GB Chapter 70

With You Jiang’s arrival, the Grand Elder finally left. Zhuge Qingtian was just relieved when the door was kicked open. While lamenting that these demonic cultivators really didn’t know what knocking was, he glanced over and said, “This is the first time I’ve seen someone kick the door in while eavesdropping.”

You Jiang’s arrival here wasn’t really to peek at a man bathing. In fact, he had long anticipated that the Grand Elder wouldn’t be comfortable with Qian Ren forming a cultivation partnership with a righteous cultivator. He deliberately wandered around the sect, pretending to take a stroll, and then made his way here. However, seeing this man he once admired, he didn’t know what to say, so he just emphasized, “I like women, I’m not interested in you.”

“You are the Demonic Cult leader.”

Zhuge Qingtian’s look was very suspicious. You Jiang, who had been in the demonic path for sixty-five years without touching a man, was furious and immediately said, “Although demonic cultivators will sleep with anyone who looks good, the Demonic Cult leader only loves beautiful women. Is there a problem with that?”

Of course, there was no problem, but Zhuge Qingtian still felt that the cult leader’s emphasis on this issue seemed a bit off. He could only look at him in confusion and ask, “So, you came here just to tell me about the special nature of the cult leader?”

Of course, You Jiang wasn’t bored to that extent, but he couldn’t explain what he wanted either. He carefully examined the white-clad youth in front of him, so different from the past, and could only sigh, “You weren’t like this before.”

Unexpectedly, he would say that, Zhuge Qingtian was also stunned. He subconsciously replied, “You weren’t like this before either.”

Hearing this, You Jiang turned his head to look at his own now-wicked image in the bronze mirror. Indeed, the traces of time left on him were far more obvious than on Zhuge Qingtian. He thought that although he had regarded Zhao Huai’an as the most trustworthy sect leader back then, in this person’s mind, perhaps Jiang Fengzhi was just an ordinary disciple. Between them, there was nothing to talk about if they were to reminisce, and there was no real grudge to seek revenge for. He could only say faintly, “Yes, after so much time, things have changed.”

“Fengzhi, back then, I gave up resisting and chose to die at Jicheng’s hands. I never considered the consequences for those who followed me. It’s understandable if you resent me.”

In fact, Zhuge Qingtian didn’t remember much about the past except for Zhao Jicheng. He hadn’t had it easy back then. Taking care of one younger brother was already extremely difficult. How could he have had the leisure to pay attention to others? He had only chosen the most appropriate demeanor to win over the hearts of the people of the Tian Shu Pavilion.

At the time, he had never felt that there was anything wrong with it, but after hearing You Jiang’s words outside the door just now, he realized that he had also been living only for himself, never considering anyone but those he cared about. He really wasn’t a good person.

“What’s the point of saying all this? I haven’t used that name for a long time. I was stupid back then. I didn’t even know the throne had changed.”

You Jiang didn’t want to dwell on the past either. He wasn’t a child anymore and didn’t think that being in the same sect automatically meant that there would be affection. However, the image of Zhao Huai’an in his green robe walking through the lush pine trees had been somewhat unforgettable to him as a youth. Back then, he thought that if it was this sect leader, he could certainly create a warm Jianghu, because no matter what, it was impossible to imagine that a man who treated even an unknown nobody like him so gently would have malice towards anyone.

Although this man had now removed his past disguise, his nature had not changed much. He still held goodwill towards strangers, and as long as they didn’t harm him, he wouldn’t actively attack anyone. He was truly a harmless creature. Because he was harmless, they could trust him without worrying that they would be betrayed if they disagreed one day, and what they demonic cultivators lacked most was this sense of security.

“Actually, I should have noticed long ago. You’ve never had much ambition. You could sit for a whole day just brewing a cup of tea, and you really don’t seem like a hero who could be focused on conquering the world.”

Zhuge Qingtian had already prepared himself mentally to discuss the past, but who knew that he would hear such a sentence? He was a bit confused and asked, “You don’t seem very worried about Qian Ren?”

“You are just a harmless rabbit. Although you can bite hard when pushed too far, and you try to look fierce because there are too many wolves around you, as long as no one provokes you, you can live happily as long as you have food and drink. You’re perfect for Qian Ren, who is like an old radish buried in the ground and refuses to see the world.”

You Jiang had also been very puzzled by Qian Ren’s choice of Zhao Huai’an as his cultivation partner, but now he understood. Qian Ren was surrounded by strong people like him and He Huan. They would never listen to anyone’s opinions, and once they decided to do something, they would definitely do it no matter the cost.

All along, Qian Ren had indeed tried his best to cooperate with them to achieve these goals, but they rarely seemed to ask Qian Ren if he had anything he wanted to do. They had probably gotten used to the reliability of the Great Protector, because that person had always been indifferent, they really thought he had no feelings. Even when they saw Lüling, they were shocked to realize that Qian Ren had always been very concerned about his background, but to not hinder his demonic path, he had never voiced these thoughts.

If it hadn’t been for the Grand Elder’s pressure this time, this Great Protector might have never left the Demonic Cult to find his own path. As a close friend, he really hadn’t done a good job.

Perhaps in Bi Qianren’s life, only Zhuge Qingtian had the idea of “doing things together that we both like” while interacting with him. It was better for those of them who had only cared about themselves in the past not to impose unnecessary good intentions at this time.

Sighing inwardly, You Jiang took out a token from his sleeve and threw it over, but his tone was still casual, “The best cabbage in our field has been snatched away by you. You better hold on to him tightly, and don’t let go no matter who tries to snatch him.”

“What is this?”

“It’s a pass for the outer areas of the Demonic Cult. Consider it an early congratulatory gift.”

A sect’s pass was extremely important, and it was impossible to give it to an outsider casually. Since he had given it to Zhuge Qingtian, it meant that You Jiang, as the cult leader, acknowledged that he was a member of the Demonic Cult and could freely enter and exit the sect from now on. Silently clutching the token in his hand, Zhuge Qingtian realized that he had missed out on many things for Zhao Jicheng. However, at least now he wouldn’t be immersed in his own world and forget about others. After all, he had always been a very proactive person.

He chuckled softly and stepped forward to grab You Jiang’s sleeve, eagerly saying, “Cult leader, let’s get to know each other again. I’m Zhuge Qingtian, and I’m very good at painting!”

You Jiang was used to cursing and fighting with the elders and protectors. Suddenly, feeling this overwhelming friendliness made him feel dizzy. With his demonic cultivator thinking, he couldn’t understand how this person could say such words so brazenly. He could only glare at him and say angrily, “Go gnaw on your radish! Would I, the dignified leader of the Demonic Cult, draw erotic pictures?”

Zhuge Qingtian, who had already experienced how awkward Qian Ren could be, wasn’t unfamiliar with the way demonic cultivators expressed their emotions. However, he still felt it was necessary to correct him, “No, I didn’t mention erotic pictures. Did you misunderstand the art of painting after you entered the demonic path?”

However, before he could pull the lost painting saint back to the right path, the closet beside him suddenly opened, and Lüling, who was lying inside, immediately fell into their view. After realizing that he had kicked open the closet door because he had gotten excited about the word ‘erotic’, this old father immediately calmed down and expressed his opinion, “I don’t agree with what you said. How can eggplants produce radishes? He must also be an eggplant!”

So, you were here too! When did you sneak into the closet!

Helplessly looking at him, Zhuge Qingtian touched the now cold water and sighed, “I just wanted to take a bath. Why are you all running into my room?”

Although Lüling was now a bit carefree, he knew how dangerous the Jianghu was back then. Thinking that Zhuge Qingtian was alone and had suddenly become Qian Ren’s cultivation partner, he was afraid that many people in the Demonic Cult would be watching him. Since he had nothing to do anyway, he secretly sneaked in. Now that he had been exposed, he simply said frankly, “You are my son’s wife, I have to protect you from being bullied by outsiders!”

His words warmed Zhuge Qingtian’s heart. He thought that all the bickering on this journey had not been a waste, at least they had truly begun to treat each other as family.

However, the tone that made the Demonic Cult sound like a dragon’s den and a tiger’s lair made the cult leader a bit unhappy. He immediately frowned and said, “Get lost. When your son was being bullied, you, a purple sweet potato, hadn’t even been dug out yet. Now you’re here to spy on his partner bathing, I don’t think that’s reliable at all.”

“Who wants to look at you stinky men? I’m looking at my wife!”

As a straight man who couldn’t even tell that his son was gay, Lüling firmly refused to accept this slander. He resolutely unfolded the painting in his hand and pointed to the Beauty Under the Moon in the painting who looked helpless, “See? This is my wife! With such a celestial appearance, she surpasses all the men and women in the world, even in a painting.”

Qian Ren had only said that he would write a detailed written report about the Demon Lord. It was the first time You Jiang had seen someone call a painting his wife. He was very doubtful about life, “Is he serious? Can people have children with a painting these days?”

Zhuge Qingtian, who had seen many big waves, was very calm, “He is the all-powerful Demon Lord.”

However, after looking up and down at the spirit hiding in the closet, You Jiang raised a reasonable question, “But, even a painting wouldn’t like him, right?”

“Probably, because he was once the all-powerful Demon Lord.”

Continuing to answer calmly, Zhuge Qingtian also felt strange in his heart. He, a gay man, was about to take a bath, and two men who only liked women suddenly popped up in his room. What was wrong with this world?

However, this reminded him of something important. Estimating that Qian Ren would be back soon, he immediately said to the two who seemed to want to start a fight, “Gentlemen, I must remind you, I am about to take a bath.”

Hearing him say that, You Jiang’s expression stiffened, but Lüling was still confused, “What’s so interesting about a man taking a bath?”

Zhuge Qingtian wasn’t so naive as to think that two people living in the same room meant they would just chat under the covers. However, he thought that with Qian Ren’s conservative nature, who hadn’t even kissed him once, he definitely wouldn’t do anything too embarrassing. Maybe with more people around, he would be even more awkward and wouldn’t even kiss him. This was absolutely not acceptable, he had to light the fire!

Thinking of this, he threw away the little shyness he had left and truthfully said to the two, “I want to wash myself clean and find a way to seduce your radish. So that he can be willing to take a bite, please leave and send some hot water over.”

With just one sentence, the generation of Demon Lord was instantly stunned. Even You Jiang looked over in disbelief. Until he was driven out of the room with a dazed Lüling, the Demonic Cult leader’s heart was still immersed in shock.

Qian Ren was He Huan’s disciple. He had heard that a certain lewd old demon had taught him how to read using erotic pictures. To encounter such an opponent, and actually try to seduce him? What kind of fierce battle did this person want?

He had underestimated his former sect leader. Was he really so unrestrained on the inside?

The author has something to say: Zhuge Qingtian: What should I do if my cultivation partner doesn’t know how to drive?

Lüling: What? Can men drive with each other?

You Jiang: The collapse of the past male god’s aloof and unattainable persona, my heart hurts so much.

He Huan: But, how do I remember teaching him all my life’s skills?

Qian Ren: Hehe.

Author: Drive? No, it doesn’t exist. I’m someone who can get writer’s block even when writing exhaust fumes.