in the first place. Starting from the following day, a startling sight could be seen in the Teng Yong Sect.
Lian Rong’s eyes widened in disbelief. “First senior martial brother … your sleeves …”
“What about them?” Shen Lei took out his sword and leisurely held it in front of him, motioning at Lian Rong to begin.
“They … They’ve vanished!” And there’s snow falling! There are snowflakes accumulating on your shoulders, alright?! Even if you’ve already formed your core, can you stop being so hardcore?! You’re scaring the junior martial brothers at the side! Naturally, Lian Rong didn’t dare to say the latter part but he felt that his first sentence already encompassed his feelings well enough. Continue reading
There were a few disciples in the Teng Yong Sect that should never be provoked.
Three of them were the disciples of Elder Baili: The first was a martial arts maniac that would jump at every opportunity to fight. The second was a madman that you might be able to hurt but that would viciously repay you until you wished you weren’t alive. The third one … He looked like a harmless flower but as soon as this harmless flower opened his pretty mouth, a horde of men would come running and bash you up. So, no, you didn’t want to provoke these three.
As for the others, they were the disciples of Sect Master Zhang. Elder Baili’s disciples were troublesome but the Sect Master’s disciples were completely uninhibited and stopped at nothing. If you provoked these gods of plague, you were doomed. And nobody would dare to even think of trying to extend a helping hand to you. Continue reading
Shen Lei’s fight against Qu Yijun … Those that were present that day weren’t able to forget about it for a long time. Qu Yijun had been Elder Feng’s most prized disciple until that day. He had received many resources from the sect and been personally advised on his cultivation by the Elder himself. There weren’t many in the Teng Yong Sect that would have dared to claim that they would be able to beat him in a fight. But Shen Lei, this almost unknown disciple, just marched right up to him, took out his sword, bowed, and challenged him to a fight as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. Which reason would somebody of Qu Yijun’s status have to reject such a challenge? Thus he accepted and thus he met his doom.
What everyone had believed to be a fight in favor of Qu Yijun turned out to be a one-sided bashing of the prodigy.
Afterward, Shen Lei sheathed his sword and looked at his victim with eyes sparkling with mirth. “Thank you for your guidance, senior martial brother Qu, you really opened my eyes. Right, now that we’re chatting amicably, there’s this one question I’ve wanted to ask you for a while. Would senior martial brother Qu be willing to answer?”
Qu Yijun glanced up at Shen Lei with a dark expression. Thanking him for his guidance after defeating him like this? This guy was clearly mocking him! What kind of question could he have?
Shen Lei didn’t expect an answer. He just continued to look at his victim and a faint smile lit up his expression. “Let me just ask. If senior martial brother is willing to teach me, you can just answer after hearing it. Naturally, I could also understand if senior martial brother would rather keep some secrets to himself.”
Qu Yijun’s expression turned even darker but his whole body hurt so he didn’t dare to talk back. Who knew what this madman would do if he tried?
Shen Lei smoothed out his sleeves in an unhurried manner and secured his sword at his side. “I heard that senior martial brother Qu was able to gain the affection of Elder Baili’s third disciple, Luo Lin. Might I ask how senior martial brother was able to do so?”
Qu Yijun almost coughed up blood. So he had been beaten up because of a beauty?! He never should’ve tried to lure that Luo Lin into his bed! He gritted his teeth and glared at Shen Lei. Hmph, acquiring information from him after trampling on his dignity? He’d be damned if he told this brat a single thing! No, he’d use this opportunity to teach him a lesson if he already presented it to him.
Qu Yijun grimaced and fought himself up on his elbows so he wouldn’t make too bad of an impression. “Why are you asking me, junior martial brother Shen? Isn’t there somebody who can answer that question much better than me?”
“Oh?” Shen Lei frowned. How come there was somebody else? Wasn’t this the guy that had won the fairy’s heart?
“Mn. You should go and ask Sect Master Zhang’s second disciple, Qiao An.”
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The fairy slowly strolled past the hill, prompting the disciples to continue looking. Blood tinted the snow to their feet red and stained their otherwise pristine robes. They didn’t care. That was a beauty! Never mind that their Teng Yong Sect also had female disciples, what did gender matter in the face of beauty? It wasn’t forbidden just to look, was it?!
Shen Lei lowered his sword and stepped closer to his opponent, heavily putting a hand on his shoulder. “Ah Rong, who’s he?”
Lian Rong was startled out of his reverie and looked at his senior martial brother with a miffed expression. “First senior martial brother! How can you do this to me? How often do we get to see a beauty around here? Let me look a moment longer!”
Shen Lei patted his shoulder with a bit too much force, making his junior martial brother wince. Continue reading
It was in the middle of the winter, snow covered the ground and softened the sounds of the disciples that had gotten up early to train. The younger ones were huddled in three layers of clothes, enviously looking at their senior martial brothers who had already reached a level where they didn’t need to worry about the cold anymore and could go about their lives as usual.
Ah, just look at them! How they elegantly fought in their white robes, their movements blurring in front of the sparkling backdrop. While they, on the other hand, already felt that moving around was too troublesome. Continue reading
Yun Bei Fen didn’t miss out on any of the other fights Mei Chao Bing fought. In fact, he didn’t even miss out on the breaks that were being taken between the fights. Every time Mei Chao Bing stepped down from the stage, Zhi Guan would somehow appear, pick Yun Bei Fen up and carry him to where the disciples waited for the next round. With this treatment, Yun Bei Fen could observe what Mei Chao Bing did in the competition almost every second up until the last round in the following week.
Finally, a wide stage rose in the middle of the venue for the competition one last time. All the disciples of the Teng Yong Sect, as well as the guests, gathered around the stage. As for the competitors for this round … The first to jump up onto the stage was none other than Mei Chao Bing. Continue reading
This time Yun Bei Fen didn’t run into any of his senior martial brothers. Unfortunately, he didn’t find Mei Chao Bing either. He stopped in the middle of the venue and sighed. Had he really lost senior martial brother Mei? Ah, how could this have happened? Everything had been going so well before … What a pity!
Yun Bei Fen lowered his head and sniffled. He had wanted to see all of his senior martial brother’s fights. Now he had only seen the first one and missed all the others. This was so unfair! And only because he was so small that he wasn’t able to find senior martial brother Mei in the crowd! He should have made sure to grow some more before this competition! Continue reading
Yun Bei Fen didn’t understand the tumult around him but he didn’t care too much either. It seemed his third senior martial brother had managed to win with his secret technique. Their Master should be very happy! In that case …
Yun Bei Fen turned around and continued onward to find Mei Chao Bing. He didn’t want to miss out on his other fights. No, his Master had said he should watch all of them so it was important to find him fast!
Yun Bei Fen weaved around between the spectating disciples and glanced up at all the stages to see if his senior martial brother Mei was already on there. Finally, he found himself in front of a stage where somebody was fighting that he knew very well. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Mei Chao Bing either.
Yun Bei Fen’s expression fell but since the person up there was his second senior martial brother, he stopped for a moment and watched.
Right now, Yan Hong Min was jumping around a cultivator in a red robe, trying to stick a paper talisman onto his back. Unfortunately, that cultivator wasn’t any slower than him. He whirled around, his sword cut through the air and almost cut Yan Hong Min’s shoulder.