After Crossdressing and Provoking Long AoTian

Inside Guiyi Sect, Yu Qingtang followed behind Li Ling’er.

Li Ling’er faced him, eyes burning, arms folded over her chest, walking backward the whole way.

Yu Qingtang hesitated, wanting to warn her, but before he could, she hit a tree by the roadside with a loud thunk. Judging by the sound, that head of hers was solid all the way through.

Out of humanitarian concern, Yu Qingtang asked, “Are you all right?”

“Hah!” Li Ling’er covered the back of her head and stubbornly raised her chin. “I—I did that on purpose!”

Yu Qingtang: “...Sure.”

He played along and casually made something up. “This must be Guiyi Sect’s unique body-tempering method. Truly eye-opening. Truly.”

“Exactly. That’s exactly what it was.” Li Ling’er rubbed the back of her head and nodded in agreement. “I definitely didn’t run into it by accident!”

“But don’t think that just because you helped me talk my way out of it, I’m going to...” She got halfway through her threat, hesitated, then gave a vague “hmph” and muddled her way past it.

According to the original plot, on this stretch of road, Li Ling’er was supposed to reveal the bond of childhood sweethearts she shared with Long Aotian after growing up together, and then ask that classic line—“And what are you to him?”

Miaoyin Xian would have no answer. She would grieve silently and nearly leave Guiyi Sect alone because of it.

Long Aotian would be caught between them, outwardly torn between two sides, but in truth, surrounded by women on both sides and handling both with perfect finesse.

Yu Qingtang clicked his tongue and shook his head, considering how he should perform this next part.

Li Ling’er glanced at him a few times, but in the end, she could not help asking, “What do you think of... my senior brother?”

Yu Qingtang’s spirits lifted.

Here it comes!

Unexpectedly, now that the moment had arrived, he actually felt a tiny bit excited.

“Why ask that?”

He lowered his head and pretended to be embarrassed.

He knew the upcoming plot by heart. Now he was supposed to hear Li Ling’er talk about how Ye Chenyan doted on her, his little junior sister!

Yu Qingtang quietly pricked up his ears, planning to listen carefully. Once he successfully withdrew from the plot, he could take this gossip back to Biehe Sect and share it with his senior sisters and senior brothers.

“Hmph.” Li Ling’er curled her lip, her tone carrying a little resentment. “Senior Brother and I grew up together. Every time we practiced swordsmanship, if I couldn’t learn and got punished by Master...”

Yu Qingtang smiled and filled in the rest inwardly—he would step in to get you out of trouble and cheer you up.

Actually, in Young God-King: Unifying the Immortal Sects, he rather liked this senior-brother-and-junior-sister pairing. Childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree...

Unfortunately, that dog author had no bottom line and insisted on opening a harem.

Yu Qingtang was just lamenting this bitterly when Li Ling’er’s second half reached his ears—

“...he laughed at me every time.”

“Huh?” Yu Qingtang dug at his ear, his gaze blank.

That was not how this part went in the plot!

Li Ling’er lowered her head indignantly and picked at the tie on her clothes. “He laughed at me for being stupid, and he even said...”

She pointed at Yu Qingtang. “He said that if you learned the sword, you definitely wouldn’t be as stupid as me!”

Yu Qingtang: “...”

Li Ling’er gnashed her teeth. “I asked him to make me a wooden sword, and he wouldn’t! But for your little wooden carving, he made all eighteen kinds of weapons! A complete set!”

Yu Qingtang choked.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, suddenly feeling dizzy for no reason. He forced out two dry laughs. “He—cough. He’s quite good at carving, huh.”

“Hmph.” Li Ling’er’s expression took on a touch of schadenfreude. “But he guessed and guessed, and he still didn’t figure out you were a music cultivator. He didn’t carve a single qin.”

Yu Qingtang’s expression turned strange. But beyond the strangeness, he abruptly realized something. “Senior Tianji Zi didn’t calculate it?”

When they had looked at the fish before, Tianji Zi had hinted at it. Clearly, he knew Yu Qingtang’s identity!

“Do you think my martial uncle calculates for just anyone?” Li Ling’er raised her chin. “So many people under heaven would bankrupt themselves just to beg him for a divination, and he still can’t be bothered to lift a finger.”

“Besides, even if he calculates something, he might not tell the person involved. He’s always saying things like ‘the secrets of heaven must not be revealed.’ Peering into heavenly secrets is already an arrogant act, and once ordinary people learn their fate, they often overestimate themselves and want to defy heaven.”

“Even Senior Brother’s fate was something I overheard and secretly told him. My father scolded me terribly for it.”

Li Ling’er felt aggrieved just thinking about it and pursed her lips. “It was clearly a good fate. That’s why I told him. I only wanted to make him a little happier.”

Yu Qingtang nodded deeply in agreement. This part did exist in the original novel, but it was not supposed to be the main point right now.

He turned to look at Li Ling’er, hesitating.

Li Ling’er narrowed her eyes. “What do you want to say?”

Yu Qingtang thought for a moment and tried to pull the plot back onto the correct track. He asked tactfully, “What about you?”

“Me?” Li Ling’er looked at him warily. “Martial Uncle never said whether he calculated my fate or not. Why are you asking about my fate?”

Yu Qingtang gave a soft click of his tongue and shook his head. “I don’t mean fate. I mean you and your senior brother.”

Li Ling’er blinked in confusion.

Yu Qingtang had no choice but to raise both thumbs and gently touch them together.

Li Ling’er’s eyes slowly widened. In that instant, inspiration struck, and she understood what he meant. Furious and flustered, she drew her sword and chased him. “What nonsense are you spouting!”

“He is my senior brother! Senior brother, do you understand? Once we entered the same sect, we became family! What—what are you even thinking? Absurd!”

Yu Qingtang dodged around a tree to avoid being murdered, swerving left and right, equally incredulous. “Huh? But—but Guiyi Sect has couples from the same sect!”

Li Ling’er’s movements paused. “That—that’s because they’re cousins! As for me and the one surnamed Ye, that’s a bond forged through life and death! Stronger than gold! The affection of siblings!”

She suddenly pulled Lightning, who had eaten the Thunder Spirit Grass and was lazily curled up asleep inside the spirit-beast pouch, out by the scruff, shook it once, and held it up in front of him. “This is the third child in our family!”

“How—how could you have such an absurd idea!”

Yu Qingtang looked at Lightning’s beady little eyes, then at Li Ling’er. Having made things up once, the second time came easily. “It wasn’t me who said it. There are gossip storybooks about your Guiyi Sect in Jinzhou.”

Li Ling’er was furious. “Which publisher? This young lady will tear it down!”

Still angry, she said, “What absurd storybook would write about me and him?”

Yu Qingtang thought about it, then expressed himself tactfully. “Not only you. There are also your martial aunt and senior sister.”

Li Ling’er froze, then suddenly leaned closer and asked, “Which martial aunt? Which senior sister?”

Yu Qingtang lowered his head and glanced at Lightning. His hands itched a little. “Can I pet it?”

Li Ling’er reluctantly said, “...Fine.”

Yu Qingtang stroked that glossy, sleek fluff and felt that this absurd world had suddenly become far more pleasant to look at.

How did that saying go again—the plot may be full of holes, but fluff patches everything up.

The two temporarily called a ceasefire. Yu Qingtang still kept his distance in case Li Ling’er drew her sword and stabbed at him again, and only then did he answer, “Martial Aunt Li Xunzhen. Senior Sister Jiang Xuerou.”

In the plot, this was Long Aotian’s Guiyi Sect beauty group—one martial aunt cold and proud, one senior sister gentle, and one junior sister spoiled and fierce. Each had her strengths, a hundred flowers blooming together.

Li Ling’er looked utterly shaken. She was so angry she slapped her thigh. “Li Xunzhen is my master! Jiang Xuerou is my eldest senior sister of Zhulan Peak! This, this, this...”

Light flickered in her eyes. “What does the storybook say?”

Yu Qingtang: “...”

She seemed very interested.

Li Ling’er looked at him warily. “I absolutely do not mean that I’m interested in this absurd storybook. I just want to hear what—what treasonous, outrageous things that madman wrote!”

Yu Qingtang slowly nodded, the corners of his mouth lifting. “Listening judgmentally, right?”

“Mm-hm.” Li Ling’er edged closer to him. “Tell me. I’ll judge it.”

...

After Ye Chenyan left Whatever Peak, he heard that Li Ling’er had taken Yu Qingtang to the sword-practice platform. His heart immediately tightened. He was afraid she had failed to restrain herself and wanted to duel Yu Qingtang on the platform.

But when he found Yu Qingtang at the sword-practice platform, Yu was surrounded by a group of female cultivators led by Li Ling’er. Even Li Xunzhen and Jiang Xuerou were shockingly among them.

Yu Qingtang had changed the major characters’ names and blurred the background slightly. He was telling Ye Chenyan’s Guiyi Sect love history with vivid enthusiasm. “Hua Shimiao pitied his young cousin-aunt. He felt sorry for her, alone and supporting the family business by herself, and could see the softness hidden beneath her cold, hard exterior...”

Li Xunzhen’s expression shifted slightly. She gave a cold snort. “He seems gentle and considerate, but unfortunately, it is nothing but sweet talk and smooth words. Men truly are inferior to the sword in one’s hand.”

All the senior and junior sisters nodded earnestly.

Yu Qingtang swallowed. Jiang Xuerou smiled and handed him tea. “Drink some water. No need to rush.”

Yu Qingtang gratefully drank a large mouthful, then continued. “The older cousin was always gentle and considerate, never fighting or demanding, yet she was always at his side whenever he needed her...”

Jiang Xuerou sighed softly. “But how is that mutual love? Young Master Hua is clearly only greedy for her affection, yet he does not truly keep her in his heart.”

“Ah. Poor devoted girl.”

All the senior and junior sisters nodded regretfully.

Li Ling’er poked Yu Qingtang to urge him on. “And the other one?”

Yu Qingtang shook his head lightly. “The younger cousin is lively and adorable, naturally another kind of innocent and bright. But though her sincere heart burns warm and intense, she is not as sensible as the other young ladies...”

Li Ling’er flew into a rage. “Pah! As if he deserves her!”

Yu Qingtang gulped down tea, his eyes darting left and right.

Somehow, not only had these ladies of Guiyi Sect failed to get entangled with Ye Chenyan, even their love-addled brains had cured themselves without treatment.

That probably counted as one joyous occasion.

No, three joyous occasions.

Anyway, Miaoyin Xian had not joined earlier, and the Heavenly Dao had not reacted much. That meant the harem was not all that important.

Thinking about it carefully, that was reasonable. Even without opening a harem, a Long Aotian novel was still a Long Aotian novel!

Yu Qingtang propped his face in his hands with a beaming smile. In any case, Ye Chenyan had already lost one wife. Losing one was still losing, and losing three was also losing. No major problem.

After standing in front of the sword-practice platform and watching for a while, Ye Chenyan found that no one had actually noticed him. He picked up a small pebble and tossed it at Li Ling’er’s head. She immediately cried out, “Ow!” and turned around in annoyance. “Who was that?”

Ye Chenyan crooked a finger at her, signaling for her to come over and talk.

Li Ling’er’s eyes widened slightly. For some reason, the look she gave him now carried a measure of disdain.

She ran over to him reluctantly and only then asked, “What?”

Ye Chenyan saluted from afar first, then asked, “What are you all doing?”

“Listening to a story.” Li Ling’er looked back enviously. “A Jinzhou storybook. It’s much more interesting than those repetitive conquest tales from our teahouses.”

She suddenly turned her head and lowered her voice. “What exactly are you planning? After interacting with him, I feel like he’s... not very smart. Or rather, he’s a bit silly.”

Ye Chenyan raised an eyebrow. “Coming from your mouth, that sounds a little insulting.”

“Tsk.” Li Ling’er raised her fist. “What do you mean by that?”

“You’re dragging your feet. If you want to fight him, then beat him up. If you want to expose him, expose him sooner. All this sticky, muddled nonsense... I’m telling you, I’m a blunt person. I can’t guarantee how long I’ll keep your secret for you.”

Ye Chenyan raised an eyebrow. “There’s no hurry.”

“No hurry?” Li Ling’er looked even more anxious than him.

“Back then, what I said was this: if I delivered the betrothal letter to his door and he answered honestly, I would invite him to a fight on the Golden Core Competition stage. Win or lose, after that, we would be even.” Ye Chenyan folded his arms over his chest, his gaze deep. “But if he insists on keeping this lie going...”

“Then I’ll act along with him and see how long he can hold out.”

Li Ling’er slowly narrowed her eyes, her expression unfriendly.

Ye Chenyan was puzzled. “What is that expression?”

Li Ling’er could not help tightening her grip on her sword hilt, then loosened it again. “...Not good. I almost got too immersed in the plot.”

She took a deep breath and pointed toward the sword-practice platform. “Forget it. I’m not getting involved with you anymore. Go on up first. My master wants to spar with you.”

She paused. No one knew what she had thought of, but she hurriedly added, “The iron-hard kind of sparring. She will not reveal the slightest softness hidden in her heart.”

Ye Chenyan: “What?”

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