BAAF Chapter 131 Extra

In the blink of an eye, ten years passed.

 

The Qinglin Sect Master had departed, and Fang Zhongqing’s temperament was unsuited for being a sect master, so he remained alone on Changyuan Peak.

 

Although he had grown up in Qinglin Sect and stayed for many years, he was quite unfamiliar with others in the sect, except for the new sect master, his junior brother Ling Yuan.

 

Ling Yuan was a strict person, but he greatly respected Fang Zhongqing, allowing him to stay on Changyuan Peak and indulging this senior brother in everything. However, this time, he had to disturb him as the sect was facing some trouble.

 

In fact, it wasn’t just Qinglin; other immortal sects were facing the same issue.

 

The Demon Realm Lord Xi Mo had perfected his cultivation technique, advancing beyond his Divine Transformation realm to a higher level, breaking the balance, and leading the demon realm forces to attack the cultivation world.

 

Once again, the immortal sects joined forces to resist the demon realm’s invasion.

 

Qinglin Sect also had to send representatives, but Ling Yuan was unfortunately injured, leaving Qinglin without leadership. So he went to Changyuan Peak to request Fang Zhongqing’s help, only to find him absent.

 

However, news soon arrived.

 

Fang Zhongqing and the Sword Sect Master Yu had appeared near the Blue Flame Boundary, intending to kill the Demon Lord.

 

Ling Yuan fell silent, then crumpled the communication talisman.

 

It was Yu Fusheng again. He had noticed before that as a sect master, Yu Fusheng frequently visited his senior brother at Qinglin Sect, and now he had quietly taken him away.

 

Ling Yuan increasingly felt that during the previous capture of the Demon Lord, Yu Fusheng’s absence might have been deliberate-waiting for the Demon Lord to defeat him so he could use this as an excuse to invite Senior Brother Fang to accompany him to the Blue Flame Boundary.

 

What Ling Yuan thought was actually quite close to the truth.

 

At the Blue Flame Boundary, with demon realm forces pressing at the border and disciples from various immortal sects arriving to provide support, a white-robed figure was pulled into the private courtyard of the Sword Sect Master in the night.

 

“I came to find the Demon Lord. Why did you bring me here?”

 

Fang Zhongqing, holding the black flute in one hand while the other was held by Yu Fusheng, now the sect master, stopped and asked.

 

He originally didn’t know about his junior brother being injured; it was Yu Fusheng who informed him via message. Since his master had instructed him to take care of his junior brother before leaving, Fang Zhongqing had accepted Yu Fusheng’s invitation to come to the Blue Flame Boundary to avenge his junior brother.

 

But upon arrival, Yu Fusheng was leading him to a room.

 

Yu Fusheng turned back: “It’s late now. Let’s rest for the night before searching for the Demon Lord.”

 

With the demon realm causing trouble, he had been busy with sect master duties and hadn’t seen Fang Zhongqing for months. Having finally coaxed him to come, he wasn’t even given time to catch up.

 

Yu Fusheng was helpless. Fang Zhongqing was still the same-resolute and single-minded. Having come to avenge his junior brother, that was all he thought about, seemingly not missing him at all.

 

Fang Zhongqing looked around, uncomfortable in the unfamiliar environment, only wanting to quickly deal with Xi Mo and return to Changyuan Peak: “No rest. I’ll go find the Demon Lord.”

 

Seeing this, Yu Fusheng could only say: “Alright, I’ll go with you.”

 

Fang Zhongqing’s expression relaxed slightly. Since his master’s departure, apart from his junior brother who occasionally visited Changyuan Peak, he was only close to Yu Fusheng. Now, in an unfamiliar environment, having him accompany would make him feel at ease for a long time.

 

“Let’s go,”

 

Fang Zhongqing took a few steps, then turned back and said, “By the way, what does the Demon Lord look like?”

 

Yu Fusheng laughed, taking out a painting from his storage pouch. Fang Zhongqing leaned in to look, seeing a coldly smiling man, tall and slender, with a jade pendant hanging at his waist.

 

Fang Zhongqing was startled, his long eyelashes lifting as his eyes widened slightly, pointing to the crescent-shaped jade pendant at the man’s waist.

 

“Mine.”

 

Yu Fusheng stared thoughtfully at the jade pendant. After a moment, with a slightly darkened expression, he rolled up the painting and led Fang Zhongqing away.

 

The jade pendant had gone missing outside Manyou Valley. Regardless of how it had ended up in Xi Mo’s hands, Xi Mo must have known it belonged to Fang Zhongqing. After all, when Xi Mo injured Ling Yuan, he had mentioned Fang Zhongqing, saying only Fang Zhongqing could match him in the world.

 

It wasn’t a coincidence; he had been paying attention to Fang Zhongqing for some time.

 

Yu Fusheng’s face turned cold.

 

Due to concerns about night raids, lanterns were lit throughout the Blue Flame Boundary, illuminating the area as bright as day.

 

On the streets at night, with disciples from immortal sects arriving, the locals in this region clearly felt more at ease. Life continued as usual, even more bustling than before.

 

There were even peddlers walking through the streets, calling out to sell tanghulu (candied hawthorn).

 

Fang Zhongqing had never seen such worldly items before and found everything fascinating. Inadvertently, he noticed a group of children holding wooden sticks with seven or eight red fruits skewered on them, the bright color looking very tempting in the lamplight.

 

While he was staring intently, an identical item appeared before his eyes.

 

Fang Zhongqing blinked, his gaze falling on Yu Fusheng’s face: “What is this?”

 

Yu Fusheng laughed softly: “Tanghulu.”

 

Earlier, seeing Fang Zhongqing staring unblinkingly at the children’s tanghulu, he remembered that Fang Zhongqing rarely went out and hadn’t even seen common items from the mortal world, so he bought one for him.

 

Yu Fusheng unwrapped the sugar paper and placed the tanghulu in Fang Zhongqing’s hand: “Try it and see if it’s good.”

 

Fang Zhongqing looked curious. Seeing the children’s expressions of happiness and satisfaction, he tentatively took a bite. The initial sweetness was intense, followed by a sour taste that invaded his teeth.

 

Sweet and sour, extraordinarily delicious.

 

Fang Zhongqing had tasted various rare delicacies in the cultivation world but had never tried such mortal items. For a moment, he understood why those children ate with such joy.

 

His eyes brightened slightly as he nodded: “It tastes very good.”

 

Seeing this, Yu Fusheng curved his lips and, as if performing a magic trick, produced a large bunch of tanghulu in his hand: “If you like it, take them all.”

 

Fang Zhongqing was momentarily stunned, then pressed his lips together in a light smile.

 

The two planned to head toward the demon realm territory outside the Blue Flame Boundary. In the dim light of the forest, Fang Zhongqing leaped onto a towering ancient tree, his snow-white robes gently brushing past the branches and leaves as his gaze explored ahead.

 

Yu Fusheng stood beside him, also noticing the black shadows moving in the distance-many people, seemingly prepared.

 

Fang Zhongqing withdrew his gaze, about to speak when he suddenly saw two figures approaching from not far away.

 

There was no demonic aura; they weren’t demonic cultivators. He wondered what they were doing out so late.

 

Fang Zhongqing curiously observed them and, after a moment, saw the tall man push the accompanying woman against a tree, lowering his head until their mouths met.

 

Fang Zhongqing was astonished, as if seeing something rare, and quickly tugged at the sleeve of the person beside him.

 

Yu Fusheng felt the pull on his sleeve and asked puzzledly: “What’s wrong?”

 

Fang Zhongqing pointed and whispered: “Look quickly, they’re fighting over something to eat.”

 

Yu Fusheng looked over in confusion, only to see a man and a woman, taking advantage of the dim forest light, embracing and kissing under the tree, their faces close together.

 

“…”

 

He reached out and turned Fang Zhongqing’s peering head away: “Don’t look.”

 

“Why?” Fang Zhongqing didn’t understand, feeling his storage pouch. “Are they hungry and fighting over food? I have tanghulu here; I can share with them.”

 

Yu Fusheng was silent for a moment: “They’re not fighting over food.”

 

Fang Zhongqing looked closely, but was quickly blindfolded by Yu Fusheng, who repeated: “Don’t look.”

 

Fang Zhongqing had only known cultivation since childhood and was completely ignorant of such matters. Now extremely curious, with Yu Fusheng covering his eyes, his palm was gently scratched by long eyelashes, feeling somewhat itchy, until he couldn’t help but let go.

 

Fang Zhongqing’s gaze immediately fell back on them: “Then why are they pressing their mouths together?”

 

Yu Fusheng: “…They’re kissing.”

 

Having learned a new word, Fang Zhongqing looked again at the two people under the tree, their eyes closed, expressions full of enjoyment, and asked puzzledly: “Is it comfortable?”

 

Yu Fusheng was silent for a moment, pondering how to explain, when suddenly Fang Zhongqing moved closer, his exquisitely beautiful face drawing near.

 

Yu Fusheng unexpectedly met a pair of clear eyes, the usual coldness gone, replaced by a light like moonlight reflecting on an icy lake, scattering dazzling fragments of light.

 

 

Yu Fusheng was stunned as a soft sensation brushed against his lips, accompanied by a gentle night breeze.

 

It was gone in an instant.

 

After kissing him, Fang Zhongqing pressed his lips together and looked back at the two people still kissing under the tree, thinking there was nothing special about it. Was it really that comfortable?

 

Full of confusion, he turned his head and noticed Yu Fusheng had come to his senses. Just as he was about to ask a question, before he could speak, Yu Fusheng suddenly pressed him against the tree, capturing his lips. A slender hand held the back of his head, fingers caressing through his dark hair.

 

Fang Zhongqing’s eyes widened, and he instinctively reached out to push away, but his wrist was immediately caught and he was pressed even more firmly.

 

Yu Fusheng kissed the light-colored lips, gradually turning them red. The impulse that had been directionless in his heart suddenly found an outlet.

 

His eyes darkened as he held Fang Zhongqing’s struggling hand, pinning him against the tree trunk. Without any guidance, he parted the white teeth, touching the soft tongue that shrank back in fear at the sudden invasion of its private territory, as bewildered as its owner.

 

Fang Zhongqing was left dizzy from the kiss. When finally released, he leaned against the sturdy tree trunk, breathing heavily. The cinnabar mark between his brows was as red as dripping blood, and his fair cheeks flushed from the prolonged lack of breath.

 

His lips trembled as he looked at Yu Fusheng somewhat helplessly, wondering if Yu Fusheng also wanted to try whether kissing was comfortable, but somehow this seemed not quite right…

 

Yu Fusheng released him, gazing at the lowered dark eyelashes and the cold, noble face in the moonlight, and suddenly had a revelation.

 

He wanted to be with Fang Zhongqing, didn’t want anyone else to approach him, wanted to monopolize his attention-because he liked him. He liked him in the way of wanting Fang Zhongqing to be his. He didn’t want to be just Fang Zhongqing’s only friend; he wanted to be Fang Zhongqing’s everything.

 

Yu Fusheng’s heart raced wildly, his burning gaze fixed on the still-panting person: “Zhongqing, I…”

 

Just as he began to speak, applause came from below.

 

A slender dark figure appeared in the forest, the crescent-shaped jade pendant at his waist gleaming with a warm luster in the night.

 

Fang Zhongqing was still catching his breath when he noticed Yu Fusheng’s aura change. Following his gaze, he saw a man identical to the one in the painting.

 

Demon Lord Xi Mo.

 

Fang Zhongqing’s gaze shifted slightly, falling on the jade pendant at his waist. It was indeed his pendant, inscribed with the character “Qing,” given to him by his master.

 

While he was examining the pendant, Xi Mo had been staring at him and now spoke in a gentle tone, as if they were familiar: “Fang Zhongqing.”

 

Fang Zhongqing didn’t recognize him and remained expressionless at his words. He gripped his black flute and directly channeled his spiritual power.

 

Seeing this, Xi Mo put his hands behind his back, feigning hurt: “Zhongqing, attacking me as soon as we meet, how sad.”

 

Fang Zhongqing had no desire for conversation. This person had injured his junior brother, and he was here simply for revenge. As for the jade pendant, he had no interest in how it had fallen into the other’s hands; he just wanted to take it back.

 

The pressure emanating from the white-robed youth caused all insect sounds in the forest to vanish completely. For a moment, it was terrifyingly quiet.

 

Xi Mo sensed the pressure and showed excitement on his face. Before meeting him, he had already highly estimated Fang Zhongqing’s cultivation, but he hadn’t expected it to exceed even his imagination.

 

Xi Mo thought to himself: Such a person is worthy of him.

 

Since childhood, he had been the young lord of the demon realm, exceptionally talented. But he always heard of a reclusive genius in the cultivation world named Fang Zhongqing. Even though they were enemies, the elders couldn’t help but express admiration for him, saying that when he grew up, he would definitely be a great enemy to the demon realm, especially to him.

 

Xi Mo considered himself extraordinary and had long harbored ambitions to unify the continent. Hearing about such a figure in the cultivation world, he couldn’t help but compare himself and sent people to gather information about Fang Zhongqing.

 

To his surprise, the other’s appearance was exactly to his liking. At that time, during the battle at Manyou Valley, he heard that Fang Zhongqing could already slay great demons like the Zheng beast. Xi Mo realized the rumors were true; this person was indeed terrifyingly strong. If he could be used by him, that would be ideal.

 

At some point, Xi Mo suddenly felt that all the people in his bed were uninteresting, no matter how beautiful. Men or women, whatever their appearance, he could have whoever he wanted. In his boredom, he thought of Fang Zhongqing, feeling that only Fang Zhongqing was worthy of him. If he could make him his own, just the thought gave him unprecedented pleasure.

 

But Xi Mo had been restraining himself until his recent breakthrough, when he gained immense power. Only then did he come to provoke the cultivation world, thinking it would be some time before they met, but unexpectedly, the other came so quickly.

 

Upon seeing Fang Zhongqing in person, Xi Mo discovered that the portrait captured less than a thousandth of his true beauty.

 

The real person was like the bright moon in the night sky, noble and cold. But looking closely, due to the earlier kiss, Fang Zhongqing’s cheeks were flushed, his clear eyes revealing some confusion, showing an innocence unfamiliar with the ways of the world.

 

 

Like a piece of white paper untainted by color, incredibly pure.

 

Xi Mo was quite satisfied with this and said: “Be my demon consort.”

 

Fang Zhongqing was about to attack when he suddenly noticed Xi Mo looking at him with deep affection as he spoke these words.

 

So he turned his head to look at Yu Fusheng, whose face was as cold as frost: “What is a demon consort?”

 

Yu Fusheng’s eyes were gloomy. Upon hearing the question, his expression momentarily turned ferocious before he answered: “Something bad.”

 

Xi Mo’s gaze fell on Yu Fusheng, barely mustering some interest to examine him.

 

He had seen the Sword Sect Master before but had never fought him. As fellow sect masters of immortal sects, when the Qinglin Sect Master and Xiyang Sect Master combined forces couldn’t defeat him, he didn’t feel it necessary to pay attention to Yu Fusheng.

 

In his view, the only one in the cultivation world worthy of his attention was Fang Zhongqing.

 

Now, hearing Yu Fusheng’s explanation and seeing the undisguised hostility on his face, plus the fact that this person had just pressed Fang Zhongqing against a tree to kiss him, his intentions were crystal clear.

 

But Xi Mo wasn’t worried at all. The strong rule supreme, and Yu Fusheng, merely at the Divine Transformation realm, was no match for him.

 

Xi Mo’s gaze passed over Yu Fusheng and landed on Fang Zhongqing: “A demon consort means I want you to be my dao companion.”

 

Fang Zhongqing suddenly understood. Since demon consort meant dao companion, then Yu Fusheng was right-it was indeed something bad that would destroy his dao heart and ruin his path of cultivation.

 

Fang Zhongqing said: “I refuse.”

 

Yu Fusheng’s expression relaxed slightly upon hearing Fang Zhongqing’s unhesitating rejection. His thin lips curved up slightly, but before he could speak, Fang Zhongqing continued: “My master said that only mutual affection can form a dao companion relationship. I cannot like anyone, or my dao heart will be damaged…”

 

Fang Zhongqing’s face turned cold as he showed a look of disgust toward Xi Mo: “You want me to be your dao companion-are you trying to harm me?”

 

Yu Fusheng’s smile froze, becoming slightly stiff.

 

His astonished gaze fell on Fang Zhongqing’s cold face, seeing disgust appear on features that rarely showed emotions.

 

A chill suddenly swept through Yu Fusheng’s heart, extinguishing the earlier heat.

 

“Cannot like anyone”-what did that mean…

 

Yu Fusheng was stunned. Meanwhile, Fang Zhongqing attacked, and after several exchanges with Xi Mo, the latter’s expression changed slightly in the face of Fang Zhongqing’s vast spiritual power. Xi Mo leaped away, leaving only the words “We will meet again.”

 

Fang Zhongqing wanted to pursue, but Xi Mo’s trace vanished in an instant, probably using some spell, so he had to give up.

 

He turned around and was grabbed by the wrist.

 

In the silent forest, Yu Fusheng’s deep voice sounded: “Why can’t you like someone?”

 

Fang Zhongqing explained: “My cultivation progresses so quickly because my heart is free from distractions-not entering the world, not being stained by dust. If I touch the character of ’emotion,’ it will damage my dao heart, making the path of cultivation exceptionally difficult.”

 

Yu Fusheng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body turning cold: “But I…”

 

Halfway through his sentence, he couldn’t continue.

 

Fang Zhongqing’s gaze remained as clear as ever, not understanding worldly matters, not understanding love.

 

Yu Fusheng fell silent, never expecting that in an instant, he would fall from the ninth heaven into a bottomless abyss. He gripped Fang Zhongqing tightly, his fingers pressing so hard that Fang Zhongqing felt pain and slightly furrowed his brows.

 

Yu Fusheng’s gaze was obscure and unclear, with two voices surging in his heart.

 

One tempted him to embrace Fang Zhongqing, to indulge his true feelings-he clearly desired this person so much, and to like meant to possess.

 

But another voice firmly held him back. Once he started by embracing him, the next step might be uncontrollable-kissing those soft lips, and perhaps even losing control and doing other things.

 

Fang Zhongqing lowered his head slightly. After an inner struggle, Yu Fusheng seemed to lose strength and slowly released Fang Zhongqing’s wrist.

 

Fang Zhongqing was the one person in this world he would never harm; Yu Fusheng wouldn’t allow himself to do so.

 

Seeing Yu Fusheng’s poor complexion, Fang Zhongqing set aside the matter of pursuing the Demon Lord and took him back to the Blue Flame Boundary.

 

Returning to the bedroom, Fang Zhongqing said: “Rest early.”

 

Yu Fusheng had stayed overnight at Changyuan Peak before. The two often had long talks, and when tired, they would sleep together. Thus, Fang Zhongqing naturally walked to the bedside, loosened his clothes to rest, completely unaware that the person behind him seemed to awaken, staring at his movements with an unpredictable gaze.

 

Yu Fusheng: “You rest here. I have important matters to discuss with the Sword Sect people.”

 

Fang Zhongqing didn’t suspect anything and casually asked: “So late?”

 

After speaking, he lay down on the bed.

 

His sleeping posture was always proper. After getting into bed, he covered himself with the soft blanket. Under the gentle, soft light, his long eyelashes cast small fan-like shadows on his fair cheeks. With a slight droop, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep.

 

Due to his cultivation technique, whenever he was injured or had fought with someone, he needed to sleep to replenish his energy, so he could always fall asleep quickly.

 

Yu Fusheng stood by the bed for a long while, his gaze moving inch by inch over the young man’s face.

 

In the past, when he lay in the same bed with Fang Zhongqing, he would always stare at Fang Zhongqing’s sleeping face at night, staring for the entire night until Fang Zhongqing woke up, only then pretending to close his eyes.

 

But even so, he hadn’t realized his own feelings until tonight, when Fang Zhongqing kissed him, and he finally understood.

 

In the midst of wild joy, he was struck by a bolt from the blue.

 

Yu Fusheng reached out, caressing the fair, exquisite face, whispering: “What is this, Zhongqing? You provoke me first, then tell me it’s impossible.”

 

Perhaps sensing his touch, Fang Zhongqing’s cheek turned slightly, his long eyelashes trembling a bit. Yu Fusheng awoke as if from a dream, hurriedly withdrawing his hand and stepping back several paces.

 

After a moment, he turned and left the bedroom.

 

Early the next morning, Fang Zhongqing sat up in bed, his dark hair spread behind him. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, his gaze swept around the bed.

 

Beside him was still empty. His hand fell on the blanket, finding no warmth. Yu Fusheng hadn’t returned last night; it seemed he had been busy all night.

 

Fang Zhongqing went out, recalling Yu Fusheng’s unsettled demeanor the previous night. He intended to look for him, but as he stepped out the door, he heard the noisy clamor from the street.

 

Fang Zhongqing frowned slightly and withdrew his foot.

 

He walked around the courtyard, pondering how Xi Mo had escaped last night. If he couldn’t break the spell, even if he found him again, Xi Mo could still escape.

 

Fang Zhongqing recalled Xi Mo’s movements in the forest last night. He seemed to be forming hand seals, but the speed was too fast. Even with his excellent memory, recalling it was somewhat elusive.

 

Fang Zhongqing was alone in the courtyard, trying hard to break the escape technique. Before he knew it, evening had arrived, and insect sounds echoed from the corner of the yard.

 

Having found some clues, Fang Zhongqing emerged from his immersed state and saw a communication spell floating before him.

 

Not knowing when it had arrived, Fang Zhongqing reached out to receive it. His slender, fair fingers grasped it, a faint blue light enveloping his fingertips.

 

It was a message from his junior brother Ling Yuan, asking where he was.

 

Fang Zhongqing replied, not saying where he was, only telling Ling Yuan to rest well in the sect and wait for him to defeat Xi Mo.

 

After sending the message, Fang Zhongqing wandered aimlessly in the courtyard, unconsciously walking to the main gate. Looking outside, night had fallen, and many lanterns hung in the street, making it very bright.

 

But there was no sign of Yu Fusheng.

 

Fang Zhongqing withdrew his gaze, wondering if Yu Fusheng had encountered some trouble. Why hadn’t he returned yet?

 

Fang Zhongqing returned to the courtyard in boredom, crouching down to fiddle with the flowers and plants beside the bluestone path.

 

Since his master’s departure, apart from Ling Yuan who visited Changyuan Peak once in a while, only Yu Fusheng talked to him.

 

Besides discussing cultivation matters, Yu Fusheng would talk about the Sword Sect. The Sword Sect had changed a lot now; those sycophants from the past had been eliminated one by one by Yu Fusheng, and he had even begun to modify some of the sect rules.

 

When Yu Fusheng first started doing this, he encountered many obstacles. But as his cultivation strengthened, these opposing voices gradually disappeared. Now, the Sword Sect was Yu Fusheng’s one-man show.

 

 

How could he encounter any trouble?

 

Fang Zhongqing set his mind at ease, picking up a withered leaf to play with in his hand.

 

But then he suddenly remembered that Yu Fusheng had once said that even though he now had immense power and stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, he was often trapped by a nightmare. In the dream, he was still that Foundation Establishment disciple without any means to defend himself.

 

Every night he experienced the pain of having his skin peeled and bones scraped, enveloped by fear, and what frightened him most was another unfamiliar version of himself.

 

Fang Zhongqing didn’t quite understand, but he could sense Yu Fusheng’s unease. It was as if he was desperately trying to suppress something, but perhaps one day he would lose control.

 

The night wind grew stronger, breaking the withered leaf in half and carrying it away.

 

Fang Zhongqing was momentarily stunned, then came back to his senses. After much thought, he extended his spiritual sense to search for Yu Fusheng.

 

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