After Crossdressing and Provoking Long AoTian

“Misunderstanding!” Ye Chenyan clarified at top speed, then introduced the two of them to each other. “This is Guiyi Sect’s eldest senior brother, Sword Sovereign Tianyi’s personal disciple, Wen Rubing.”

He pointed at Yu Qingtang. “And this is that Yu Qingtang of Biehe Sect.”

Wen Rubing raised a hand, his expression grave. “It does not matter who she is. You still cannot bully her at will!”

He paused, seeming to find the name familiar. “Wait. Could she be the one you’ve been thinking about all this time? Then why would you...”

Ye Chenyan shrugged. “I already said it was a misunderstanding.”

Only then did Wen Rubing turn around.

His posture was tall and straight, dignified and steady, with an upright righteousness about him. He could indeed be called a proper gentleman. With a trace of concern, he asked Yu Qingtang, “Is that true?”

“Miss Yu, you need not worry. Although you came alone, Guiyi Sect has always been fair. If he truly bullied you, I will absolutely not tolerate it.”

Yu Qingtang quickly shook his head. “No, no, it really was a misunderstanding! I was just demonstrating my sect’s ultimate technique...”

Wen Rubing frowned slightly. “Your sect’s ultimate technique? Why not go to the sword-practice platform? Why exchange moves here?”

Ye Chenyan held back his laughter. “Naturally because it is not very convenient to show other people.”

Only now did Yu Qingtang belatedly feel a little embarrassed. He touched his nose guiltily and echoed, “Mm-hm.”

Wen Rubing grew even more confused. “What ultimate technique?”

Ye Chenyan sighed. “Must Eldest Senior Brother really get to the bottom of this?”

Wen Rubing furrowed his brows. “When one has doubts, one should naturally ask until everything is clear.”

Yu Qingtang guiltily thought that if his Master learned he was going around publicizing Biehe Sect’s ultimate technique like this, he wondered whether Daoist Idle Crane would chase him all the way to Guiyi Sect to beat him.

With a mysterious flicker of sect pride suddenly igniting inside him, Yu Qingtang spoke in a voice as tiny as a mosquito, trying to muddle through. “...Begging for mercy.”

Whether Wen Rubing had not heard clearly or thought he had misheard, he asked again, “What?”

Yu Qingtang shut his eyes. Thinking that Biehe Sect did not have much face to lose anyway, he shouted loudly, “What I was demonstrating was Biehe Sect’s life-saving ultimate technique—begging for mercy!”

Ye Chenyan could not hold back a muffled laugh.

Wen Rubing looked at him. Ye Chenyan immediately restrained his smile and saluted with cupped fists. “Senior Brother, see? I was not bullying him.”

Wen Rubing opened and closed his mouth several times but could not speak.

If a Guiyi Sect disciple had said such a thing, he would definitely have properly taught them what it meant to rather break than bend, to rather die than yield.

But the young lady before him was not a Guiyi Sect disciple. His stomach was full of principles, yet he did not know where to begin. For a moment, he and Yu Qingtang simply stared at each other, unable to say anything.

His face flushed from holding it in, and finally, he managed only one sentence. “Miss Yu’s ultimate move... should generally not be used. It is truly...”

Yu Qingtang quickly nodded. “It’s called an ultimate move, so of course it should only be used as a last resort!”

Wen Rubing shook his head helplessly, then turned and apologized to Ye Chenyan. “Junior Brother Ye, I misunderstood. My apologies.”

Ye Chenyan stepped aside to avoid accepting it directly and returned the salute casually. “No need, Eldest Senior Brother. It was nothing serious.”

“Besides, I am usually not steady enough myself. I will reflect on it.”

He pulled Yu Qingtang and was about to leave, but Wen Rubing called after him. “Wait.”

Wen Rubing’s gaze swept over the two of them. Suddenly, he drew his longsword and held it horizontally before him. “Master often says I am not flexible enough and often fail to hear implied meanings.”

“This sword is named Utmost Sincerity. To be safe, I ask the two of you to swear upon this sword.”

Yu Qingtang’s eyes widened in shock. “Huh?”

Ye Chenyan, evidently familiar with the process, placed his hand on the sword and motioned for Yu Qingtang to do the same. “Just repeat after me.”

“I, Ye Chenyan, swear that I did not toy with Eldest Senior Brother.”

Yu Qingtang hurriedly followed along. “I, Ye Chenyan...”

“Cough.” Ye Chenyan reminded him helplessly, “You have to change the name.”

“Oh, oh!” Yu Qingtang started over. “I, Yu Qingtang, swear that I did not toy with Eldest Senior Brother.”

Wen Rubing looked puzzled. “Why is it about toying with me? I was asking the two of you to swear that you did not...”

“It means everything we said just now was true.” Ye Chenyan smiled and patted his shoulder. “We’re leaving, Eldest Senior Brother.”

“Hey—” Wen Rubing was helpless and called after his back, “For this Golden Core Competition, are you truly not going to act together with the sect? I know you and several of the elders have always...”

“I’ve always refused discipline.” Ye Chenyan did not look back and only waved. “If I went, I would act wildly and cause discord among the disciples. That would only create trouble for Eldest Senior Brother.”

Yu Qingtang secretly observed the exchange between these two famous figures of Guiyi Sect. Very politely, he finished his farewells before following along. “Farewell, farewell.”

Eldest Senior Brother nodded slightly and could not help sighing.

Yu Qingtang caught up with Ye Chenyan and asked, “You and your sect...”

After thinking it over, he felt there was no need to ask too much. He reached out, patted Ye Chenyan’s shoulder encouragingly, and said, “Those who wish to become supreme must bear the weight of it.”

“Supreme?” Ye Chenyan was slightly startled, then turned his head in amusement. “Little Junior Sister told you?”

“In the past, she couldn’t stand other people looking down on me, so she stood up for me and spread everywhere the half-sentence she overheard from Master. Whenever she saw someone, she would say I would become supreme under heaven in the future.”

“I even went to ask Master about it, but all he ever says is ‘the secrets of heaven must not be revealed.’”

He brought Yu Qingtang back into Whatever Peak’s territory. “That old man is sly as anything. All day long, he puts on that face like he knows everything but insists on not telling you. Whatever he calculates, he never tells me.”

“From childhood until now, he has only ever told me one divination.”

Yu Qingtang froze. This was not in the original plot. He pricked up his ears and pressed, “What divination?”

Ye Chenyan turned to look at him and said with a smile, “One day, I woke up and saw his face hanging over my bed. He was smiling with obvious delight at my misfortune and said—oh no, bad news, disciple. Last night I observed the stars and discovered that your Ziwei Emperor Star fate was knocked crooked by a star from beyond the heavens. Your fate has changed drastically, and you can no longer become supreme!”

Yu Qingtang was extremely shocked. “Huh?”

For a moment, he did not know whether he should first be shocked by Tianji Zi’s excellent mentality, or shocked that Ye Chenyan’s fate had actually changed.

This was not in the original novel!

He cautiously asked further, “When did that happen?”

Ye Chenyan did not answer clearly. “I don’t really remember. Probably when I was young.”

Yu Qingtang’s heart gave a thump—that so-called star from beyond the heavens couldn’t be him, could it?

Ye Chenyan raised an eyebrow. “Why are you panicking? He has always liked talking nonsense. No need to mind him.”

Yu Qingtang said earnestly, “I think you should believe at least some of it.”

Ye Chenyan suddenly leaned closer, reached out, tapped the spot between his brows, and said in a low voice, “Even if it’s true... my fate is mine, not heaven’s.”

Yu Qingtang: “...”

This kid still refused to believe in evil.

He could not help shaking his head, but inwardly, he muttered that judging from this, Tianji Zi had probably calculated everything.

Although Tianji Zi had not told Ye Chenyan about the divination now, who knew when he might suddenly feel inspired...

No. He could not stay this passive forever. He had to find a way to take the initiative.

Yu Qingtang raised his head with a determined gaze. Then his steps suddenly paused as he sensed something was not quite right—if Tianji Zi had never told Ye Chenyan anything else apart from that one divination, then...

Yu Qingtang confirmed again, “Apart from that, he never told you anything else?”

“Mm.” Ye Chenyan nodded slightly.

Yu Qingtang abruptly raised a hand and pointed at him. “Then you told my eldest senior sister that Senior Tianji Zi calculated I was at home, and that’s why you came to deliver the betrothal letter!”

Ye Chenyan: “!”

Yu Qingtang finally reacted. “You lied!”

“Wait!” Ye Chenyan took a step back. “That was just... all’s fair in war!”

Ye Chenyan suddenly turned and fled. Yu Qingtang subconsciously broke into a run and chased after him, only realizing after a few steps—why was he chasing him?

Yu Qingtang stopped where he was. Ye Chenyan looked back and raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? You’re not chasing anymore?”

“Do you still not feel like you’ve run enough?” Yu Qingtang waved a hand with perfect confidence. “Why should I chase you? I can’t beat you anyway.”

Ye Chenyan stood where he was and could not help laughing. “You haven’t even tried. Maybe if you hit me, I wouldn’t fight back at all.”

Yu Qingtang was skeptical. “Really?”

Ye Chenyan was certain. “Really.”

Yu Qingtang suddenly swung a fist at him, only to stop dangerously close before his eyes. Ye Chenyan really did look at him with a smile, not even blinking once.

Yu Qingtang’s eyes widened slightly. “You really didn’t dodge?”

Ye Chenyan tilted his head at him. “You really didn’t hit?”

Yu Qingtang withdrew his fist and breathed on it. “Who said I’m not hitting? I’m warming up.”

With laughter in his eyes, Ye Chenyan leaned his face over and turned it slightly. “Left side or right side?”

Yu Qingtang hesitated a little, then cleared his throat. “Cough. You don’t hit people in the face. Neither left nor right would be very polite.”

“Ha!”

He threw a fierce punch and struck Ye Chenyan on the shoulder—Ye Chenyan did not budge.

“All right.” Yu Qingtang only sought effort, not results. After hitting him, he turned around gracefully with his hands clasped behind his back and lightly shook one hand.

This kid could not even be described as thick-skinned and sturdy anymore. He was practically indestructible.

But in a certain sense, Yu Qingtang was now also a man who had hit Long Aotian. Pretty impressive, really.

Ye Chenyan blinked, lowered his head to look at his left shoulder, and could not help smiling.

Yu Qingtang looked back. “What are you laughing at?”

“Cough.” Ye Chenyan covered his left shoulder, pretended to be injured, and gave him a thumbs-up. “Powerful.”

His expression was sincere. Yu Qingtang’s expression was complicated. “...Are you coaxing a child?”

Ye Chenyan suppressed his laughter and walked forward beside him. “Now that you’ve hit me, have you vented?”

“If not, you can hit the other side too, for symmetry.”

He very cooperatively offered up his right shoulder.

Yu Qingtang’s expression turned subtle. “...This is the first time I’ve heard a request like that.”

He raised his fist, then suddenly struck Ye Chenyan’s left shoulder again before turning and running. “I refuse to make it symmetrical!”

Drive obsessive people mad!

Although he did not know whether Ye Chenyan was obsessive. But what if?

Ye Chenyan was inexplicably punched twice, yet he laughed so hard he almost could not straighten his waist. He could not help asking, “Have you never fought anyone before?”

“Mm—” Yu Qingtang fell into thought. “If you really have to count it, I’ve fought fish, and I’ve fought chickens... Don’t laugh! The pheasants of Shanyuan Peak in Biehe Sect can count as fierce birds too!”

He emphasized, “And we music cultivators don’t call it fighting.”

Ye Chenyan’s brows and eyes were full of laughter as he nodded in understanding. “Oh—do you call it a magical duel?”

“Tsk.” Yu Qingtang shook his head in disdain. “Music—how could that be called a magical duel? At most, it’s called... a performance battle.”

“Winning or losing isn’t important. What matters is exchange, the collision of music, the eruption of inspiration!”

He gestured with a perfectly serious air, and Ye Chenyan nodded while holding back laughter. “Good!”

He raised a hand and pointed to a room. “We have to stay here tonight. I tidied up a room for you, so make do for one night. Tomorrow, we’ll go down the mountain to Ascension Tower. I’ll treat you to something good.”

Yu Qingtang nodded reservedly. “It’s not that I want to eat something good. Mainly, I just think the name Ascension Tower is auspicious.”

Ye Chenyan curved his lips. He probably had not noticed what kind of smile was on his face as he nodded along. “Naturally, naturally.”

...

Night fell. Whatever Peak was silent.

Yu Qingtang sprang up from the bed like a carp flipping upright, quietly pushed open the door, and looked around warily. Then he jogged all the way to Tianji Zi’s door.

He lightly knocked on the window and asked in a low voice, “Senior Tianji Zi, are you asleep?”

The room was silent for a moment before a voice sounded. “Coming here late at night, Miss Yu—what is the meaning of this?”

Yu Qingtang tried pushing the door. It opened without the slightest resistance. Inside, on the couch, lay a white-haired old Daoist holding a wine jug, looking exactly like the old immortals modern people stereotypically imagined.

Yu Qingtang took a deep breath and threw himself to the floor with the graceful posture of someone diving into water. He pressed his hands together and spoke devoutly. “Senior, I have come to turn myself in.”

As a modern person, he was somewhat resistant to kneeling and kowtowing, but he was already sprawled on the ground in a full five-point prostration. Presumably, Senior Tianji Zi should be able to feel his sincerity.

When he did not immediately hear a response, Yu Qingtang secretly lifted his eyelids for a look. The old immortal’s eyes were round with surprise.

Their eyes met. Tianji Zi leaned back and exhaled. “You gave me a fright.”

He touched his own face. “I thought you came here in the middle of the night because my daytime appearance was too handsome and made my foolish disciple pale by comparison...”

Yu Qingtang lay on the ground. “...Senior, do you know what shame is?”

Tianji Zi blinked. “What is shame?”

He jumped down from the couch and also sprawled on the ground facing Yu Qingtang. Just like that, the two of them lay face-to-face while Tianji Zi asked with a smile, “What have you come to turn yourself in for?”

Yu Qingtang had already memorized his lines thoroughly and strove to express the clearest, most sincere meaning in the fewest words. In one breath, he said, “I’m that star’s otherworldly flying man!”

He choked, then corrected himself. “Backwards! I’m that man’s otherworldly flying star!”

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