After Crossdressing and Provoking Long AoTian

Yu Qingtang understood two things.

First, Long Aotian and humans were not the same species.

Second, being Long Aotian’s woman was not exactly an easy job either.

Early in the morning, a hundred-year ginseng spirit that had stuck out from who knew where tripped him and made him twist his ankle. Yu Qingtang had no choice but to be carried on Ye Chenyan’s back, gazing ahead with deep, solemn eyes.

Of the two of them, one had gotten a full night’s sleep, and the other had cultivated all night without sleeping. No matter how one thought about it, he should not have been the one to trip!

It had to be the plot’s fault. If not for this sinister plot, which wanted the female lead to get hurt in order to increase the chances for physical contact between the two leads, he definitely would not have been this careless!

As Yu Qingtang thought that, he lowered his head and guiltily glanced at his clipping chest.

Luckily, it was against Ye Chenyan’s back.

As if noticing his small movement, Ye Chenyan turned back and asked in concern, “Does your foot still hurt?”

Yu Qingtang immediately shook his head. “It doesn’t.”

In truth, as a cultivator, he could heal such a tiny injury very quickly by circulating his cultivation method himself. For body cultivators who primarily tempered the body, even severed hands and feet could be reattached after one cycle of their cultivation method, as long as the severed ends could be lined up.

Yu Qingtang was a qin cultivator, and body-tempering methods were the weakest of his weak points, but he was not that delicate either.

The main issue was that Ye Chenyan had told him that if a twisted ankle healed before the bones were properly aligned, he could easily end up with one leg longer than the other later.

Yu Qingtang felt that Ye Chenyan was being alarmist. But after imagining that scene, he became extremely willing to listen and did not dare mess around on his own. He obediently let Ye Chenyan carry him into town to find a pill cultivator.

Yunzhou was home to the Fire Cauldron Sect, where the world’s number one pill cultivator resided. It was said that if a signboard fell in town and hit ten people, nine of them would be pill cultivators.

Most pill cultivators knew a little medicine too and could be used as half a medical cultivator.

Yu Qingtang remembered that the Fire Cauldron Sect had quite a lot of plot later, and Yunzhou did too, but none of it appeared at this point.

The timing had not arrived. If they went now, they probably would not trigger any plot.

Yu Qingtang quietly let out a breath of relief.

After last night, he had already made peace with things.

He had now replaced Miaoyin Xian’s identity. Even if he wanted to flee, he could not.

The past could not be chased. He could only look to the future. Long Aotian’s harem spread across the world, and Miaoyin Xian could only accompany him for one stretch.

Once they reached the Golden Core Competition and that young lady Tu Jiaojiao, whose figure was as fiery as her temper, appeared, the two of them would act out a battlefield of red rose versus white rose. After that, he would be able to go offline.

Thinking of it that way, it also matched what Ye Chenyan had said at the beginning—Yu Qingtang really only had to make one trip to the Golden Core Competition, and then he could return to the sect and continue being his salted fish.

“We’re here.” Ye Chenyan gently bounced him. “We’ll go find a pill cultivator now.”

Yu Qingtang quietly shrank behind him and hid his face. Being carried in like this was, to some degree, embarrassing.

But after secretly observing for a while, he discovered that there were plenty of cultivators around who were in much worse shape than him. There were people being carried on stretchers, faces pale as gold paper; people slung over someone’s shoulder while dripping blood all the way down the street; and someone running in front while the person behind him carried his severed limb and shouted, “Slow down!”

Yu Qingtang: “...”

How lively.

“There are a lot of pill cultivators here. Occasionally, the Fire Cauldron Sect even opens its doors and offers free pill treatment. Plenty of injured and sick people come here to try their luck.” Ye Chenyan explained for him, “We only have a small injury, so there’s no need to squeeze into those places. Any pill cultivator will do.”

Yu Qingtang nodded blankly. He suddenly felt like making such a fuss over his tiny injury was a little excessive.

“Looking for a pill cultivator?”

A voice suddenly cut in from the side. Yu Qingtang watched as a cultivator with a goatee looked the two of them up and down, paying special attention to their clothes, then narrowed his eyes and smiled. “A small injury. I can treat it. Come with me.”

Before he could finish speaking, another burly man with a full beard squeezed over. “Hey, hey, don’t believe him! He treated three people to death last month! Come to me. I’m cheaper than him too!”

His gaze slid over Yu Qingtang’s face, and he revealed a smile that made people rather uncomfortable. “Oh, beauty. Beauties get an even cheaper price.”

Ye Chenyan’s face darkened. “Move.”

Seeing the two of them pestering them endlessly, Ye Chenyan walked straight to the dirty pill cultivator slumped in a corner by the roadside. “Hey. Do you treat people?”

Yu Qingtang secretly poked his head out for a look. The man reeked of alcohol, and his messy hair covered most of his face, but even that could not hide the especially obvious scar on his face.

Yu Qingtang roughly searched his memory but did not recall such a person. He quietly shrank back again.

Ye Chenyan thought he was worried and said in a low voice, “Don’t worry. This person may look... like that, but his cultivation is the highest among the people here.”

Yu Qingtang nodded. Of course he trusted Long Aotian’s choice. After all, a so-called Long Aotian could pick up treasures from a garbage heap, would always receive unexpected delights when buying things, and could casually run into an expert. This was very normal.

The dirty pill cultivator raised an eyebrow and kicked over the signboard beside him, speaking with a poor attitude. “No matter how big or small the illness, one consultation is one thousand low-grade spirit stones. Pills are charged separately.”

“One thousand!” the goateed pill cultivator shouted. “Even an inner disciple of Fire Cauldron Sect only charges eight hundred! Why don’t you just rob people? Come to me. I only charge five hundred!”

The full-bearded man refused to be outdone. “Three hundred!”

Ye Chenyan’s brows did not even move. “One thousand it is. As long as you can cure him.”

The two behind them glanced at each other and choked.

“Oh, rich people.” Only then did the dirty pill cultivator slowly stand up. His gaze swept over Yu Qingtang, and he gave a lazy yawn. “Little beauties don’t get discounts either. Pay first.”

Ye Chenyan directly tossed over one thousand spirit stones. The pill cultivator weighed them in his hand and casually stuffed them into his robes.

He actually did not have a storage ring.

Yu Qingtang curiously studied the other man, feeling that this style really had the air of an expert living beyond worldly concerns. But the scar was so obvious, and yet Yu Qingtang could not remember who he was at all.

Ye Chenyan carried Yu Qingtang on his back and followed the man into a small alley. The man did not even have a shop. He casually pulled up two pieces of tattered cloth as a screen, and that counted as his place.

The pill cultivator glanced at Yu Qingtang’s foot and shook his head in disgust. “You’re looking for a pill cultivator over this tiny injury.”

He beckoned to Ye Chenyan. “Get a piece of clean cloth.”

He draped the cloth over Yu Qingtang’s ankle and said lazily, “Endure the pain.”

“Oh...” Yu Qingtang was still nodding when the pill cultivator abruptly exerted force. His tone instantly changed. “Awooo—”

Only after howling did Yu Qingtang remember something was wrong. He immediately pinched his throat and added, “...ya!”

Ye Chenyan seemed to curve the corners of his mouth, but he held back and did not laugh out loud.

“Heh.” The dirty pill cultivator had already withdrawn his hand and laughed with schadenfreude. “Full of energy, huh. Looks like you’re definitely fine. All right, go on. Or do you still want to buy some pills?”

Yu Qingtang reached out to touch his ankle and gently rotated it. He was astonished to discover that it really could move.

Aside from the sharp pain just now, there had seemed to be some kind of cool spiritual energy flowing in, easily healing his injury.

Yu Qingtang’s eyes gained a little respect. This person was definitely an expert! At the very least, he was someone with a name in the plot.

“We do need some pills.” Ye Chenyan did not mind the sky-high price. “Do you have...”

He deliberately glanced at Yu Qingtang and laughed. “Some sweeter basic pills? Spirit Recovery Pills and Blood Recovery Pills, both.”

“You want sweet ones?” The dirty pill cultivator found it funny and took out several bottles and jars. “Fine. I guarantee they taste exactly like sugar beans.”

Yu Qingtang quietly turned his head away and pretended this had nothing to do with him.

“Also.” Ye Chenyan looked at Yu Qingtang with a smile. “Miss Qingtang has been traveling all this way. Check his pulse too while you’re at it.”

Yu Qingtang: “!”

His eyes trembled, somewhat evasive.

Pill cultivator. Pulse-checking. Could he check whether someone was male or female?

“N-No need, right?” He tried to refuse. “There’s nothing wrong.”

The dirty pill cultivator looked terribly sleepy. “It costs extra.”

Ye Chenyan threw him another thousand spirit stones.

The other man immediately pushed over a wrist cushion, then tapped the table, indicating for Yu Qingtang to place his hand on it.

Yu Qingtang: “...”

Trembling with fear, he placed his hand down. The other man then spread a clean piece of gauze over it, avoiding direct physical contact with him.

Although this person looked dirty and unreliable, he was actually rather considerate.

Yu Qingtang did not dare raise his head. He could only secretly lift his eyes to observe the man’s expression.

At first, the pill cultivator took his pulse lazily. But as he continued, his expression became somewhat strange.

Their eyes met. Yu Qingtang quickly blinked at him.

He still had his entire fortune from the sect in his storage ring. He wondered if one thousand spirit stones would be enough to buy this man’s silence.

The pill cultivator slowly withdrew his hand, seemingly choosing his words. “This young lady is somewhat special.”

“Ahem!” Yu Qingtang quickly cleared his throat and lightly tugged Ye Chenyan. “Why don’t you step away for a moment?”

Ye Chenyan froze. Then, as if thinking of something, he abruptly crouched down and gripped Yu Qingtang’s wrist. “There really is something wrong with you. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“No, there isn’t—” Yu Qingtang dragged out his tone, his eyes dodging. “It’s just that, well, physical condition involves privacy, and I...”

“No.” Ye Chenyan held his hand and refused decisively. “I have to know where you’re uncomfortable so I can take care of you.”

Yu Qingtang: “...”

The pill cultivator’s gaze swept back and forth across their faces. Suddenly, he laughed. “You really want to hear?”

“You two have quite the relationship?”

Ye Chenyan raised an eyebrow. “Naturally.”

“Oh—” The pill cultivator revealed a malicious smile. “Then there’s nothing that can’t be said.”

He beckoned to the two of them, indicating for them to move closer.

He deliberately glanced at Yu Qingtang, who looked so nervous he was about to throw up, lowered his voice, and said, “This young lady—”

“Has irregular menstruation.”

Yu Qingtang’s and Ye Chenyan’s expressions went blank for an instant at the same time.

Yu Qingtang: “Men...”

Ye Chenyan: “Men...”

Yu Qingtang covered Ye Chenyan’s mouth.

The pill cultivator raised an eyebrow and suddenly took out a bottle of pills. “This is my newly developed Ten Thousand Flowers Pill. As long as a female cultivator takes it, anything from irregular menstruation to a poor mood will all...”

Yu Qingtang expressionlessly pointed at him. “Fraud. Beat him.”

Ye Chenyan directly flipped his stall.

“Hey, hey, hey!” The dirty pill cultivator hugged his head with both hands. “Don’t hit the face!”

Just as Ye Chenyan’s fist was about to land on his head, Yu Qingtang noticed a section of wrist he had exposed. On it was a very obvious blue birthmark.

He froze, then grabbed Ye Chenyan’s hand. “Wait!”

Ye Chenyan paused slightly and raised his brows. “What’s wrong?”

“Well... beating someone in the street still isn’t good.” Yu Qingtang cleared his throat and patted him. “Forget it, forget it.”

Ye Chenyan furrowed his brows, clearly suspicious, but still gave him face. “...Then let’s go.”

The pill cultivator slowly lowered his hands and covered his birthmark again, looking thoughtfully at the backs of the two as they left.

This person recognized this birthmark.

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