Song Jincheng wanted to scream for help, but Feng Jun cast a spell, silencing his vocal cords.
He realized Feng Jun hadn't laid a hand on Song Qingshi yet, and made frantic gestures, trying to convey the grim reality of the monster's cannibalistic tendencies before his death.
After pondering for a while, Song Qingshi understood, "You're hungry? You want me to dine with you?"
Song Jincheng was so angry that he felt tears coming to his eyes. He wanted to throttle this fool.
"Qingshi, you didn't rest well last night. Sleep a little longer," Feng Jun walked in leisurely, wearing thin silk gloves and smiling. "Coincidentally, Xiao Bai is also hungry. I'll take them outside to find something to eat."
The White Dragon next to him heard this and immediately darted over to grab Song Jincheng's arm, sticking its tongue out and whining, "I'm hungry."
What does a giant serpent eat when it's hungry?
Song Jincheng looked at those innocently golden vertical pupils and forked tongue, feeling dizzy. Unable to resist the terrifying strength gripping his arm, he was forcibly dragged out the door amidst Song Qingshi's wishes of "eat well, be full," and thrown into the woodshed. Then, he watched Feng Jun cast a barrier, isolating him from the world.
He remembered the teachings of the Medicine King Valley and decided to meet his end with heroism.
Feng Jun lit a strange kind of incense.
Upon smelling the odd aroma, Song Jincheng's eyes went dark, and he passed out. When he awoke, he found himself confined to a dungeon, filled only with piles of books and scrolls. Mr. Yue appeared before him, stating that he had committed too many mistakes and was sent back to the Medicine King Valley for reflection. He would be released only upon completing all the medical texts.
He spent a full decade memorizing texts and completing scrolls, losing all his hair in the process, yet still couldn't finish...
Song Jincheng grabbed his head, collapsing into sobs that shattered the dream.
When he woke up, Feng Jun was standing in front of him, the colossal serpent coiling beside him, filling up the entire woodshed. Its lantern-like eyes fixated on him, a gaping mouth revealing two sharp fangs, its long tongue almost sweeping across Song Jincheng's face.
Song Jincheng first touched his head to make sure his hair was still there.
Feng Jun picked up a second stick of dream-weaving incense, ready to light it...
Without hesitation, Song Jincheng fell to his knees, "I was wrong! You can have me do anything as long as it doesn't involve studying!"
Even if it meant being devoured by the giant serpent, he couldn't bear the thought of returning to that dungeon to study.
Having toyed with dream-weaving incense for so long, Feng Jun had never seen such a useless fellow. The original three-year nightmare stretched to ten years, and he still forcibly woke up. Intrigued, Feng Jun considered whether he should try a ten-year or even a hundred-year nightmare on this rare subject.
Finding the woodshed too cramped, the giant serpent transformed back into a human shape, obediently squatting beside Feng Jun.
Song Jincheng suddenly recalled a book he had secretly read behind his parents' backs: the immortal lord of the Summit of Immortality had a serpent familiar... It had cultivated for thousands of years, was enormous in size, violent in temperament, and had an impressive list of battle accomplishments. It could transform into a child to deceive enemies. The description closely matched the creature before him.
The terrifying serpent was utterly submissive and obedient to Feng Jun.
Then what could Feng Jun's true identity be?
Rumor had it that the Divine Lord of the Indomitable Peak had thousands of incarnations in the world.
An uncontrollable thought gripped Song Jincheng, weakening his knees. Sects that had offended the Indomitable Peak were annihilated over the millennia. A single foolish word or deed could lead to the downfall of his own Yao Wang Valley. Thinking of his family, masters, and friends, he was so frightened that he was rendered tearless. Why had he cared about Song Qingshi attracting the attention of a male demon?
After all, it was just a temporary plight!
Men could endure it; close your eyes and it will be over. What was there to fear?
He promptly advised Song Qingshi to accept his fate.
Song Jincheng ingratiatingly said, "I noticed that Qingshi seems to have taken a liking to you, Lord Feng. You must be the one he cherishes in his heart."
Lord Feng slightly raised his eyebrows.
"When I found Qingshi, he had lost some of his memories but he remembered having someone he dearly loved. He even wrote about her in his notebook, holding it as a treasured item. He's eager to find her," Song Jincheng spilled all the details from the notebook, strongly hinting that Lord Feng should impersonate this mystery woman, making Song Qingshi's end more blissful. "This person likes red and white, enjoys sword training, potion-making, and reading. She collects beautiful rocks and gems, and her birthday seems to be sometime in February…"
Lord Feng paused: "February 14th?"
Song Jincheng: "Exactly!"
Lord Feng remained silent for a long while, signaling Haolong to educate this fool and teach him to be more understanding and obedient. Then, he lifted the barrier and left the woodshed.
...
Having stayed up for most of the night, Song Qingshi was drowsy when he felt something warm and fragrant crawl into his blanket. Instinctively, he embraced it, burrowing into its warmth, holding it tightly as if afraid it would slip away.
It turns out that the one he was searching for was not the mission's target, but himself...
Lord Feng stared intently at the person cradled in his arms.
Each time he accessed Zhao Ye's memories, it was a painful experience. In those so-called "rescue the tragic protagonist" missions, Zhao Ye always went to great lengths to be loyal, gentle, powerful, and attentive to the protagonists, uttering sweet words and making great sacrifices, even to the point of getting injured or near-death for them. Each protagonist would fall head over heels in love with Zhao Ye, pledging both body and soul. However, once he switched worlds, Zhao Ye would wipe his emotional slate clean and repeat the same redemption story with a new protagonist.
Was this salvation, or mere manipulation?
He felt an uncontrollable surge of anger and fear.
Stealthily, Lord Feng placed his hand on Song Qingshi's chest, feeling the heartbeat within. At his angriest, he had thought more than once about ripping out Song Qingshi's heart if he ever behaved towards a new target the way he had towards him. He considered turning his body into a puppet and hiding away his soul so that he would never have to hear him whisper sweet nothings to anyone else or witness his tenderness directed towards another.
Such thoughts were deeply pathological, capable of harming the one he loved...
He struggled to maintain control. There were lines that even death should not allow him to cross.
Fortunately, Song Qing Shi has never let him down.
Lingering resentment and entangled grievances dissipated like morning fog cleared by a gentle breeze, revealing a clear sky.
Feng Jun couldn't help but laugh. Vines called "Blood Kings" stretched out from all directions, wrapping Song Qing Shi in an embrace and landing him a kiss. As Song Qing Shi opened his eyes and saw Feng Jun's radiant smile, he felt utterly enchanted. He finally understood the meaning behind historical phrases like "strategies distract the warlords" and literary ones like "from then on, the king no longer attends morning court."
Although these red vines were peculiar and bound his limbs tightly, making him immobile, some even snaked into his clothes and coiled around his waist, making him feel ticklish.
As long as Feng Jun is happy, that's all that matters!
Feng Jun nibbled on his earlobe and asked, "May I take a look at your bag of mustard seeds?"
Song Qing Shi obediently handed over the bag: "It's all yours."
Finances should be handed over to the one you love; pocket money is enough for him.
Feng Jun rummaged through his bag of mustard seeds for a while, finally pulling out a notebook buried beneath the spirit stones. After flipping through a few pages, he smiled and asked, "Jin Cheng said that this notebook mentions who you like. Tell me, who is it?"
Song Qing Shi startled awake, wanting to retrieve the notebook but found himself unable to move.
He's faced with a life-or-death question! Answer incorrectly, and he risks anything from a beating to a breakup!
Song Qing Shi decisively said, "It's you!"
Feng Jun waved the notebook and continued asking, "Since you know it's me, do you know if I'm male or female?"
Song Qing Shi smartly replied, "Male."
Feng Jun tilted up his chin, feigning anger, "How did you know?"
"By observing the pelvic bone," Song Qing Shi quickly explained. "I've dissected many cadavers and studied the skeletal structures of men and women. Men have narrow, tall pelvic bones, while women have wider, shorter ones. This affects the way they walk. Men's pelvic bones move less, while women's move more."
Initially, he was distracted by Feng Jun's beauty and then distracted by a giant snake, so he didn't think much of it. Once he got to the inn and felt that something was off, he figured it out. After all, crossdressing is not uncommon in modern society.
Feng Jun was taken aback for a moment. A medical student's perspective was quite novel, touching upon points he had never considered. After a while, he asked, "Why didn't you expose me?"
Song Qing Shi felt aggrieved, "That's your hobby, exposing it wouldn't be right."
Even though it may seem odd, everyone has their own interests and hobbies. Just as he enjoys studying corpses and organs, which might seem strange to others, there's no reason to expose Feng Jun if he enjoys crossdressing—especially when he looks so beautiful doing it.
Song Qing Shi patted his chest to reassure: "I'm totally fine with you crossdressing! You look beautiful! I love it! Feel free to wear whatever you like!"
Feng Jun looked at him, feeling a pang in his heart.
Song Qing Shi continued to praise: "Although I was surprised to find out I'm attracted to a man, Feng Jun's physique is petite, so I find it less intimidating and easier to adapt to."
Feng Jun felt even more distressed: "So, you don't like taller guys?"
Although his original body was quite perfect, it was taller and more robust than Yue Wu Huan from back in the day...
Song Qing Shi, always self-conscious about his slender build, sought to reassure his partner: "Don't worry, I'm not into tall and muscular men. I prefer your gentle and adorable physique."
Feng Jun pondered for a while, then cautiously asked: "Are you afraid you won't be able to handle someone taller?"
Song Qing Shi affirmed: "Yes, I couldn't handle it."
His youthful face made him look like a child next to a tall, mature man, which would hurt his pride.
Feng Jun's heart felt increasingly heavy. For now, he decided to maintain his youthful appearance until further adjustments could be made. Confident in his attractiveness, he was fine in either male or female attire, so long as Song Qing Shi approved.
Song Qing Shi committed to the journey to Tian Wu Gate; there was no backing out until everything was accomplished.
"I'm already before you, so there's no need to keep that notebook," Feng Jun considered, taking away the notebook filled with references to Yue Wu Huan. He initially wanted to tear it up, but seeing Song Qing Shi's reluctant expression, he tucked it into his own bag of mustard seeds. He then handed Song Qing Shi a blank new notebook, smiling, "Since we're no longer bound by the past, why not start anew?"
Although touched by the sentiment, he wanted to thoroughly deal with any memories related to Yue Wu Huan before he could feel at ease...
Song Qing Shi thought about it and agreed.
He earnestly wrote in the notebook: Likes Crossdressing.
Feng Jun: "…"