After Crossdressing and Provoking Long AoTian

“Heh-heh-heh.”

The heretical cultivator hiding in the shadows let out the classic villain laugh and casually threw Yu Qingtang onto the ground. “I thought, with Jinzhou under lockdown, I should change locations. Who knew I’d still run into such an absolute beauty on the road?”

Yu Qingtang cried, “Ow!” and rolled across the ground several times before bumping into someone.

His vision blurred. The restraint covering his eyes was removed, and a female cultivator before him asked with concern, “Miss, are you all right?”

She looked dusty and battered, and she was injured too. She was probably one of the Golden Core female cultivators kidnapped in Jinzhou before him.

Behind her were seven or eight more female cultivators, all huddled together like a nest of frightened rabbits.

Yu Qingtang tried moving his body. Just now, he had been unable to move at all. Now, sensation was slowly returning to his limbs, but they were limp and weak, and his spiritual power moved sluggishly. He had clearly been affected by something.

Another hand pressed down on his. The voice was like a murmuring stream, refreshing his spirit at once. “This person’s cultivation method is strange. It can affect the circulation of spiritual power. Don’t act rashly yet.”

Yu Qingtang froze, then instinctively looked over. His eyes instantly lit up—this female cultivator was dressed in white, and even covered in dust, her beauty was not hidden. Her bearing was cool and aloof, especially with that distinctive white lotus mark on her forehead...

Miaoyin Xian!

Finally found her!

Perhaps his gaze was too heated, because Miaoyin Xian paused in surprise. “You... recognize me?”

Yu Qingtang had not forgotten that she was concealing her identity right now, so he very thoughtfully did not expose her. With a faint excitement at participating in the plot, he said, “Ahem. You and I were from the same sect eight hundred years ago.”

He even comforted her. “Don’t be afraid. Heavenly Music Sect has laid an inescapable net. He won’t get away. And in a little while, my companion will come save us!”

At least at a time like this, Long Aotian could be trusted.

Miaoyin Xian looked slightly puzzled, but still nodded gently and squeezed his hand. “All right. I’m not afraid. You shouldn’t be afraid either.”

“Heh.” The heretical cultivator, whose face was wrapped in a cloud of black energy—Yu Qingtang did not know whether that was because the author had been too lazy to describe his appearance—crouched before him and suddenly reached out toward him.

Miaoyin Xian’s expression sharpened. She pulled Yu Qingtang behind her and demanded sternly, “What do you think you’re doing?”

The heretical cultivator gave a cold laugh. “Oh? You can barely protect yourself, and you still want to protect someone else?”

Miaoyin Xian’s expression was solemn. “If you truly intend to act recklessly, then even if I have to fight you to mutual destruction, I will never let you gain the slightest benefit!”

“When that time comes, the commotion will draw people here, and you will be the one everyone hunts down!”

Yu Qingtang quietly poked his head out. In the original novel, Miaoyin Xian had been born with a white lotus immortal body—not the derogatory kind.

Gentle and compassionate, ethereal and detached from the mortal world.

As expected, she was such a gentle, reliable older sister.

The author of this book was truly the father of all fathers. He had stuffed every good girl under heaven into Long Aotian’s arms.

“Heh.” The heretical cultivator narrowed his eyes. “Do you think I really don’t dare touch you?”

The reason they had managed to hold out until now was the protective magical artifact on Miaoyin Xian, the Five-Tone Law.

But several days had already passed. Miaoyin Xian could not replenish her spiritual power and had relied on her blood essence to bitterly sustain it until now. If this continued, she would not last much longer.

Miaoyin Xian showed no fear on her face, but behind her back, her hand clenched tightly. “Try it!”

The heretical cultivator seemed to have already figured out her situation and knew she was at the end of her strength. He let out a malicious, obscene laugh. “Then I’ll have to try it very carefully, very thoroughly—”

As he spoke, his hand actually reached toward Miaoyin Xian’s chest.

Yu Qingtang: “!”

This villain truly had no shame!

“Hold it!” Yu Qingtang acted righteously and darted in front of her with swift movements, spreading his arms like an old hen protecting her chicks. “Stop!”

The heretical cultivator grew impatient. “One after another, you all...”

Yu Qingtang lifted his chin with the courage of a man facing death. “If you’re going to touch someone, touch mine!”

The heretical cultivator, who had already been preparing to pull out a weapon: “...Huh?”

Yu Qingtang puffed out his chest with a righteous face.

Anyway, he was a grown man. Being touched once would not make him lose a piece of flesh. Better to touch him than any of the other girls.

Miaoyin Xian looked stunned, then immediately tightened her grip on his hand. “Miss, you mustn’t!”

The other female cultivators also belatedly grabbed him and began talking over one another to dissuade him. “You can’t!”

The heretical cultivator looked him up and down and, for some reason, hesitated.

“What?” Yu Qingtang glanced sideways at him. “Don’t dare?”

“Heh.” Hearing him say that, the heretical cultivator instead backed up two steps, thinking himself clever as he put distance between them. “A Golden Core female cultivator of this age is usually an inner disciple of some sect. It wouldn’t be strange for you to have one or two rare treasures on you.”

“You’re trying to lure me into touching you. You must have some protective magical artifact on you! Hmph. I’m not that stupid.”

Yu Qingtang blinked.

Actually, he did not. But he could pretend he did.

He slowly climbed to his feet and deliberately smiled at the heretical cultivator. “Want to try?”

He took a step toward him. “If you won’t come to me, I’ll come to you.”

“Stay where you are!” The heretical cultivator acted as if facing a great enemy. “If you dare move recklessly, I’ll use you as the first sacrifice for my pill refining!”

He raised his hand, and a pitch-black pill furnace flew out from within his dantian, spraying a stream of black flames. Yu Qingtang immediately retreated and burrowed back into the pile of female cultivators.

With a clang, the pill furnace smashed onto the ground. Killing intent entered the heretical cultivator’s gaze. “The numbers are a little low, but Heavenly Music Sect’s mad dogs won’t let go, so I have to change locations too.”

“Taking you all on the road will only add trouble. I might as well refine you all into pills. Quiet and obedient.”

“You... you use cultivators to refine pills!” Miaoyin Xian looked utterly disbelieving. “You are completely deranged! Once people learn of this, there will be no place for you anywhere in the Nine Provinces!”

“Ha.” The heretical cultivator gave a contemptuous laugh. “I can’t use all these pills by myself. You probably can’t even imagine how many great personages in the Nine Provinces like my Wondrous Jade Beauty Pills.”

Yu Qingtang could not imagine it either, because this plotline had never had any follow-up in the novel. The author had probably forgotten it halfway through writing.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t find a body of utmost yin.” The heretical cultivator clicked his tongue in regret. “Otherwise, I could refine a supreme-grade pill. But female cultivators belong to yin. Gather a few more, and I can still refine a good pill.”

He raised his hand, about to suck everyone into the pill furnace.

This pill furnace was no ordinary object either. A tremendous suction force came from it. Yu Qingtang tried hard to stall for time, raised his hand, and shouted, “Hold it!”

The heretical cultivator was clearly impatient. “Why is it you again!”

He slapped out directly. “Get in!”

Yu Qingtang desperately dug his fingers into the ground. “Wait! This is important! I’m pregnant!”

The heretical cultivator’s movement paused. Then he gave a cold laugh. “What does that have to do with me? Don’t tell me you expect me to be softhearted.”

“I don’t expect that.” Yu Qingtang raised his head. “But think about it. What if I’m pregnant with a boy?”

“Then wouldn’t I basically count as one man and one woman? You know, both yin and yang.”

The heretical cultivator: “...”

After committing evil for many years, this was the first time he had ever encountered such a situation. For a moment, he fell silent and did not answer for a long while.

Yu Qingtang’s expression was sincere. “Your pill won’t work if there’s a bit of yang mixed in, right?”

The heretical cultivator suddenly erupted. “You little brat, you’re playing with me, aren’t you! I’ll cut your stomach open and see exactly what kind of seed you’re carrying!”

A mass of black energy rushed straight toward Yu Qingtang’s abdomen.

At that moment, a silver spear descended through the air. A wolf’s howl rang out in the void, and it forcibly blocked the black energy.

Yu Qingtang’s body lightened, and someone caught him by the waist. In one spinning roll, he fell into Ye Chenyan’s arms.

Yu Qingtang looked up at his cold, handsome profile, which carried a hint of anger, and nearly went weak at the knees and knelt to him—just now, he had truly thought he had overplayed his hand and was about to croak.

He opened his mouth shakily. “Ye...”

Ye Chenyan pressed him into his arms and said in a low voice, “Don’t be afraid.”

While Yu Qingtang felt that this guy really was devastatingly handsome, he could not help thinking—did you have to wait for such a handsome time point to appear!

The heretical cultivator’s attack failed, and he stared at Ye Chenyan with some wariness. “Heh, I wondered what great personage had come. Turns out it’s only an early Golden Core brat. You dare meddle in your grandfather’s business!”

Yu Qingtang raised his head and quietly fanned the flames. “He called you his grandson.”

Ye Chenyan was somewhat helpless. “I understood.”

The heretical cultivator suddenly launched an attack. Ye Chenyan gently nudged Yu Qingtang behind him. “Hide farther back.”

Of course Yu Qingtang would not rush over and court death. Very cleverly, he burrowed over to the female cultivators, pulled up the ones who were too weak to stand, and pointed at the cave entrance. “Run first!”

“All right!”

Miaoyin Xian looked at him, a strange brilliance flashing through her eyes. She supported the others and fled toward the cave entrance with them.

The heretical cultivator tried to stop them, but every attack was easily blocked by Ye Chenyan.

Yu Qingtang looked back and shouted in a very loyal-sounding way, “Hold out on your own first! I’ll come back to help you after I save everyone!”

Ye Chenyan glanced sideways slightly. “Then help me dig a hole at the cave entrance.”

Yu Qingtang did not understand. “Huh? Why dig a hole?”

Ye Chenyan gave a soft laugh and lifted his brows at him. “To bury him.”

One man, one spear. Even the roiling black energy that almost filled the cave could not hide his high-spirited, unstoppable sharpness.

Yu Qingtang: “...”

Damn it. He showed off again.

Yu Qingtang turned around, dug a shovel out of his storage ring, and huffed and puffed as he dug a small hole.

Miaoyin Xian looked at him, wanting to speak but stopping herself.

Yu Qingtang patted his hands off and pointed at the cave, where the commotion was not small. “He’s pretty ruthless. After he finishes fighting, there’ll probably only be about this much left.”

The cave suddenly fell silent. Only footsteps drew near.

The other female cultivators reacted as if facing a great enemy. Yu Qingtang looked at the cave entrance with absolute confidence.

Sure enough, Ye Chenyan walked out carrying a bloodstained black robe.

He even smiled somewhat sheepishly. “I don’t know what cultivation method this heretical cultivator practiced. He turned into a puddle of blood and disappeared. Seems like we don’t need to dig a hole to bury him.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t dig a big one anyway.” Yu Qingtang had expected this and pointed at the small pit in front of him. “Perfect for a grave for his clothes.”

“All right!” Ye Chenyan threw the black robe in with a beaming smile.

Miaoyin Xian looked at him, then at Yu Qingtang. A strange light flickered in her beautiful eyes.

The corners of Yu Qingtang’s mouth curved subtly.

She was interested!

He knew it. As long as they met, the plot that should happen would happen. The feelings that should exist would exist too.

His eyes filled with expectation, and he encouraged her, “Miss, ask whatever you want to ask.”

“Then...” Miaoyin Xian was slightly shy as she took small steps to Yu Qingtang’s side and lowered her voice. “Is the child his?”

Ye Chenyan’s movement of burying the pit paused. “Huh?”

Yu Qingtang: “Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!”

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