Chapter 93: Into a Martial Arts Novel, Day 15

Chapter 93: The Fifteenth Day of Transmigrating into a Wuxia Novel

An Yi slowly withdrew his hand, and the chill in the cave gradually dissipated. He relit the fire, and the flames resumed their normal dance.

As if he had merely done something trivial, he picked up his water flask, took another sip, and said calmly, "All set."

He glanced at the two of them and couldn't help but smile. "You two should come warm yourselves by the fire. And don't forget to put your clothes back on."

Comments section:

"Huh????"

"Is this for real?"

"Did An Yi wander into the wrong genre? He should be in a xianxia novel!"

"This is wuxia! You're in the wrong genre!"

"It's totally normal! It's just releasing internal force outward! (smile) (shrug)"

"Releasing it like that? (question mark)"

"He's turning into a fridge! (scream)"

"Nonsense, a fridge can't cool as well as he can. (smile)"

"Does this even make sense?"

"Totally reasonable! (cheerful laugh)"

"Haha, I'd be mad if An Yi were only slightly stronger than the male lead—how is this still a male lead power fantasy? But since An Yi is so much stronger, I'm not mad anymore..."

"Is An Yi really the male lead's love interest? Then the male lead must be pretty impressive. Guess it really is a male lead power fantasy."

"...You guys... you have a point. A man should rise to meet another man!"

"Can the male lead handle him?"

"How do you know the male lead is the one on top? (dog face) (rose)"

"???? What kind of terrifying thing is the comment above saying? I draw the line! (crying) (crying)"

"..."

An Yi: ...

Ling Fengyao finally found his voice, his throat a little dry. "Ayi... you..."

He wanted to ask what kind of martial art that was, but didn't know how to begin.

He found he knew way too little about this seemingly gentle, harmless companion.

Every time he thought he'd gotten a mere glimpse of the iceberg, the other party would reveal a deeper, more staggering side.

Yan Yu took a deep breath, sheathed his sword, stepped up to An Yi, and gave a solemn fist-and-palm bow. His tone was full of sincere admiration and gratitude: "A divine technique like this... I've never even heard of it. I'm in utter awe!"

He looked at An Yi's face, which seemed even more handsome and otherworldly in the firelight, and felt his heart pound like a drum, a rush of warmth flooding his body. All he wanted was to get closer to him and know more about him.

An Yi nodded slightly in acknowledgment. "It's nothing. Come warm yourselves by the fire."

After this incident, the atmosphere in the cave became somewhat awkward.

Ling Fengyao no longer acted as carefree and joking as before. The look in his eyes when he watched An Yi held a deeper, more complicated emotion.

He kept sneaking glances at An Yi, his heart feeling as if a cat were scratching it—itchy and tingly, with an indescribable restlessness.

Especially when he saw that Yan Yu, as if bewitched, was practically glued to An Yi's side, asking questions with admiration, he felt even more suffocated with jealousy and couldn't help but interrupt, or deliberately provoke, to divert Yan Yu's attention.

"Brother Yan, your Skyward Sect's swordsmanship emphasizes a righteous heart and pure intent. If you keep staring at Ayi, you might destabilize your sword heart," Ling Fengyao said casually while chewing on jerky.

Yan Yu's face flushed, and he awkwardly looked away, saying seriously, "Brother Ling is joking. Brother An's martial arts are profound and his insights unique. I just admire him and wish to learn from him."

Then he couldn't help sneaking another peek at An Yi.

Ling Fengyao snorted inwardly. Admiration? Alright, but why you gotta sit so close?

It's probably not that simple, is it?!

He turned to look at An Yi, only to see the latter poking at a dead branch with downcast eyes, subtly putting some distance between himself and Yan Yu.

That eased his mood a bit.

Right... earlier, that kid Yan Yu had asked him if he and An Yi were *like that*. Could it be that Yan Yu was... into dudes?!

He jerked his head up and stared hard at Yan Yu and An Yi talking.

Ling Fengyao felt a gnawing frustration.

He realized he was getting more and more worked up over An Yi's reactions, about the way Yan Yu looked at An Yi, about who An Yi said an extra word to.

The unfamiliar intensity of this feeling left him at a loss.

He was used to being in control, handling everything with ease, but when it came to this young man in front of him, he felt like he couldn't figure him out.

An Yi caught his gaze and thought: ...

No freakin' way?!

He was all too familiar with this feeling!!

He had thought this guy was just a straight‑as‑an‑arrow dude, despite his flirtatious talk. There had been no substantial moves, and his physical contact with An Yi had been open and straightforward, with zero gay vibes?!

How could he suddenly turn gay?

Was he some kind of gay attractor?

The comments section in his ear practically screamed:

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"What the heck? The male lead's inner monologue... (horrified)"

"Haha!"

"He really is gay~"

"Great, it's gay. My suspended heart finally kicked the bucket!"

"Great, great! A BL novel on the male channel! Everyone, come check it out!"

"I have only one thing to say: the author is a piece of sh*t!!"

"￥%#&+……￥*（%￥）!!!"

"What did the person upstairs say? Even the asterisks can't be decoded!"

"The author is being blocked!!"

"..."

An Yi: ...

How interesting.

At night, the rain gradually stopped.

Ling Fengyao volunteered to keep watch, letting An Yi and Yan Yu rest.

The campfire crackled, illuminating Yan Yu, already asleep, with a face that was both childlike and handsome, and An Yi, who was leaning against a rock wall nearby, eyes closed in meditation.

An Yi's breathing was long and steady, his long eyelashes casting faint shadows under his eyes. His features were soft and unbelievably beautiful in the firelight, making it completely impossible to associate him with the formidable image of him freezing the ant tide with a wave of his hand earlier that day.

Looking at his sleeping face, Ling Fengyao unconsciously felt his restlessness and frustration fade away, replaced by an even more subtle and inexpressible emotion.

His thoughts drifted, couldn't help but analyze the cause of his unusual behavior.

Why did he feel displeased seeing Yan Yu approach An Yi? Why did he always want to attract An Yi's attention, even by clowning around?

Why did he feel both shocked by An Yi's unfathomable strength and also a strange, almost proud sense of sharing in his glory?

Why... did his gaze always unconsciously follow him? Seeing him calm and composed made him want to tease him; seeing him display his strength made his heart race.

These emotions, unfamiliar and turbulent, were like a tangled knot stuck in his chest.

Ling Fengyao was not naive in such matters. Growing up in the martial world, he was familiar with matters of the heart.

Even if he hadn't eaten pork himself, he had seen pigs running.

But he had never imagined that one day, he would develop such strong and complicated feelings for... a man.

Could it be...

A vague and startling thought flashed through his mind like lightning, making him freeze instantly, his heart pounding like a drum.

Could it be... that I'm...

He suddenly ran his hand through his hair and tilted his head back to take a large gulp of wine.

The strong liquor burned as it went down, spreading all the way to his stomach, but it did nothing to quell the tangled knot in his heart or the secretly developing flutter he had been trying to ignore.

He stole another glance at An Yi.

That person was still quietly meditating with his eyes closed, as if nothing in the world could disturb him.

Ling Fengyao watched, and gradually became lost in thought.

Ling Fengyao: ...

He suddenly clapped his hands. Great, so I'm also gay!!