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Ch154 - Side CP Jin Yiyuan X Chu Fenghan




A narrow, cramped alley, quiet and cold.
Only a few steps away was the bustling main street, voices clamorous, faintly hearing distant vendors and customers chatting.
Chu Fenghan suppressed his rapid breathing, slender neck gripped from behind by a hand, forced tears sliding down his face, across his jaw into his neck, silently flowing down along that person’s tiger’s mouth.
“You…”
The person behind pressed Chu Fenghan against the wall, leaning close to his ear with a laugh: “What, want to beg me now?”
Chu Fenghan’s pupils dilated. The spirit artifact on his wrist restricting his cultivation made sizzling sounds, seemingly ready to be forcibly broken by his spiritual energy at any moment.
But just as he was about to break through the artifact’s restriction, a hand reached over again, squeezing into the gaps between his nearly spasming fingers with force, attempting to create an intimate, ambiguous posture.
Fingers intertwined.
“Chu Fenghan, you…”
“Senior Brother Chu.”
Chu Fenghan suddenly jolted awake from his dream. His cool eyes rarely showed some confusion. After surveying his surroundings for a while, he realized he was on Wendao Academy’s tower ship.
Not in that narrow alley being done as that dog pleased.
Chu Fenghan regulated his breathing. Only after his breath steadied did he say coldly: “What is it?”
The disciple stammered: “Ahead, Jianliang Academy’s spirit boat is blocking the way.”
Because of a dog surnamed Jin, Chu Fenghan had no favorable impression of the entire Jianliang Academy. He immediately darkened his expression: “Ram it.”
Disciple: “…”
The tower ship ultimately didn’t ram. Chu Fenghan walked out from the top floor with a dark expression, riding the wind down to the deck, expressionlessly watching the spirit boat floating ahead.
The Ten Great Academies had already sent their graduating students to the deep mountain secret realm for training. Chu Fenghan initially thought Jin Yiyuan was shamelessly hitching a ride on Jianliang Academy’s spirit boat to chase him again, about to curse.
But looking closely, the person didn’t seem to be a Jianliang Academy student. Instead, he looked like the attendant who’d always followed Jin Yiyuan at the Jin family.
That little attendant’s eyes brightened upon seeing Chu Fenghan. He directly slid to his knees with a thud, beginning to wail: “Master Chu! Disciplinarian Chu! Help!”
Chu Fenghan: “…”
Chu Fenghan’s brows furrowed tightly as he said sternly: “Stand up first.”
The attendant sobbed: “My young master is now in mortal danger. He left word wanting to see you one last time. I hope you’ll see him for the sake of being classmates.”
Chu Fenghan’s expression instantly changed: “…Who?”
Attendant: “Young Master Jin.”
The Jin family’s young master naturally referred to their only son, Jin Yiyuan.
Chu Fenghan looked down at the attendant for a long moment, staring until the half-grown child trembled, before expressionlessly withdrawing his gaze, saying coldly: “If he’s tricked me again, I’ll make him truly ‘in mortal danger.'”
The attendant swallowed with difficulty, stammering yes.
Chu Fenghan acted decisively, handing the tower ship to the vice-disciplinarian who’d accompanied him, having him send the ship back to Wendao Academy first.
He’d return in three days to use the tower ship to collect students after training. Then he gracefully boarded Jianliang Academy’s spirit boat, heading all the way toward the Jin family’s mountain gate at Cangai Peak.
Cangai Peak had just experienced rain. Cloud and mist wreathed the mountain, like an immortal’s dwelling.
Chu Fenghan had never believed that lively dog bastard would be “in mortal danger,” but following the attendant into the luxurious courtyard where the young master lived, smelling that strong scent of blood, his heart gradually sank.
The attendant led Chu Fenghan into the inner chamber.
Shadowy bed curtains partially concealed the person lying on the bed. Only a pale hand hanging over the bed’s edge was faintly visible, accompanied by muffled coughing sounds—just hearing them made one’s lungs ache.
Chu Fenghan stopped in place, staring in a daze.
The attendant urged tearfully: “Master Chu?”
Only then did Chu Fenghan snap awake, slowly stepping forward.
The carved wooden window opened. The incoming wind blew the bed curtains aside, finally revealing the person on the bed.
It was indeed Jin Yiyuan.
Chu Fenghan’s breathing paused.
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Truly looked to be in mortal danger.
Chu Fenghan turned back frowning: “Why not use spirit medicine to stop his bleeding? How did he get injured like this?”
The attendant stammered: “The sect master struck him and ordered us not to treat him.”
Chu Fenghan was secretly shocked.
Jin Yiyuan was Cangai Peak’s only son. His spirited, arrogant temperament was also indulged by the entire sect. The sect master always indulged him—how could he strike him to this state?
The attendant said quietly: “Reportedly… because the sect master arranged a marriage for him. He swore to resist, thus defying his elder, nearly enraging the sect master to qi deviation.”
Chu Fenghan: “…”
Jin Yiyuan indeed had the ability to infuriate people.
No wonder the usually surrounded Young Master Jin was alone in this courtyard—probably under the sect master’s prohibition.
Chu Fenghan frowned. Though he had grievances with Jin Yiyuan, he’d never wanted to watch him die.
The little attendant said timidly: “The sect master won’t let me serve here. I… I must go.”
With that, he bowed and hurriedly ran off.
The vast courtyard left only Chu Fenghan and the half-dead Jin Yiyuan.
Chu Fenghan’s brows never relaxed. He quickly stepped forward, sitting on the bed’s edge, grasping Jin Yiyuan’s icy hand to channel spiritual energy into him.
Jin Yiyuan suddenly flung his hand away in his daze, lips barely moving, voice faint as gossamer: “Beat me to death, don’t save me…”
Chu Fenghan did want to beat him to death.
Ignoring Jin Yiyuan’s weak struggles, he directly channeled spiritual energy to stop the bleeding, then took out spirit medicine to stuff in his mouth.
Jin Yiyuan was still resisting his father, wanting to exhaust himself to death to make his father accept his son was a cut-sleeve. In his muddled consciousness, feeling someone pinching his mouth, he immediately struggled stubbornly with all his might.
“No… won’t eat…”
Seeing him still being fussy in this state, Chu Fenghan directly used spiritual energy to fix him to the bed, fingers pressing his jaw to forcibly stuff the spirit medicine in.
But Jin Yiyuan absolutely refused to cooperate, only his neck could move as he struggled desperately.
Seeing him thrash until the blood flowed more, Chu Fenghan immediately raised his hand and slapped him.
“Smack.”
After freezing briefly, Jin Yiyuan immediately settled down, obediently opening his mouth to swallow that spirit pill.
Chu Fenghan: “…”
Truly brain-damaged.
The spirit medicine Chu Fenghan gave was a spirit pill he’d saved up long to buy, extremely effective. Upon entering, it transformed into spiritual energy flooding the five organs and six bowels. Jin Yiyuan’s wounds immediately stopped bleeding.
Seeing some color finally return to his pale face, Chu Fenghan inconspicuously sighed in relief.
Jin Yiyuan felt himself dazed for a long time, seemingly having a dream where Chu Fenghan specifically came to slap him. Then bodily exhaustion and pain gradually dispersed, consciousness finally slowly clearing.
Seemed like nightfall already.
Jin Yiyuan struggled to open his eyes, staring at the bed curtains for a long time before casually surveying his surroundings, wanting to find water.
But with a turn of his head, he suddenly froze.
Cangai Peak was raining again.
The patter of rain came from outside the window. In the darkness, only a bean-sized lamp burned on the small table by the bed, illuminating the small space with warmth and brightness.
Chu Fenghan was leaning against the bed post with eyes closed, feathered lashes casting butterfly-like shadows on his eyelids in the candlelight—extremely beautiful.
Jin Yiyuan stared dumbfounded.
This was Cangai Peak. Chu Fenghan couldn’t possibly come voluntarily to see him, much less specifically stay by the bed caring for him.
Mm, definitely a dream.
Since it was a dream, Jin Yiyuan’s courage grew. Gathering some strength, he reached out and hugged Chu Fenghan.
Chu Fenghan jolted awake. Before reacting, he felt the world spin as powerful hands lifted him through the air, pressing him onto the soft bed with a thud.
Jin Yiyuan contentedly held his beloved pressed beneath him, burying himself in Chu Fenghan’s neck hollow to smell that entrancing cold aura, like a foraging dog.
Chu Fenghan’s expression darkened slightly, saying coldly: “Get off. Don’t make me hit you.”
Jin Yiyuan was even happier.
This dream was too realistic—even Chu Fenghan’s tone was exactly like usual.
Wanted to continue a bit longer.
Jin Yiyuan like a large dog directly pressed on Chu Fenghan. After just staying close briefly, his mind started wandering, tentatively kissing the snow-white neck within reach.
But immediately regretted after kissing.
According to Chu Fenghan’s temperament, being so violated, he’d definitely whip him flying.
Yet the person beneath seemed to be trembling, with no sign of whipping anyone.
Jin Yiyuan immediately pushed his luck, about to go further, when he felt his body instantly airborne, awkwardly flying backward.
Chu Fenghan trembled all over with rage. After a long while, he finally drew the long whip from his waist, saying coldly: “If you don’t wake up, I’ll whip you awake.”
Jin Yiyuan: “…”
Jin Yiyuan sat shivering on the cold ground, completely awake now.
Chu Fenghan glared at him with a cold face, initially thinking this person would again be shameless and grinning like before.
But suddenly Jin Yiyuan’s expression changed. He struggled to get up and checked himself thoroughly in a water mirror, his face that had just regained color immediately turning white again.
Chu Fenghan didn’t understand, frowning at him.
Jin Yiyuan looked grief-stricken, pupils trembling as he looked at Chu Fenghan: “You… you saw…”
How well Chu Fenghan understood him. Seeing him nearly lost half his life yet still concerned about his appearance, nearly laughing in anger, he said directly: “Yes, saw you disheveled, slovenly and wretched—already burned into my brain, can’t forget it.”
Jin Yiyuan was thunderstruck, staggering back half a step, saying painfully: “No… no!”
Chu Fenghan: “???”
Jin Yiyuan, as if having been violated, suddenly fled out the door.
Chu Fenghan: “…”
What now?
Moments later, Jin Yiyuan returned.
Chu Fenghan was already preparing to have someone fetch him. Casually glancing up, he immediately froze.
In less than a quarter hour, Jin Yiyuan looked like a completely different person. The disheveled, blood-stained robes were changed. His long hair was tied meticulously yet left one strand loose to display elegance.
Wearing luxurious scented robes, he recovered his usual casual manner, walking to Chu Fenghan’s side with a smile: “Since you rarely visit Cangai Peak, let me take you out for a tour.”
Acting as if nothing had happened earlier.
Chu Fenghan looked at him expressionlessly.
“Come on.” Jin Yiyuan was thick-faced to the extreme, grinning shamelessly: “Since we entered the academy, you haven’t visited Cangai Peak. I’m telling you, it’s changed a lot. That fragrant pear tree you like bore many fruits this year. I’ve saved them all for you—didn’t let anyone eat them.”
Chu Fenghan was always soft-hearted, not hard-hearted. His attitude obviously softened. Taking the long whip from his hand, he wound it round and round at his waist.
Jin Yiyuan stared at his waist.
Chu Fenghan said with a half-smile: “Do you still want your eyes?”
Jin Yiyuan immediately averted his gaze.
After securing the whip, Chu Fenghan said coolly: “Let’s go then.”
Seeing Chu Fenghan actually preparing to go out with him, Jin Yiyuan was immediately shocked: “You… you’ll really go?”
Chu Fenghan’s beautiful, cold eyes slanted at him.
Jin Yiyuan quickly said: “This humble one will lead the way for you.”
Chu Fenghan stepped forward, following him out of the courtyard.
The fragrant pear tree Jin Yiyuan mentioned had indeed borne many fruits. Chu Fenghan stood under the tree, glanced once, and turned to leave.
Jin Yiyuan quickly stopped him: “Just… really only one look?”
“What else?”
“Don’t you want to eat them?” Jin Yiyuan said. “You used to love eating these.”
Chu Fenghan pressed his lips together. After a long while: “You before… weren’t this much of a bastard either.”
This was the first time Chu Fenghan mentioned this since their falling out. Jin Yiyuan held his breath, like fearing a kitten that had finally poked its head out would shrink back again, saying softly: “That night truly was just coincidence… I didn’t know you were on patrol duty catching people.”
Chu Fenghan sneered coldly: “So you got jealous and took me in that filthy place?”
Jin Yiyuan: “…”
Such explicit words from the cold, beautiful person had extreme impact. Anyway, Jin Yiyuan was speechless—though whether from shock or arousal was unclear.
Chu Fenghan was silent for a while, then said: “Does your father know you’re a cut-sleeve?”
“He knows now.” Jin Yiyuan nodded. “I even said I’d marry none but you—that’s what angered him so much.”
Chu Fenghan rubbed his brow, slightly turning.
Jin Yiyuan thought he was leaving, quickly about to stop him. But he saw Chu Fenghan only raise his hand, using spiritual energy to pluck a pear down.
Chu Fenghan stared at the pear. Somehow his brows suddenly showed a trace of helpless smile—fleeting.
But Jin Dog caught it.
This was the first smile Chu Fenghan had shown him in all these years.
Jin Yiyuan struck while the iron was hot, wagging his tail as he moved closer: “I’ll definitely handle my father. You don’t need to worry about this at all.”
Chu Fenghan glanced sideways: “What am I worried about?”
His speech wasn’t as barbed as before.
Jin Yiyuan smiled broadly: “Right, right, I misspoke.”
Chu Fenghan tossed him the pear: “I still need to collect the training students. I’ll leave first.”
Jin Yiyuan quickly said “Ah,” blocking him: “Those students don’t need you to collect them. Leave it to other Wendao Academy people. You rarely come—stay a few more days?”
If it were before, Chu Fenghan would have told him to get lost. Now he tilted his head, looking at Jin Yiyuan for a long time, suddenly hooking his lips in a smile.
He already had cold yet bright features. That smile immediately stunned Jin Yiyuan.
Chu Fenghan said coolly: “What, want to beg me now?”
Jin Yiyuan froze, belatedly remembering this was the flirtatious line he’d said in that alley years ago.
He coughed dryly, feeling no shame. Instead smiling broadly: “Yes, begging Master Chu to take pity on me.”
Chu Fenghan: “…”
“Oh right, you got one thing wrong.” Jin Yiyuan said.
“What?”
“Back then I wasn’t jealous…”
“…”
Jin Yiyuan confessed frankly: “I was lustful.”
Chu Fenghan: “…”
Better just beat him to death.
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