It was indeed true. Liu Yang fell into a disadvantage from the very start. Fu Bai seemed to handle himself effortlessly, delivering strikes that hit the mark. Liu Yang stumbled and fell to the ground; just as he was about to rise and continue the fight, Fu Bai had already retracted his hand. “Brother Liu, let’s leave it at this.”
Liu Yang felt ashamed as he stood up; he couldn’t even defeat a fifteen-year-old kid. He cupped his fists and said, “The leader has exceptional insight; Liu Yang is truly inferior.” After saying this, he walked down from the viewing platform.
At eighteen, Liu Yang had already set out into the world of martial arts, and after two years had gained a bit of a reputation. Yet, he couldn’t even compete with Fu Bai. The young disciples under twenty years old exchanged glances, not daring to make a move.
With this battle, Fu Bai became famous.
After the apprenticeship ceremony, each sect prepared to leave, and Fu Bai stood outside the martial arts manor to bid farewell to them.
“Brother Qingya, I greatly admire your taste! Your martial skills are good, and you even took on such a talented disciple. If we don’t work harder, in a few years we might not even match a junior!” Li Cheng lamented.
“Fu Bai, don’t you want to thank your Master Uncle Li Cheng for his praise?” Shuai Chang said without an ounce of modesty.
Everyone who had come to witness the ceremony had left, and the large martial arts manor returned to silence.
Fu Qingya handed the “Swift Wind Fist Manual” to Fu Bai, saying, “Scholars write diligently, and heroes practice tirelessly.”
Fu Bai knelt on both knees, accepting the manual with a solemn expression. “Disciple will remember this.”
Shuai Chang went to find Chun Yu Lan and found him in a small pavilion in the back garden.
Chun Yu Lan wore a long dress that swept the ground, his soft, satin-like hair was held up by a single white jade hairpin. His face was adorned with a light peach blossom makeup, and his profile was beautiful and enchanting.
Shuai Chang approached quietly, hugging him from behind. “You must be bored waiting.”
His muscular arms made it difficult for Chun Yu Lan to escape as he squirmed. Naturally, he was unsuccessful. Shuai Chang sat down with him, breathing in the fragrant smell of his hair. “Why aren’t you talking?”
Chun Yu Lan turned his body and raised his chest to show him, speaking pitifully, “Husband, today’s buns are too big; they’re squeezing my chest too much.”
Shuai Chang couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the rising and falling of Chun Yu Lan’s chest. “Next time, I’ll make sure they steam smaller buns.”
When Chun Yu Lan dressed as a woman, he usually stuffed two buns in his chest and tied them up with cloth. Today, the kitchen made the buns especially large and firm. He was worried they might fall, so he tightened them a bit more than usual.
“Let’s go back inside. I want to show you something; we can’t let Little Red Bean get squished.”
Chun Yu Lan suddenly felt the pillar beneath him rise unexpectedly. “…Husband, martial artists should exercise some restraint.”
“Your body hasn’t recovered yet; I won’t touch you today.” Shuai Chang pressed a finger to Chun Yu Lan’s lips. “It’s all your fault for being so tempting…”
Unable to breathe comfortably and feeling the heat outside, Chun Yu Lan had to rest after just a few steps. Shuai Chang held his hand, concerned. “Just a couple more days, and you won’t have to wear women’s clothing anymore.”
“I’ll carry you.” Shuai Chang lifted Chun Yu Lan up, who then buried his face in Shuai Chang’s chest, startled. “Ah! Husband, what if someone sees us?” Although martial artists were not overly concerned with such matters, few couples were as openly affectionate as they were.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let them find out.”
Shuai Chang focused his inner strength and leaped, playing hide-and-seek with Chun Yu Lan inside the manor. Just as they landed behind a decorative rock, they encountered a patrol team changing shifts. The two froze, Chun Yu Lan pressed against Shuai Chang, feeling uneasy. He shifted slightly, accidentally bumping his foot against the rock, creating a slight scraping noise.
“Who’s sneaking around?”
Chun Yu Lan became stiff with fear. If they were discovered, the leader and his wife hiding behind a rock in disarray would certainly become a laughingstock in the martial world.
Shuai Chang gently patted his trembling back, and before the patrol team arrived, he jumped over the wall.
The patrol team passed by the decorative rock, finding nothing, and left.
Chun Yu Lan broke into a light sweat from the tension. The fragrance on him became even more enchanting, and Shuai Chang leaned in to take a deep breath by his neck. A wave of heat surged from his chest downwards, pressing against Chun Yu Lan’s soft rear.
“Mmm~” Chun Yu Lan gasped, his face turning rosy.
“Darling, you’re too alluring. We need to get back quickly.”
Hearing this, Chun Yu Lan buried his face in his embrace, revealing only his flushed ears.
This time, Shuai Chang didn’t take a detour. He jumped through the back window into the house, placing Chun Yu Lan on the bed and pressing down urgently.
Chun Yu Lan panted softly, and the room filled with his captivating scent. The two of them engaged in a passionate session until midnight, finally leaving Chun Yu Lan exhausted and faint.
Shuai Chang, with his profound inner strength, felt completely relaxed afterward.
Shuai Chang asked, “Spirit Helper, is there something wrong with Chun Yu Lan’s constitution? Why does he react every time I get close?” The information from Spirit Helper hadn’t mentioned anything, and he had always thought Chun Yu Lan simply let himself go because of the spring wine Fu Qingya had given him. However, Chun Yu Lan wouldn’t fall for that trick twice, which suggested something was indeed off with his body.
The Spirit Helper responded, “Let me check.”
Spirit Helper: “Hey, handsome, Chun Yu Lan was adopted by the leader of the Demonic Sect since childhood. The sect leader is a perverted woman; when her lover married a man, she fed Chun Yu Lan love flowers, causing him to develop a condition where he becomes aroused in the presence of men.”
This explained why Chun Yu Lan had fled to the back mountains with the elderly and children; he was well aware that he couldn’t be close to men.
“What happened to that female demon?” Shuai Chang’s tone was cold.
Spirit Helper: “She’s dead. She was a woman, and Chun Yu Lan wasn’t afraid of her. After he became an adult, he killed her while she was drunk.”
“Consider herself fortunate.”
Shuai Chang inquired, “Is there a way to make Lan’er’s constitution normal like everyone else?”
Spirit Helper: “I can’t help with that. But you might want to try finding Ning Fei’er.”
“A Gu master, huh?”
Early the next morning, Shuai Chang helped Chun Yu Lan wash up before heading to the martial arts hall.
As a disciple of the leader, Fu Bai had his own training ground, no longer needing to share a small patch of land like in the past, where they could barely practice and had to rise in the middle of the night to train.