Chapter 105 Day 27 of Transmigrating into a Wuxia Novel

Chapter 105: The Twenty-Seventh Day of Transmigrating into a Wuxia Novel

And in the midst of this chaos, Ling Fengya acted as if the blades pointed at them were invisible.

Not only did he show no sign of tension, but he even took half a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with An Yi in a perfectly natural manner. He even leaned his body slightly toward An Yi, his posture intimate and protective.

A lazy smirk returned to his face, and his peach blossom eyes swept over the encircling crowd with a hint of lazy provocation.

“Ling Fengya?!”

Someone in the righteous camp recognized him, cried out in shock: “How can it be you?! Why are you consorting with this demon?”

The speaker was an elder of the Azure Cloud Sect, clearly familiar with Ling Fengya, his tone filled with shock and confusion.

Ling Fengya had a peculiar reputation in the martial world—neither wholly righteous nor evil. He was highly skilled, did as he pleased, and had crossed paths with many righteous people, but no one had ever heard of him being involved with a demonic sect.

Just as Ling Fengya was about to speak, the underling from the Fuyi Sect, who had recognized An Yi earlier, had a stroke of inspiration. Whether to redeem himself or simply to anger the righteous, he recalled that the sect had indeed received scattered news about the Young Master being intimate with a man and traveling together. Combined with the Young Master’s notorious reputation for “forcibly seizing men,” the underling thought he’d found the perfect chance to strike at the righteous camp’s morale.

He bellowed at the top of his lungs, his voice shrill and piercing, drowning out the noise around him:

“Hey! You hypocrites, listen up! Open your damn dog eyes and take a good look! That’s no ordinary man! He’s our Young Master’s newly acquired—boy toy!”

The words “boy toy” rang out, sharp and unmistakable, through the suddenly deathly silent valley.

An Yi: ...

In an instant, dead silence fell.

Everyone’s expression froze.

The righteous were utterly stunned, flabbergasted, and incredulous—then an even greater uproar erupted!

Ling Fengya, that young martial arts expert, free-spirited and unrestrained, was actually the demon sect young master’s... boy toy?! That was more absurd than hearing the demon sect leader had become a Buddhist monk!

Even the Fuyi Sect members were momentarily stunned, but soon many of them joined in with jeers and vulgar laughter, feeling they had totally humiliated the righteous.

Yan Yu jerked his head up, his face pale, his eyes filled with shock and hurt. He started to protest without thinking: “Nonsense! Brother An would never...”

But his voice was drowned out by the laughter.

Because Ling Fengya laughed.

Far from being insulted, he burst into a clear, delighted laugh that echoed across the crowd, silencing everyone.

Under everyone’s disbelieving stares, he deliberately moved even closer to An Yi, almost leaning against him.

Then he lifted his chin, his peach blossom eyes curving into crescent moons, sparkling with a mix of slyness, triumph, and utter sincerity. His voice rang out clearly across the field:

“That’s right! Absolutely correct!”

He paused, his gaze sweeping the crowd before finally resting on An Yi’s side profile beside him. His tone brimmed with unashamed, almost possessive intimacy and pride:

“I, Ling Fengya, am A Yi’s man.”

“What of it?”

In that moment, the world went silent except for the wind.

Everyone was completely floored by this earth-shattering admission.

And what made their jaws drop even further was that the ever-stoic demon sect young master, An Yi, who had seemed completely detached from the situation, upon hearing Ling Fengya’s bombshell declaration, actually...

The faintest trace of a smile appeared on his lips.

That smile was faint, like a sliver of light as snow starts to melt. It bloomed across his exceptionally handsome, almost dangerously beautiful face, hitting them harder than Ling Fengya’s words.

He turned his head, his cool gaze resting on Ling Fengya’s triumphant smile. In the depths of his eyes, the faintest ripple passed. “Indeed, it is.”

When Ling Fengya heard An Yi say those words, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Amid the countless blades and enemies, everything else faded away. All he could see was that person’s faint smile.

This was... so perfect.

Comment section:

“Oh, they’re together. (with indifference)”

“He actually gets to be An Yi’s boy toy? Some honor!”

“My eyes! My eyes!”

“I’m going to @ my straight male friends to come see this!”

“You really have a plan? Is this what friendship is?”

“I’m going to do that too!”

“The male lead really has no principles. Does he just go with any guy because An Yi is good-looking?” (sweating emoji)

“Isn’t being good-looking enough?”

“Bro, just think about An Yi’s face and his skills. Isn’t he perfect for being pressed underneath, his eyes turning red at the corners, breathing softly? Isn’t that amazing?”

“Damn, just thinking about it makes me...”

“(hot)(hot)(hot)(hot)(tongue)(tongue)(tongue)(lips)”

“I have sinned against An Yi.”

“Nice”

“It’s only human nature... no wait!”

“It’s not common! It defies the heavens!”

“You guys are messed up!”

“How do you know An Yi is the one on bottom?”

“As I said before, this is our straight male bottom line!! (sobbing)(sobbing)”

“An Yi is not only good-looking, he’s also strong. From now on, the male lead can be a kept man!”

“Great! He gets to be a kept man! We are saved! (surprised)(star-struck)”

“......”

An Yi: ...

I'm so speechless.

The echoes of Ling Fengyao's earth-shattering declaration had yet to fade, and the entire valley remained frozen in a deathly, pin-drop silence.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring dumbfounded at the pair, trying to process a revelation that completely upended their worldview.

And Ling Fengyao, clearly, felt this was not enough.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes mixed with shock, disgust, contempt, and curiosity, the light in his almond-shaped eyes blazed even brighter, exuding a reckless, almost manic pride and arrogance.

He turned his head and gazed deeply into An Yi's still-calm eyes, which had just flickered with a faint trace of disturbance at his earlier words.

The next moment, he pulled a stunt that made everyone's eyes nearly pop out of their heads—

He abruptly opened his arms and, in full view of the crowd, pulled the cold, jade-white-robed young master into a tight embrace!

The gesture was forceful and brooked no argument, dripping with possessive dominance.

And that was not all.

Just as An Yi seemed momentarily startled but did not immediately push him away, Ling Fengyao lowered his head with lightning speed and precisely captured those pale lips that always spoke so indifferently—

A solid, smacking kiss landed square on An Yi's lips.

"Smack!"

In that moment, time itself seemed to freeze solid.