Chapter 131 Extra 2

Chapter 131: Extra 2

Mo Xingchen had just finished tidying the room, which had been left in disarray by their fight, when, to his surprise, Meng Changqing returned. His entire demeanor had shifted; no longer was he the one forced to compromise, but rather, he exuded an air of absolute triumph.

In his hand, he now held a whip.

Mo Xingchen cast an extra glance at the whip. "Why has Eldest Brother returned?"

If the other intended to lose his mind again, Mo Xingchen would not let him off the hook simply because they had slept together. As a demon, he possessed little patience, and his tone was noticeably colder as he spoke.

Meng Changqing snorted derisively, scrutinizing Mo Xingchen from head to toe. *Who would have thought—he's actually a demon! For over two hundred years as fellow sect members, he managed to deceive everyone, even our master.*

Though he didn't know how Mo Xingchen had accomplished it, that was no longer important.

Mo Xingchen said, "If Eldest Brother has nothing to say, please leave."

Meng Changqing snapped the whip at him without warning. "Of course I have something to say."

Mo Xingchen sidestepped, catching the whip aimed at his face, a fierce look in his eyes. He exerted force, resisting Meng Changqing’s pull. "It seems Eldest Brother hasn’t learned his lesson. If you keep pushing me, don’t blame me for making this public."

This time, Meng Changqing burst into wild, cathartic laughter—a stark contrast to his usual refined demeanor. "Fine! Then I’ll also let everyone know you’re a demon. We’ll see who they trust—you, a demon, or me."

Shocked by the revelation, Mo Xingchen’s grip loosened momentarily, allowing Meng Changqing to yank him off-balance. In an instant, Meng Changqing seized him by the throat, squeezing so hard it felt as if his neck would snap. Mo Xingchen could already feel the searing pain in his Adam's apple.

Snapping back to his senses, Mo Xingchen threw a palm strike at Meng Changqing. "I have no idea what crazy talk you’re spouting."

Naturally, he wouldn’t admit to anything, but how did Meng Changqing find out? He immediately thought of that puppet—*was it him? No, it must be him!*

*That damned bastard!*

Meng Changqing tightened his grip on Mo Xingchen’s neck and slammed him hard into the ground. With his other hand, he blocked Mo Xingchen’s retaliatory strike, his entire being consumed by near madness. "You don’t know? Fine. I’ll take you to our master. Everything will become clear then."

Mo Xingchen slammed into the ground hard enough to crack the tiles. He swept his leg, tripping Meng Changqing, then sprang up and threw a punch. But Meng Changqing raised the whip with both hands, coiling it around Mo Xingchen’s wrist.

Two pairs of furious eyes locked in a stare.

Meng Changqing sneered, "Why so panicked?"

He laughed, then kneed Mo Xingchen hard in the stomach. Neither dared to use their true powers, afraid their secrets would be exposed. After centuries of cultivation, they now resorted to the most primal physical fighting, tumbling on the ground, scrambling back up, exchanging blows—each punch and kick meant to take the other’s life. Soon, their clothes were disheveled, their hair a mess, and both were bruised and cut.

Mo Xingchen wiped the blood from his nose, dropping the pretense. "I will kill you today!"

Meng Changqing spat blood, tightening his grip on the whip wrapped around Mo Xingchen’s wrist. "I won’t kill you."

Mo Xingchen frowned, having expected the other to seek his death.

Meng Changqing infused the whip with spiritual energy. "I will repay what you did to me tenfold, a hundredfold!"

Graphic, indecent images flashed through Mo Xingchen’s mind—what he had done while Meng Changqing was drunk and unconscious. *Repay him? What did that mean?*

It took him a moment to grasp Meng Changqing’s meaning.

*He actually wants to sleep with me.*

He almost laughed at the absurdity, but before he could retort, the spiritual energy in the whip binding him surged. By the time he realized and tried to resist, it was too late.

His meridians were blocked, his spiritual power locked. Now, he was nothing more than an ordinary human. Panic and fear flashed across Mo Xingchen’s face. With a tug of the whip, Meng Changqing effortlessly yanked him forward.

The moment the whip loosened, Mo Xingchen crumpled to the ground.

He lifted his head urgently. "You wouldn’t dare— I’ll—"

Meng Changqing cut him off with a lash of the whip. Mo Xingchen gasped in pain, his head dropping back down as his back split open, flesh torn.

"What wouldn’t I dare?"

Meng Changqing struck again, venting all his hatred.

As Mo Xingchen tried to lift his head again, Meng Changqing stomped on his head, glaring down coldly at him—sweat-drenched, pale, and shaking. "Junior brother, I will make sure you remember this keenly!"

Clothes were torn to shreds.

Struggling in vain, Mo Xingchen was dragged into the inner room.

——

On the other side

Liu Feiyun, crying, went to find Yu Hong. "Junior brother... everyone bullies me."

Yu Hong, who was watering flowers, wasn’t surprised by his arrival—only that he had come so quickly. Before he could push him away, Liu Feiyun had already hugged him.

"If you have something to say, say it. Why must Eldest Brother always be so touchy?"

Yu Hong shrugged his shoulders.

Liu Feiyun wept. "Even our master has been deceived by him. That puppet uses dirty tricks—I’m no match for him, boo hoo..."

Yu Hong shook his shoulders again in disgust. "Don’t dirty my clothes."

Hearing this, Liu Feiyun quickly wiped away the tears about to drip onto Yu Hong’s robes.

"It’s fine, I bought you lots of clothes, junior brother."

As he spoke, he took out garments from his storage ring, piling them high on the table until the stack towered over both of them.

It looked like enough to last Yu Hong a lifetime.

Yu Hong stared blankly at the clothes, then at Liu Feiyun, who was wiping his tears, sniffling, and grinning foolishly at him.

He averted his gaze.

*What an idiot.*

He put away the clothes, and the two sat down. Liu Feiyun sighed. "Eldest Brother and I... it’s probably impossible now."

Yu Hong snorted. *As if it had ever been possible.*

Lately, he had been staying quietly in his residence, thinking a lot. Perhaps his feelings for Eldest Brother weren’t normal love—it was too complicated. It was more like an unloved, abandoned child desperate for parental attention.

Then discovering that his parents had a better child, one they gave all their love to.

So he grew jealous.

But he wasn’t actually a pitiful child in such a situation—he was a puppet who didn’t need food, drink, or care to survive. Now, he even had cultivation and was a disciple of a renowned sect.

For a puppet, he had already achieved much.

"The most painful thing in this world is longing for what you cannot have," Yu Hong said, lifting his teacup. He understood his emotions now. No longer placing himself in an inferior position, he had been reborn.

Liu Feiyun mulled over what he said.

"Junior brother, I've been feeling down lately. Can I stay with you?"

"No, go back to your own place."

Liu Feiyun hugged him tightly, whining playfully. "I can water your flowers, do chores, practice with you, even massage your legs and back. Please let me stay."

Yu Hong looked at him. "Why are you always clinging to me?"

The question stumped Liu Feiyun. Ever since that day when the two of them examined junior brother, he had felt both heartache and a restless urge after seeing junior brother in that state.

After that, he started to find junior brother smelled nice, good-looking, and his voice was pleasant.

He went down the mountain intending to assassinate that puppet but ended up doing nothing and instead bought a bunch of things for junior brother.

He was still pondering the question when Yu Hong shooed him away.

Yu Hong: "Come find me again when you've figured it out."

—

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Mo Xingchen appeared at Meng Changqing's residence, wafting the smoke from his hand inward. Within moments, a "thud" was heard.

He snorted and went inside.

There, he found Meng Changqing collapsed on the ground. He grabbed him and pulled him up.

Then he began to remove his own clothes. The whip marks on his back hadn't healed yet—he had deliberately avoided using good medicine, wanting to remember this lesson.

Meng Changqing was shaken awake. When he opened his eyes and saw Mo Xingchen's face, his eyes widened in shock.

Mo Xingchen: "You're awake?"

He thrust hard.

Meng Changqing frowned. *This damn bastard.* He tried to summon his spiritual power but found it blocked.

Mo Xingchen: "You should thank me for not whipping you."

After saying this, he raised an eyebrow. "Wait, no—I *am* whipping you right now."

He laughed maniacally.

Meng Changqing landed a solid slap across his face. The blow was solid, surprising both of them. As cultivators, they were used to other forms of combat—this kind of slap was unexpected.

Mo Xingchen pressed his cheek, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "I'm going to *fuck* you today."

Three days later

Mo Xingchen was cultivating when suddenly his entire body went paralyzed. Meng Changqing walked out, holding a magic tool.

He immediately knocked Mo Xingchen down with a kick and then stepped on his chest.

This time, he didn't even bother dragging him into the room.

But since each of them had their own mountain peak, there was no worry about being seen.

Mo Xingchen had been gathering spiritual power for a long time and barely managed to regain some freedom of movement.

He couldn't fight Meng Changqing off today—he had to take it. But he still wanted to gross out and annoy Meng Changqing.

Taking advantage of Meng Changqing's momentary inattention, he grabbed his head and crushed their lips together.

Meng Changqing's eyes widened, and he tried to push him away. Instead, Mo Xingchen bit his tongue, drawing blood. Enraged, Meng Changqing no longer pushed him away but returned the kiss with equal ferocity.

The taste of blood filled both their mouths.

—

Liu Feiyun appeared at Yu Hong's place.

"Junior brother, I've figured it out."

Yu Hong looked at him. It had been so long—he thought Liu Feiyun wouldn't come. "Figured what out?"

Liu Feiyun gazed at him seriously. "I have feelings for you."

Yu Hong pursed his lips.

Liu Feiyun hurriedly added, "But I won’t ask you to promise me anything right away, or force anything. After all, I chased after Eldest Brother for so long."

He looked at Yu Hong. "I just hope you’ll give me a chance to court you, to treat you well."

Yu Hong looked at his dopey look. "But I have nothing."

Liu Feiyun blinked, taking a moment to understand what he meant, then broke into a bright smile. "What does that matter? I like you. Those things are just bonuses, not necessities. For me, just getting to kiss you would be enough."

Yu Hong's lips curled upward. "You've got a smooth tongue."

Liu Feiyun stepped forward, tucking a strand of hair blown by the wind behind Yu Hong's ear. "I'm not just saying empty words—I mean every word."

For the first time, Yu Hong felt that this senior brother of his was actually quite handsome. He lowered his head shyly. "Then I’ll have to put you through your paces."

Liu Feiyun: "Of course. I'm ready for whatever you throw at me."

"What if I test you for a few hundred years?"

"Then that means we’ll have been together for a few hundred years. That’s a good thing."

Yu Hong: *Has this fool been learning how to sweet-talk lately?*

A sweet vibe hung between them.

—

One day, the four martial brothers gathered together after a long time. The two younger ones exchanged flirtatious glances and whispered to each other.

The two older ones—one clenched his fists, the other gritted his teeth—exchanged looks that could kill.

Meanwhile, Chen Zui and Wang Qianjiao ventured out once again to explore the vast world.