Chapter 166 Day 30 of Transmigrating into an Imperial Examination Novel

Chapter 166: The Thirtieth Day of Entering the Imperial Examination Story

Over the past few days, Qin Cang had gone to work as usual.

Returning from duty in the evening, he stepped into the small courtyard and saw An Yi sitting under the old plum tree, reading a scroll by the fading daylight, his profile serene and beautiful as a painting.

Qin Cang's heart involuntarily skipped a beat. He walked over and stood beside An Yi: "Master, I heard some news at the camp today."

He paused: "The Minister of Personnel's residence is pulling out all the stops to search for his eldest son. It's causing quite a stir. Neither alive nor dead—it's as if he vanished into thin air."

He continued: "They've also investigated the study, questioned the scholars from a couple of days ago, and secretly inquired among the neighbors... but found nothing."

Upon hearing this, An Yi didn't even lift his eyelids. He casually turned a page and replied with a faint "Mm," acknowledging it.

He didn't care.

Seeing his indifferent demeanor, the faint worry in Qin Cang's heart over the official investigation instantly vanished.

True, with the master's unfathomable methods, since he dared to act, he must have been confident he'd leave no trace.

It seemed the master wasn't afraid of monks or Taoists either.

As night deepened, the small courtyard was shrouded in darkness, with only faint light spilling from the study and the side room.

In his room, Qin Cang finished washing up and picked up a clean inner robe draped over the screen. Just as he was about to put it on, he suddenly froze.

An uncontrollable thought flashed through his mind.

Shocked by the earlier events and the ensuing conversation, he had forgotten to dwell on it. But after returning, he had secretly pored over many strange tales of demons and spirits.

Those books all said that demons and ghosts, regardless of their magical powers, mostly needed to absorb human yang energy to maintain their form or enhance their cultivation...

What about the master...?

Once this thought took root, it couldn't be suppressed.

He looked down at his own chest and arms—muscle-defined, exuding vigorous strength—and a bold, even absurd plan quickly formed in his mind.

Could he...?

The tips of Qin Cang's ears grew hot, and his Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed.

He took a deep breath, then slowly put the soft cotton inner robe back in its place.

Bare-chested and wearing only thin trousers, he opened the door.

The cool evening breeze brushed against his exposed skin, sending slight shivers through him, but an even fiercer fire burned within him.

He walked to An Yi's door, paused for a moment, then raised his hand and knocked softly.

The door creaked open from inside.

An Yi, who also seemed ready to rest, stood in plain white sleepwear, his long hair loose and casually draped over his shoulders, making his face look even more jade-like and his eyes like onyx.

When he saw who stood outside, even with his composure, he was momentarily taken aback.

Qin Cang stood straight at the door, naked from the waist up.

The dim lamplight outlined his smooth, powerful musculature—broad shoulders, firm pectorals, sharply defined abs, every inch of skin a healthy wheat color.

He seemed still carrying the moisture of his recent bath. A few drops of water, not yet dried, trailed slowly down the grooves of his taut muscles, winding their way until they disappeared into the waistband of his slightly taut trousers, leaving a small, ambiguous dark patch.

On his left side was a faded but still prominent old scar. Far from detracting from the beauty of his body, it added a wild, intriguing sensuality.

An Yi: "..."

What is this?

A seduction attempt?

He calmly scanned Qin Cang's body and gave a detached assessment: Well, indeed... very nice to look at.

Full of a raw, vibrant vitality.

Qin Cang, feeling An Yi's clear gaze on him, unconsciously tensed his muscles even more, making the lines sharper.

His Adam's apple bobbed again. His cheeks felt hot, and he forced himself to find something to say: "M-master... what would you like for breakfast tomorrow?"

His voice was even lower and huskier than usual.

An Yi watched him—so clearly nervous yet trying so hard to maintain his composure—and finally couldn't help curling his lips into a teasing smile.

He leaned against the doorframe, taking his time, his gaze deliberately wandering over Qin Cang's taut chest and abdomen, then said slowly, "Anything will do."

He wanted to see how long Qin Cang would hold this pose.

He paused, then chuckled: "Muscles clenched so tight—aren't you tired?"

Qin Cang: "!!!"

He'd been caught!

His face instantly flushed crimson, even his neck and ears turning red. His eyes began to wander, unable to meet An Yi's, and he mumbled something evasive: "I'm n-not posing... it's just, after a bath, a bit hot..."

Seeing that An Yi still hadn't invited him inside, simply watching with a smile, his gaze seeming to see through his skin straight to his messy thoughts, Qin Cang steeled himself and finally mustered the courage to voice the absurd request that had been circling in his mind:

"Master..."

His voice dropped even lower: "Do you... want to absorb yang energy?"

As if to prove his 'value,' he deliberately puffed out his chest a little, showcasing his well-trained physique, and tried to sound reliable: "I... I have plenty of yang energy."

An Yi was first stunned, then, as if he'd heard something extremely amusing, he burst out laughing.

A cheerful, joyful laugh, clear and pleasant like pearls falling on a jade plate, made Qin Cang's ears burn.

He laughed until his eyes sparkled, his expression brilliant, adding vivid life to his already breathtaking features. Qin Cang was completely mesmerized, and his blush deepened, nearly steaming.

"Ha ha... cough..." An Yi laughed for a good while before finally stopping.

He reached out, his fingertips slightly cool, and gently touched Qin Cang's burning cheek. His eyes still held the remnants of laughter, and his tone carried an almost indulgent admiration:

"You... are so adorable."

Qin Cang's heart pounded wildly the moment An Yi's fingertips touched him, almost bursting out of his chest.

Adorable? He was not adorable at all!

Now his mind is filled with all sorts of blasphemous, chaotic thoughts, all because of the person right in front of him!

He suddenly lowered his head, closing the distance between himself and An Yi until their breaths mingled and he could clearly see his own reflection in the other's eyes.

His eyes, usually tinged with hostility, were now dominated by a thick, undisguised longing. His voice was hoarse, laced with temptation, as he pressed further:

"So, sir... will you suck my yang energy?"

The smile on An Yi's face gradually faded, but the glint in his eyes lingered.

He looked at Qin Cang's face, so close to his own, and without answering, he suddenly reached out, grabbed Qin Cang's muscular forearm, and yanked him into the room!

"Bang!"

The door closed behind Qin Cang, shutting out the night.

In the final moment before the door slammed shut, An Yi's voice could be heard clearly, tinged with exasperation yet laced with amusement:

"I'm not a demon. I don't suck yang energy."