Chapter 47: You’re Ridiculous

Chapter 47: You're Ridiculous

Hearing this, Shen Lian looked at Yan Huaixuan like he'd just heard a joke. "Yan Huaixuan, doesn't it make you sick to ask me that?"

A flicker of confusion crossed Yan Huaixuan's cold, clear eyes. "Why?"

Shen Lian's nails dug deep into his palms. "No one in the world knows more about feelings than you do!"

Yan Huaixuan actually had the nerve to ask him what feelings were.

Hadn't Yan Huaixuan led him around by the nose?

Hadn't Yan Huaixuan watched him suffer, watched him fall for his sweet talk like an idiot?

And now he had the nerve to ask about feelings.

Shen Lian shoved Yan Huaixuan away.

His arms suddenly empty, Yan Huaixuan instinctively reached out, as if to pull Shen Lian back, but could only watch as Shen Lian's clothes slipped through his fingers.

Shen Lian said—

No one in the world knew more about feelings than him.

A flicker of confusion crossed Yan Huaixuan's eyes.

But before he could dwell on it, Shen Lian suddenly let out a sharp, muffled groan.

Yan Huaixuan's brain hadn't even caught up before his body moved on its own. "What's wrong?"

"Stay away!" Shen Lian bit his lip, clutching his clothes. He'd actually noticed something was wrong earlier.

His body felt like it was on fire, a tingling numbness seeping into his very bones.

It felt kind of like...

It seemed to have started when he touched a certain flower.

A realization hit Shen Lian. He quickly dug through the pile of herbs he'd gathered and found a flower. It bloomed like a blazing flame, called Yuzhu, a spirit plant used to refine the Bone-Reviving Pill.

The next second, the Yuzhu flower was snatched from his hand.

Shen Lian looked at Yan Huaixuan, trying to suppress the heat surging inside him. "What are you doing?"

Yan Huaixuan made a hand seal, trapping the Yuzhu flower in a transparent barrier. After a moment of silence, he said, "This flower isn't just for refining pills—it has another effect..."

He glanced at Shen Lian, his thin lips pressed into a tight line.

He didn't say it, but Shen Lian could guess. His mind was foggy, his whole body burning up, and his consciousness was starting to blur.

Shen Lian bit the tip of his tongue hard and recited a calming mantra, barely managing to hold it back.

He cursed inwardly. What kind of cultivation novel was this? This was straight-up melodrama.

The cliché of getting chased and stumbling into an aphrodisiac flower—of course it happened to him.

But Shen Lian quickly realized that even biting his tongue wouldn't last long.

He could only dig his nails into his palms, using the pain to keep himself conscious.

Yan Huaixuan suddenly spoke up. "The more you fight it, the stronger the flower's poison gets. You have to go with your instincts to ease it."

"So I have to go find someone to sleep with?" Shen Lian said bluntly.

The fingers hidden in Yan Huaixuan's sleeve twitched, but his face stayed calm. "I'm not trying to take advantage of you, but..."

Before he could finish, Shen Lian had already started undoing his clothes.

Yan Huaixuan froze. Shen Lian moved so fast he didn't have time to react, catching a glimpse of the young man's pale, smooth skin.

Ling Yun looked totally confused. Why had he just been thrown into the spatial realm?

Yan Huaixuan looked away, but his Adam's apple bobbed. After a long pause, he said in a hoarse voice, "Are you sure?"

Shen Lian gave him a weird look. "Sure about what?"

Yan Huaixuan paused. Something about Shen Lian's words felt off. He turned back and saw the young man leaning against a rock, one pale hand stroking his own chest.

Yan Huaixuan's eyes suddenly burned.

Shen Lian noticed him looking and didn't look away. Instead, he let out a cold laugh. "Afraid of dirtying your eyes? Then get the hell out."

A thought crossed Shen Lian's mind, and he suddenly smiled. "Though I guess the Immortal Master is easily shocked."

"Back then, when I was touching myself alone in bed, wasn't the Immortal Master standing right by the bed like this?"

Watching from above as he sank into the illusion, pitifully thinking he was wrapped up with Yan Huaixuan, living like immortal lovers.

Shen Lian's eyes burned with undisguised hatred—so thick, like a flame that could swallow Yan Huaixuan whole.

When he finished, Shen Lian saw Yan Huaixuan still standing there.

Not saying a word, as still as an iceberg.

Shen Lian couldn't be bothered with him. He just wanted to deal with the situation quickly. As for Yan Huaixuan, it wasn't like he hadn't seen him like this before.

In a haze, Shen Lian thought he heard footsteps.

He lazily raised his eyes and saw that white figure walk out of the cave, standing with his back to him.

Shen Lian curled his lips into a mocking smile.

Such a hypocrite.

But Shen Lian hadn't expected the flower to be this strong.

He didn't know how long it had been, but the burning heat still wouldn't go away.

His brows furrowed, irritation flashing in his eyes. He looked around the cave and finally stared blankly at a broken branch.

Yan Huaixuan suddenly heard a muffled groan. He'd planned to ignore it at first.

Until he smelled blood.

Frowning, Yan Huaixuan opened his eyes and turned. The young man's face was still flushed, clearly no relief, his eyes bloodshot.

The young man held a branch in his pale fingers, blood trickling from his wrist.

Shen Lian had grabbed the branch too roughly, so it accidentally cut his hand.

Yan Huaixuan instantly understood what Shen Lian intended to do.

A subtle change crossed his face.

Just as Shen Lian was about to move, his hand was seized the next moment.

He looked up and saw it was Yan Huaixuan.

Shen Lian immediately said, "Get away from me."

But Yan Huaixuan held his hand firmly and said in a low voice, "What are you trying to do?"

Shen Lian laughed, "Isn't that obvious? I'm ridding myself of the poison."

Yan Huaixuan stared into Shen Lian's eyes with a dark expression, "That branch is too rough."

"That's none of your concern," Shen Lian tried to shake him off.

But unexpectedly, a hand suddenly encircled his waist, and he was suddenly seated fully in Yan Huaixuan's lap.

Yan Huaixuan held him from behind, his build a full size larger than Shen Lian's, so he practically swallowed Shen Lian up in his arms.

His broad chest pressed against Shen Lian's back, leaving Shen Lian entirely enclosed within Yan Huaixuan's embrace.

Shen Lian's eyes narrowed, "Yan Huaixuan!"

His hands were caught by Yan Huaixuan and pinned above his head; with a single hand, Yan Huaixuan easily restrained both his wrists.

Because of this position, Shen Lian was forced to thrust his chest out.

Shen Lian clenched his teeth, "Are you insane?"

The man's voice sounded from behind him, still cool and detached, "I can take care of it for you."

Shen Lian was stunned for a moment, instinctively assuming Yan Huaixuan meant it that way.

But then he quickly realized—how could Yan Huaixuan ever do that?

He was really letting his thoughts run away with him.

Shen Lian sneered, "Fine then, I'll trouble the Immortal Master."

What Shen Lian didn't know was that Yan Huaixuan was also gazing at his back—the young man's jet-black hair cascaded down, trailing and pooling in his embrace.