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The weeks after the embarrassing misunderstanding had Shen Qingqiu essentially boarding himself into the bamboo hut. He rejected all of his visitors and had Ming Fan (poor boy) reject all of the letters requesting a courtship or expressing their admiration.

Shen Qingqiu distracted himself through the usual grading of his disciples’ works, yet he still horribly missed his precious white lotus disciple. Of course, Binghe still made and sent meals for him to eat, but now Ming Fan was back in his position of preparing his tea and fulfilling his personal orders as he did before Luo Binghe moved in with him.

He hadn’t allowed the canon fodder to move into the side room, as that was where he drew the line– he didn’t want to accidentally make another disciple of his fall in love with him.

The closeness and accidental impropriety of their bond had to have come from them living within the same house. Shen Yuan surmised that the coddling and attention that Luo Binghe had received from him had also played a part in bending the protagonist– so he would coddle no more!

When those boundaries had been set and those changes had been implemented, Shen Qingqiu had prepared for a battle. A full-fledged temper tantrum filled with tears and sleeve-clinging until he gave in to his disciple's wishes. Master of Manipulation that Luo Binghe would grow into.

Yet it hadn’t come. Instead, Shen Qingqiu had received a determined head nod and a promise for Binghe to prove himself to his Shizun. Shen Qingqiu filed that away for future Scum Villain as he mentally noted how he and Shang Qinghua needed to allocate some time to discuss how this crush of Binghe’s would change the plot.

His thoughts were disrupted by a loud crash. After days of staring blankly into the mirror berating himself and cursing Shang Qinghua’s bloodline, he was startled yet unsurprised when Liu Qingge kicked open his door.

Shen Qingqiu let out an audible gulp as he caught sight of the large Thick-Furred Ice Scorpion on the man’s shoulder, his ink-ladden paint brush clumsily clattering onto the table. Thankfully, it didn’t splash too horribly over his disciples’ work.

” A-ah ha, Liu-Shidi is back with his trophy… This Shixiong knew he would be successful,” he stood and pressed out the wrinkles of his robes with his clammy hands. His green eyes darted from yearningly admiring the scorpion beast to skittering over his martial sibling’s determined expression.

” This one hopes Shen Qingqiu has his answer for what was spoken of before this Qingge left,” Liu Qingge spoke calmly yet so intensely that Shen Qingqiu could feel the sweat pooling on the back of his neck. His hands flutteringly clasped in front of him before they whipped behind his back as he ignored the topic to scamper off to the kitchen.

” L-let this Shixiong get Liu-Shidi some tea– he must be awfully thirsty from his journey!”

Shen Qingqiu heard an amused huff and the familiar sounds of Liu Qingge bringing the large beast into Shen Qingqiu’s examination space in the back courtyard. He knew the man would meticulously preserve and cover the specimen from the elements as he usually did with his…gifts.

It still flabbergasted him that Liu Qingge, THE Bai Zhan Peak War God, a venerable warrior and heartbreaking beauty; would fall in love with some bumbling NEET loser like himself. In his body, he had been sickly and pale to the point where a teacher from his private high school in Beijing had to beg one of the girls in his class to ask him to be her partner for a ball.

He had been a virgin with an anime and PIDW figure collection that would have been cross-posted and mocked on a Reddit thread… He was also someone who had spent every night alone, hugging his SFW Luo Binghe body pillow (Black Lotus, demon lord version, ofc).

Talk about embarrassing!

So yes. Shen Qingqiu was ill-prepared for the attraction and interest of one person– not to mention two devastatingly handsome men with intriguing histories and entirely different personalities.

Shen Qingqiu yelped and stilled as he felt a hand rest on his shoulder, his cheeks flushing as he whipped his head to find Liu Qingge standing at his side. He nearly upended the pot of tea he had been warming his hands with, having paused where he was setting up the tea set to have a mental breakdown.

” Was calling your name,” Liu Qingge explained, his presence seeming to fill the small kitchen while his intense eyes flicked over his face. As suddenly as he had touched Shen Qingqiu, he just as quickly stepped back and looked off to the side, his ears a deep red.

” If Qingqiu needs more time to think—” he was cut off by Shen Qingqiu’s flustered hand motions and frantic shushing sounds. An amused huff left the man’s mouth again as he turned to soak in the sight of the embarrassed Qing Jing Peak Lord.

A rare sight, which was slowly becoming familiar to Liu Qingge.

” Liu-Shidi can go sit down…This one will be out with tea in a few moments,” he shooed him away, silently steeling himself and lighting a candle in his heart for the awkward conversation ahead of them. Liu Qingge nodded before he turned and marched back into the main room.

Shen Qingqiu lightly slapped his cheeks before he finished the tea and brought the set out to serve them. Once seated, Shen Qingqiu poured their tea and settled back into his cushion like a misbehaving dog. He willed his posture not to slump and nervously shake, while he resolutely drank from his cup.

Liu Qingge spared him for a few moments, watching as Shen Qingqiu worked up the courage to speak of their relationship. The Bai Zhan Peak Lord intimately knew that the man had a thin face when it came to such matters. He had experienced the sharp tongue and enraged looks of the past, yet he had grown used to the avoidance and the outright flustered looks when Liu Qingge toed over the line.

Such an endearing expression on those refined yet cold features had plagued his every thought for the weeks that he had journeyed to the Northern Demon realm.

Fighting and slaying the Thick-Furred Ice Scorpion had been the easy part. What had been even more challenging was his fight with the current head of the clan, Linguang-Jun.

He had tracked the large scorpion to the deserts that made up that demon’s and his nephew’s territory. Having traveled as discreetly and nimbly as he never had before, Liu Qingge had thought he could escape the man’s notice. Alas, he had just finished engaging and slaying the beast when the current head of the Northern Demon Realm had teleported in front of him.

Liu Qingge hadn’t taken any horribly detrimental wounds– he’d even stopped at Qian Cao unprompted like Mu Qingfang had been begging him to for years. Liu Qingge mentally patted himself on the back (and considered his checkup quota to be fulfilled for the year) considering how awed the physician had looked at the sight of him there.

Now, he awaited the man’s response to his proposed courting of the Qing Jing Peak Lord. Liu Qingge would be able to accept the man’s rejection, but he knew that something had changed since the man had saved him during his Qi deviation.

While he had been disoriented, the strangely nice and sweet behavior had continued after the man saved his life. More so, Liu Qingge would have had to be blind not to catch the flustered dart of his eyes paired with the man snapping open a fan whenever their gazes met.

This softer and more enticing version of Shen Qingqiu reminded him more of a regal yet spoiled housecat, pretending to hate the attention it received rather than the feral tiger of the past. If anything, Liu Qingge was worried about how his sexual and relationship prowess may be lacking compared to Shen Qingqiu’s.

His complete and total focus on fighting and growing his battle prowess left him with no experience in the courting field beyond the technical knowledge from his noble upbringing. He wouldn’t hold the man’s past lecherous ways against him, considering how he instantly stopped his nightly visits to the brothel after his Qi deviation.

Overall, Liu Qingge couldn’t help but wish to know Shen Qingqiu more. He clearly overlooked and misjudged his Shixiong’s character from the very beginning. Failing to see the Soft-Petalled Lily hidden in the Creeping Widows Vines.

He wasn’t going to let that mistake carry on for much longer if he had his way.

Liu Qingge cleared his throat and shifted, giving the man a pointed look after they spent a bit longer sitting in silence. Their tea steadily cooled as they both sat there, mulling over their own thoughts and concerns. Shen Qingqiu gulped at the probing look and shifted, his hand quickly moving to grab his fan.

Liu Qingge slid his gaze to the side and brought his cup to his lips, downing the tea and setting the cup down before he turned his gaze back to the hiding Shen Qingqiu. His eyebrows furrowed as it became clear that Liu Qingge would have to flex his communication muscles and drive the conversation for once…

Considering he admittedly had the social skills of a boulder, he prepared himself for the worst possible outcome.

”... Shen-Shixiong may take as long as he needs to consider his feelings and the benefits of accepting this Shidi’s courtship if he is still undecided,” he inwardly cringed, as he considered listing said benefits like his mother had taught him to. But would that be akin to calling Shen Qingqiu dumb and blind to Liu Qingge’s standings?

It definitely felt uncouth and bumbling, no matter how his mother may roll her eyes and scoff.

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, snapped his fan closed, and took his cup of tea like a shot. When he turned to look Liu Qingge in the eye, he had a more confident line to his posture and an alluring shade of pink on his cheeks.

” Thanking Liu-Shidi for his patience with this Shixiong,” Shen Qingqiu shyly dipped his head, averting his eyes while Liu Qingge’s fists clenched his knees on the other side of the desk. The man’s ears flushed slightly at the demure image the other man created with his phoenix eyes and swan-like neck.

He rested his closed fan on his chin as he looked at the table, “ This Qingqiu has been…surprised with the notion that Liu-Shidi and other, uh, erk– potential suitors, have held such affection for this master. His eyes have been opened to such attention and he must grow comfortable with the idea that…” Shen Qingqiu lightly bit the inside of his cheek as his face flushed once more.

His green eyes darted to look at Liu Qingge’s face, his fan instinctively snapping open when he saw the insanely intense look on the man’s face. Gotta use the good ‘ol reliable cheat code to get through this! He can’t wimp out completely, given how strongly the man was regarding him.

” This master might hold similar affections, for the uhh, m-male um,” his voice drew into a choked whispering stutter as his entire face burned and his hand clenched the guard of his fan. He had to forcibly control his racing heart with his Qi, as he vocalized the entirely new feelings he had become aware of.

This was all too real for him! He was surrounded by characters from a novel that were catching feelings for him of all people. He felt like he had transmigrated into one of those shitty Otome games his sister would play rather than a stallion novel. It was all so convoluted and mind-boggling that Shen Yuan was mentally blue-screening every time he delved below the surface of his thoughts.

He never felt this way about any person, man or woman. And here he was, essentially getting proposed to! By a man at that! What’s a previously 100% straight, modern man to do?!

Liu Qingge’s breath stuttered and his throat clicked as his swallow was like a gunshot in the quiet room. The warrior eagerly shuffled in his seat, his gaze burning as he considered Shen Qingqiu. He did keep himself from rushing to the man’s side, but he couldn’t help but lean forward as he asked, “ Other suitors?” His face was serious, as he knew Yue Qingyuan would have been named if it was only him.

Shen Qingqiu nodded, tapping the table with his fist to distract Liu Qingge from staring at him. The man blinked and then went through the motions of pouring them some more tea while Shen Qingqiu sent a mental prayer to whoever was watching.

Once finished, Liu Qingge lifted a single, perfect brow to prompt Shen Qingqiu to continue speaking. Shen Qingqiu sighed and wearily took a sip from his cup behind his fan, “ Ever since his misstep, this master has been receiving a near-endless amount of letters proclaiming to wish to court this one,” he explained. His tone was exasperated and snappish while his eyes narrowed.

Liu Qingge frowned and crossed his arms in displeasure, although he cleared his face into something a bit more polite as he regarded the scholar. A roguish smile threatened to overtake his lips as he took in the hissy and offended image Shen Qingqiu made.

It was endearing, to hear the man complaining about how he attracted suitors like bees to honey. Yet, Liu Qingge knew they stood no chance against him or Yue Qingyuan (his ego wasn’t THAT big to think he was above the sect leader and their mysterious past).

He hummed in thought, unsure how to properly reply to such information without making an ass of himself.

When Shen Qingqiu looked to see Liu Qingge’s lips pulled into a slight smile, he couldn’t help but flush and whack the man with his fan. Liu Qingge gave him a startled stare as the fan tapped him on the head, his expression perplexed as he watched the aloof scholar turn into a hissing, red-faced wreck.

“ Liu-Shidi! It’s not funny! I just– I don’t understand why! Ugh, why would anyone wish to tie themselves to– to Shen Qingqiu, of all people?” He ranted, spitting out the scum villain’s name like it was acid.

Liu Qingge stilled and his eyes widened at the dark look that overtook Shen Qingqiu’s features. His lips were pulled into a snarl that was just as dark and twisted as in the past, while his face scrunched with such hatred. Liu Qingge was familiar with such anger and prickly, mood swings directed toward himself– yet to see such self-hatred was goose-bump inducing.

Fearing Shen Qingqiu would fall into one of his frequent Qi deviations from how much negative emotion tinged the very air with his outburst, Liu Qingge quickly moved to his side.

” Shen Qingqiu,” he barked out, his hands tightening on the man’s arm as Shen Qingqiu’s fist made the fan-guard creak and almost whine from the abuse. Firm hands settled on his wrist and back as he pushed his Qi into the man’s meridians. But Shen Qingqiu wasn’t done with his rant, his green eyes nearly ablaze as he met Liu Qingge’s startled gaze.

” Wouldn’t you know best, Liu-Shidi? How irredeemable my character is?” He shook his head with a dark laugh, his gaze moving to look off into the distance, as though he was seeing through the Bamboo Hut walls and toward the past itself. “ How this one frequents dirty, lowly brothels? How unfilial and cruel this one is to his Shidis and Shixiong? How this one…abused his disciples,” his voice drew taut and shaky, while his eyes squeezed shut.

” After forgetting parts of himself, this master has tried to be decent and just in his teachings but… Doesn’t righteous Liu-Shidi think this lowly Shen Qingqiu should face the consequences of his past behavior?”

Tense, emotionally charged silence stretched between them, only broken by the quickening breath of the two sitting at the tea table.

Liu Qingge’s heart clenched and his stomach churned as he mulled over how to respond. The man spoke the truths and the actions that had previously made Liu-Qingge loathe the scholar. This was the worst-case scenario, he feared.

His blanching, upset expression deepened as he caught tears lining Shen Qingqiu’s eyes. His hand gripped the back of the scholar’s robes as Shen Qingqiu shook his head and gave Liu Qingge a pained smile. Knowing that he spoke damning truths that had caused Shen Qingqiu’s downfall in the novel.

” How could anyone hold such feelings after everything that I’ve done…And everything that I will undoubtedly do in the future. I’ve caused much pain and suffering, Liu-Shidi,” the man spoke seriously, his eyes lingering Liu Qingge’s face as he frowned.

” And this one will only continue to dirty the sect’s name and pull everyone down with me. Should it not only make sense that I am undeserving of good and wonderful things as love?” Shen Qingqiu’s voice dipped to a whisper as he dipped his head to look at the table,” It would be better off for everyone if I were to–-”

” Enough!” Liu Qingge shouted, his voice hoarse and choked as he shook his head. His ponytail and bang bobbed and narrowly whipped Shen Qingqiu in the face as his eyes shone with emotion. Those dark eyes shone like the surface of a pond, Shen Qingqiu’s grim face reflecting back to him.

Shen Qingqiu’s breath caught as he was brought into a crushing hug. The flow of Qi was momentarily disrupted, before it returned with a vengeance, the energy warm as it transferred through where they connected at the chest. “ Q-Qingqiu,” Liu Qingge’s voice was soft and intimate from where he hooked his chin over the scholar’s shoulder.

The warrior took a shuddering breath, his heart throbbing as he was shown the barest glimpse into the self-hatred and venomous heart demons that had been killing the kind, gentle yet excitable man he had grown to know over the past few years. It was made even clearer to him now, that his previous surliness was a defense.

However, such thoughts… Liu Qingge would never allow the man to finish the sentence he had been about to say.

Liu Qingge pulled back only when he felt the man’s Qi was calm, his hands stilling from where they had been instinctively rubbing Shen Qingqiu’s back. Looking at the shocked and vulnerable expression in front of him, Liu Qingge knew he could only fall back onto his usual means of communication.

Actions first, words second.

Gentle hands moved to cradle Shen Qingqiu’s face, those calloused fingers coveting the man’s jade-like face as though he were a priceless pearl. Shock melted into a gentle surprise as Liu Qingge wiped away the few tears that had sloped down his face.

Any other expression was hidden as Liu Qingge shifted closer and pressed his lips to Shen Qingqiu’s forehead.

A startled gasp and muffled squawk came from below him, but Liu Qingge merely pressed his lips firmly to the man’s Huadian and drew a deep breath. His rabbiting heart slowly calmed as they sat there, Liu Qingge breathing in the soothing scent of the hair oils Shen Qingqiu wore while the scholar was pressed to the hollow of his neck.

Shaking hands went to Liu Qingge’s back, nimble fingers clutching at the fabric as Shen Qingqiu accepted his affection and comfort. A few tears wetted Liu Qingge’s collar, while quickened breath blew against the sliver of his skin.

” Liu-Shidi…” Shen Qingqiu uselessly trailed off with a sniffle, making the man pull back slightly to look down at the scholar. Shen Qingqiu’s cheeks were flush and his eyes were wet and red, his lips were turned down into a frown that looked a bit more like a pout.

Liu Qingge placed his hands once more on those warm cheeks and covered the man’s mouth with his thumb. Shen Qingqiu gave him a wide-eyed look that resembled a fawn as he was silenced by the warm digit. Liu Qingge had enough of hearing the man drag himself through the mud.

” There’s always been a reason,” he cut to the chase, gentling his voice into a lower, softer timber when the man tensed under his hands. He pressed his thumb a bit firmer against those plush lips, as Shen Qingqiu made to argue or snap at him. Shen Qingqiu’s lips pressed into a tight line while his neck flushed.

” This Liu-Shidi had been told by Yue-Shixiong that there were reasons for… Shen-Shixiong’s behavior in the past. He didn’t outright tell this one anything, but he hinted of… abuse and of– of unspeakable things happening to Shixiong,” Liu Qingge’s throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“This foolish Shidi had cruelly disregarded such words under the thought of them being excuses and favoritism,” he sheepishly looked to the side as he thought back to their past interactions.

Shen Qingqiu stilled at the explanation, his mind screeching to a halt and his eyes growing impossibly wider. When Liu Qingge returned his gaze on him, his brows furrowed and he pulled the man back into his embrace. He couldn’t bear looking at such an innocent, heartbreak-inducing expression.

“ If this is how Shen-Shixiong is when he has forgotten such things, this Liu Qingge vows to protect him. Even from himself, “ he vowed. His baritone voice was vehement and unyielding, as though he would disregard any argument Shen Qingqiu made.

Shen Qingqiu’s jaw slackened slightly as he was essentially hidden under the man’s chin. “ Liu-Shidi,” he mumbled dumbly, his eyelashes fluttering against the man’s neck as he trembled. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t believe his selfish, impulsive decision to save the man during his Qi deviation in the caves would have broadened their relationship like this.

He knew they still would have been like cats at each other's throats if he were the original goods, yet, this was almost gratifying. And hair-pulling, finger-cramping, rant-inducing worthy for him to experience– how he was going to grill and beat Shang Qinghua into submission for more background information on the Scum Villain.

The hamster had evaded him for far too long when it came to that topic.

So many questions and emotions ran through his head. Especially as he realized that he would have to de-compartmentalize everything Yue Qingyuan related lest his guilt grew even deeper. He knew that future conversation was going to be ugly and make this one seem like a walk in the park.

Shen Qingqiu was going to keep running from it, at least until after he was forced to push Luo Binghe into the Endless Abyss.

Shen Qingqiu blinked and shook himself out of that thought spiral, his mind quickly compartmentalizing as he usually did when faced with the atrocities he was going to commit and experience.

He took a grounding breath and turned to rest his cheek against Liu Qingge’s lapels, his hands moving to once more grip the back of the warrior’s robes. “ Thanking Liu-Shidi for his care. This one will have to impose even more than he already has,” he fell back into his comfort zone of formality, his voice gentle and soft.

” Minghui,” a gruff voice replied, making Shen Qingqiu blink and feel like he needed to clear his ears out, enhanced senses damned. Liu Qingge didn’t expand on this, not saying anything as Shen Qingqiu slowly pulled back to observe him. The man had a firm look on his beautiful face, although his notorious glare was softened into a look of determination.

Shen Qingqiu’s stomach fluttered at the sight of a man set on winning his heart. Such desire and fire! Surely fitting of a man who rivaled Luo Binghe for his role as the main protagonist.

Shen Qingqiu turned his face slightly away, unable to fully reach his fan with how he was still secure in Liu Qingge’s arms. He could only take that man’s serious gaze for a few seconds before he squirmed and quickly hid his face behind his sleeve once those arms retracted.

If Shen Qingqiu had the face to look at the man, he would have seen a look of satisfaction cross Liu Qingge’s face.

” Minghui,” he repeated softly, once he was safely hidden behind his fan. Liu Qingge grunted his response, easily moving back to his spot on the other side of the table. While flustered and hopelessly thin-faced, he was happy that the man was effectively pulled away from those dark thoughts.

” This one, hm,” Shen Qingqiu haltingly side-eyed his system as he thought of how to reveal his own name without causing alarm. Or having to endure another round of subtle possession tests from the other peak lords.

When the system didn’t blare in his ears or threaten to take away all of his points at the mere thought, Shen Qingqiu shifted to drop his fan and shyly looked toward Liu Qingge’s face. The man was patiently sipping his tea, his ears flushing brightly as he was exposed to Shen Qingqiu looking at him through his eyelashes.

” This one had been given the name Jiu. But, he has been considering taking a different name for some years now,” he told the man, easily pulling on the original goods and his own skill for lying through his teeth. Liu Qingge gave him a surprised look which morphed into something pleased and slightly eager.

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but give the man a fond smile as he leaned closer in anticipation. An amused chuckle left him as he tapped his fan on his chin, “ How does Minghui think the name Yuán fits this one?” He asked, tilting his head in question.

With so many things going on in that one question, Liu Qingge could only dumbly nod his head in approval. “ Shen Yuan,” he tried, rolling the name off his tongue with something that felt like beastly gratification roaring in his chest. “ Simple yet elegant. Honorable choice,” he nodded his head.

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help how hot under the collar that made him, his eyes skirting away from the attractive man complimenting his name. He was absolutely going to scream into his pillow tonight and replay the good things that came from this conversation.

With the both of them sufficiently storming through their emotional quota for the month, Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu spent the rest of their time finishing off the teapot and discussing more comfortable topics.

When the pot was empty and the sun started to set, their conversation on Liu Qingge’s upcoming missions came to a halt when a knock sounded on the door. Shen Qingqiu blinked and straightened from the slightly relaxed position he had taken, calling in Ming Fan.

Ming Fan stilled as he saw Liu Qingge was still there, the head disciple carrying in a large tray with Shen Qingqiu’s dinner. Smelling that it was one of his favorite spreads from Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but smile and beckon the teen in.

” Ah, Ming Fan. Thank you,” he beamed up at him, keeping his hands folded in his lap as he turned to look toward Liu Qingge. “ Time has escaped this one, does Liu… Minghui wish to stay for dinner with this master?” He asked, his heart crying at sharing Luo Binghe’s heavenly cooking, but he knew there was more than enough to share.

A part of him also wanted to express his thanks for Liu Qingge’s time and comfort. He knew the man was just as emotionally stunted as him, so for this conversation to have ended on a good note– it was a miracle!

Ming Fan stifled a squeak and poorly hid his baffled expression, his cheeks lightly dusted pink at the radiant smile in reflex. Yet his back drew taut like an arrow at Liu Qingge’s personal name coming from his Shizun’s mouth. His hero worship and crush were brutally stomped on by such intimacy. The peak lords didn’t acknowledge him beyond a polite nod as he took his leave.

Liu Qingge looked at the large spread consideringly, before he gave the scholar a small smile and nodded, “ If Yuan wishes,” he tacked on. Just because he could.

Shen Qingqiu jerked out of his seat and scampered to the kitchen to grab a spare set of dining utensils and dishware for the man. He also poured a pot of water for them and laid out the set for the man. Once finished, he moved to his side of the table and expertly cleaned and filled their cups with water.

With his attention diverted, Liu Qingge set Shen Qingqiu’s dining set out for him from the tray and started portioning out their dinner. An elegant eyebrow lifted at the sight of one cute pastry in a batch of bamboo-themed pastries, decorated with Shen Qingqiu’s name in some sort of paste.

If Liu Qingge ate that pastry in one bite before Shen Qingqiu could turn his head, that was between the War God of Bai Zhan and the heavenly officials. It was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, he could give the Luo-Brat that.

When they finished their dinner, Shen Qingqiu stood to walk him to the door. They exchanged their usual parting words, although Liu-Qingge left as though he were walking on a cloud, rather than the usual conflicted, steel ball of guilt in the pit of his stomach.

After watching Liu Qingge’s figure disappear into the darkening sky, Shen Qingqiu sighed like a dope. He hopelessly replayed the meeting over as he made his way to soak in the cool, meditation pond behind the hut.

It was such a different experience, reading about someone being wooed versus living through said wooing. He begrudgingly lit a candle in his heart for his previous conception of being straight and prepared himself for the bent life ahead of him.

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The next day after Shen Qingqiu discovered his not-so-straight thoughts and feelings, he booked it to An Ding to corner the little weasel known as Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky.

His hand clawed and gripped the door handle and he threw it open, the wooden tracks slamming together and making the inhabitants of the Shang Qinghua’s office jump. Luckily, it was only Shang Qinghua and his head disciple doing paperwork and not Mobei-Jun.

The day that Shen Qingqiu accidentally walked in on whatever torture porn scenario of that demented guy’s fantasies with the big-breasted Ice Demon would be the day that Shen Qingqiu took Xiu Ya to his eyes.

No one deserved to see that horrible sight.

The An Ding Peak head disciple bowed and then politely took her leave, the bags under her eyes nearly ungodly. However, Shang Qinghua’s pitiful image made her own exhaustion seem like child’s play. If she looked exhausted, Shang Qinghua lived and breathed exhaustion like the flow of Qi through their bodies.

So, Shen Qingqiu did what any hater would do and slammed his foot on top of the rat’s desk. A sharp “Eep!” flew from the man’s mouth, his hand reflexively pulling his bespelled brush and jar of ink from the table as his paperwork wobbled. The smallest batch of rice paper dipped and collapsed onto the floor, making Shang Qinghua turn sad eyes onto his fellow transmigrator.

At this point, Shen Qingqiu was sat in front of the desk, casually looking at his nails like a misbehaving cat that had zero fucks to give. “ Must you do that every single time you visit, Cucumber-bro?” Shang Qinghua asked, his weariness and annoyance prominent on his meek features.

Shen Qingqiu snapped his fan open and sent the man a pleased look, the crescents of his eyes making it clear that he was giving the hack of an author a shit-eating grin.

Shang Qinghua groaned and scrubbed a hand over his face as he decided to take a break to entertain the menace sitting in his office. His back cracked like a glow-stick as he stretched and stepped to his door, plucking a wandering disciple from their route and ordering them to prepare a tray of tea for him and their Shibo.

” What brings you here after your ‘isolated cultivation’ session?” Shang Qinghua couldn’t help but tease and prod, a snicker leaving his mouth before he gulped at the glare. Shen Qingqiu’s face always made him sweat when that glare was pointed at him.

Shen Qingqiu fanned himself, holding one of his casual folding fans this time. “ Liu Qingge came back with the Thick-Furred Ice Scorpion and asked me of our…courtship status,” the transmigrator informed him, giving him a less frilly and wordy version of the events that had occurred.

” How’d he look, by the way?” Shang Qinghua asked after they paused to let the sweating and cowering An Ding disciple deliver their tea and treats. “ My lord told me that Liu-Shidi was ambushed by Linguang-Jun and some of his grunts while he was in the Northern Demon Realm.”

Shen Qingqiu nearly choked on his tea, his eyes wide as he blinked at Shang Qinghua. “ Liu-Shidi did not mention anything like that!” He exclaimed, moving his handkerchief to dab at his mouth as he shook his head, “ He seemed fine, but that can be expected from a character you created to be the ‘War God of Bai Zhan Peak,’.”

Shang Qinghua nodded, a hand moving to his chin as they moved on to discussing how this interaction and Luo Binghe’s feelings for him would impact the future relations of the Demon Realm and the events of the story.

Shen Qingqiu settled on the thought that, at worst, he could sleep with and have an arranged marriage with his disciple after the abyss arc occurred. He reassured the author that he could handle it– even though his face went pale and green at the idea of satisfying Xin Mo and the Heavenly Pillar…

Shang Qinghua cradled his cup of tea, a sigh leaving his lips as he glared at the beverage. Shen Qingqiu fanned himself in a self-soothing manner, his mind racing as he gave the man an absent-minded hum at the period of silence that stretched between them.

As a previously straight man, he was terrified at the idea of even seeing the Heavenly Pillar– not to mention that thing possibly trying to enter his poor chrysanthemum.

” It’s just. It seems like your fuck up with the fans have altered everything in the story even more than our presence as transmigrators could. Added in with the whole threat of my son blackening too soon because of his little crush on you,” Shang Qinghua gave him an accusatory stare.

Shen Qingqiu sniffed his displeasure, turning his nose to the air and crossing his arms in a defensive position. “ How was I supposed to know that my kindness would turn the kid gay? I was going for the whole big brother relationship and everything! If anything,” Shen Qingqiu pinned Shang Qinghua with a dark look.

” I think he probably took after you and the gay undertones you wrote into the story. I always thought there was something strange with how much you waxed poetically about Mobei-Jun,” Shang Qinghua blushed, making Shen Qingqiu smirk in victory.

” You’re probably some gay loser who wrote this stupid stallion novel to make up for the ass and dick you never got in your sorry, Gooner life,”, Shang Qinghua squawked in outrage, his face bright red as he threw his empty cup at Shen Qingqiu’s head.

” Excuse me! Don’t throw rocks in glass houses you– you oblivious, closet dweller!” The man yelled, his brown eyes burning with the flames of hell as he threw himself at Shen Qingqiu. The both of them tussled and rolled on the ground, hurling verbal abuse and punches at each other.

” You’re one to speak since you paid all of my bills for months– you’re just as much of a loser as I am, you fucking fuck,” Shang Qinghua panted as he somehow ended up straddling Shen Qingqiu, the man’s lapels clutched in his fist. “ A-and, do you even listen to yourself when you speak?! The fact you’re talking down about me and my sexuality when you’re such a FUCKING SIMP FOR LIU QINGGE AND L–” Shang Qinghua’s breath was knocked out from him as Shen Qingqiu grabbed him by the throat.

They violently tussled and further destroyed the office, oblivious to the An Ding head disciple wearily opening the door and squeaking in alarm at the sight of the two Peak lords fighting like beasts.

The last thing Yue Qingyuan expected, was for him to be summoned to the peak by the harried head disciple. The young woman kneeled and begged the sect leader to intervene to save her master’s life.

’ Eh? But Xiao Jiu has been so mellow recently that he couldn’t possibly be getting into a fight with Shang-Shidi, of all people?’ Yue Qingyuan had naively thought, blissfully unaware of the chaotic scene he was going to walk into.

The both of them had their hands wrapped around each other’s throats, scratch marks and bruises lining their faces and parts of their outer robes torn and ripped. Yue Qingyuan was stricken dumb at the sight, as well as the garbled and foreign words the two were shouting at each other.

Once separated, Shen Qingqiu had a swollen lip and a black eye while Shang Qinghua sported a bleeding nose and a matching blackened eye. Their headpieces and respective hairstyles were pulled free and the office was hectic with papers and furniture knocked over.

” Hide behind your man toy, you fucking bumbling twunk! You know I’m right this time!” Shang Qinghua slurred in broken Chinglish as Yue Qingyuan pulled them apart. The comment made Shen Qingqiu narrow his eyes at him and grit his teeth, his fists shaking at his side while Yue Qingyuan gave them exasperated and completely bewildered looks.

” Shen-Shidi, Shang-Shidi please calm yourselves and let’s solve this matter. Please just explain everything to this Shixiong, so bad blood doesn’t fester,” Yue Qingyuan pleaded with the two of them. His tone was diplomatic, if a bit desperate to understand what the hell was going on.

Shen Qingqiu tidied himself and took a deep breath while Shang Qinghua’s head disciple skirted around him with some supplies for her master’s nose. Silence weighed heavily on the room, while Yue Qingyuan and the head disciple waited with bated breath.

When Shen Qingqiu found his fan broken and useless to hide behind, the transmigrator merely steeled himself and said, “ Ah, it was merely a minor dispute over… academic interpretations of a novel,” which earned baffled expressions from the listening parties.

“ M-minor… over a novel,” Yue Qingyuan trailed off and muttered in confusion, his gray eyes cataloging all of the injuries and broken objects in the room. When Shang Qinghua merely scoffed and grimly nodded at Yue Qingyuan’s probing stare, the sect leader could only bring a hand to the bridge of his nose and sigh.

” This master sees how his opinion is… wrong and stems from his ignorance and own lack of knowledge on these topics,” Shang Qinghua raised a brow and crossed his arms, waiting as Shen Qingqiu muttered his apologies. “ This one will right his wrongs by cleaning Shang-Shidi’s office as well as apologizing with tea and this one’s disciples cooking at this one’s home,” Shen Qingqiu ended up offering.

Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu looked to the An Ding Peak lord, the sect leader’s gaze tinged with worry while the Qing Jing Peak lord looked embarrassed and apologetic.

Shang Qinghua groaned and then nodded in defeat, “ Fine. But I won’t be so easily won over if we get into another fight like this,” he stated, his tone firm. He then lightly snickered as he got a good look at Shen Qingqiu’s face. “ You gotta admit, I held my own with that left hook,” he teased in his unskilled English, soft snickers leaving him as he turned to dismiss his head disciple.

Yue Qingyuan’s disapproving hum made Shang Qinghua stiffen and begin to bow to the protective man standing in front of the oblivious transmigrator. “ Something funny, Shang-Shidi?” He asked, his face calm while his eyes had laser-focused on Shang Qinghua’s satisfied and darkly amused expression.

Adrenaline raced once more through the author as he was faced with the force that was the epitome of his weakness to the OP, Over-Protective, Mafia Leader, Boyfriend trope in BL novels.

” N-No Zhangmen-Shixiong, this one meant no disrespect,” he stuttered, his face pale while Shen Qingqiu gave him a confused head tilt from behind Yue Qingyuan’s protective back. “ This one was only thinking that it really was such a silly topic for us to get into fist-to-cuffs over,” he babbled, helplessly.

Once Shang Qinghua effectively begged for his life and promised never to lay a hand on Shen Qingqiu again, Yue Qingyuan gave him a satisfied nod. He then turned to Shen Qingqiu, who was kneeling and picking up the office. When the Qing Jing Peak lord looked up at him with that beaten face, the sect leader only gave him a light scolding.

” Xia– erm, Shen-Shidi knows better than getting into such fights,” he spoke, fondness and adoration all but flooding the room as Shen Qingqiu paused from picking up the paperwork and trinkets.

Shen Qingqiu dipped his head into a shameful nod, a light blush rising to his pale cheeks as he chewed on his cheeks. “ Apologies for pulling Zhangmen-Shixiong from his work,” he replied, his tone slightly childish and meek over the whole ordeal. It was especially embarrassing since they were full-grown men, of course.

But it didn’t help that the topic was Shen Qingqiu’s suddenly not 100% straightness and who held accountability over the bent protagonist.

Yue Qingyuan’s heart throbbed at this cute display (cue a montage of Yue Qingyuan mentally crying, sobbing, and throwing up) and he nodded his head, his robes swishing behind him. “ Good. Our strength comes from our trust in one another and our closeness as martial siblings. It’s best that you two don’t hold onto such petty arguments,” he spoke as though he had thoroughly tongue-lashed Shen Qingqiu.

He pinned Shang Qinghua with one more warning look and then swept from the office, his back straight and his pace brisk. He did just leave a vital meeting with some important noble officials to attend to their bickering.

” Broooo,” Shang Qinghua whined, flopping onto his chair as he placed his face into his hands. He then winced as he placed too much pressure onto his sore features, a pout lining his lips as he gave the diligently cleaning man a grumpy look.

” I wish I didn’t write him to be such a simp,” he grumbled, earning a questioning head tilt as his anti-fan finished up picking up and placing the papers onto his desk. “ Oh c’mon, you saw that–” Shang Qinghua cut himself off as he gave up on pointing out the difference in treatment.

There wasn’t a single brain cell in that head dedicated to emotional understanding or awareness, he feared.

” Just follow up on your promise of good food and drink and we can consider this water under the bridge. And don't spout any homophobic shit, I've dealt with enough of that from my family” Shang Qinghua settled on saying after glaring at the transmigrator, some energy settling in his step as he was thoroughly pulled from his never-ending mountain of work.

Shen Qingqiu nodded, his face shameful as he stood up with his fellow transmigrator. “ I’m sorry for saying that… I’m really not homophobic or anything, it’s just– strange for me to consider being anything but straight, and here I am…” he softly trailed off with a side, his hands wringing his broken fan as they walked.

Disciples gave them a very wide berth.

Shang Qinghua took in the man's slightly sloped shoulders and ashamed expression, a sigh leaving him. ” I understand,” Shang Qinghua said after they spent a few minutes walking in silence, “ Internalized homophobia can be a bitch to tackle, especially without modern therapists and online forums to refer to,” the transmigrator spoke seriously, giving Shen Qingqiu a knowing look.

” Huh,” he blinked, a hand going to his chin as he thought, “ Internalized homophobia? I guess that would make sense. Especially since my Er-Ge and Da-Ge always spoke down about gay men in private. And my parents always stressed the importance of producing heirs to keep the business within the family for the corporation and the shareholders,” he mused aloud, his tone casual as though he’d never really analyzed such things.

” S-shareholders? Like one of those multi-million yuan corporations?” Shang Qinghua stuttered, his jaw-dropping when Shen Qingqiu merely nodded and waved him off. Their conversation dulled to silence as they came to Qing Jing and walked past excited disciples.

Shen Qingqiu called for Ming Fan to relay the message that they would need Luo Binghe to prepare food for two tonight, asking the head disciple to grab a few jars of wine for them once he delivered dinner.

Once sat and comfortable, Shen Qingqiu pressed the author to tell the entirety of Shen Qingqiu’s past. When the system remained silent and didn’t deduct any points from the idea of discussing such details, they chatted over tea and then wine.

” T-that’s fucked,” Shen Qingqiu whispered, the both of them drunken messes once they finished their dinner. The sun was dipping past the mountains and dusk was approaching after Shang Qinghua finished telling everything he could remember.

” Yeah, I was in a bit of a ‘Doomed Love’ mood when I outlined Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan’s backgrounds since I was dealing with a messy breakup. I wanted to delve more into their relationship, but it really didn't make sense from Binghe's perspective and everyone besides the Sisters in the forums was repulsed by the idea of BL relationship... If I didn't die, I probably would have written a spin-off in their disciple era, a true passion project without worrying about money,” he admitted, a hiccup leaving his lips as he curled around his jug of wine. Shen Qingqiu nodded and hummed, a hand moving to his chin as he thought over that wishful idea of such a piece of literary work.

” I probably would have read that. My Mei-mei in my past life loved BL novels, so I would have been able to get her into PIDW with that," he let out a melancholic sigh at the thought of his dear younger sister. Shang Qinghua gave him a clumsy back pat and they both took a swig from their jars.

" But really, this…this is a lot for me to handle. I could handle being the scum villain, but having two OP men wish to marry me...” he trailed, a pout forming as he thought over how both Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge had feelings for him. He mentally booted Luo Binghe to the side since he was still a minor and possibly going to pickle him in the future depending on how things went.

” I’ve never been in a serious relationship with a woman, and never looking twice at a man,” he spoke frankly, “...Except Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo, but even a blind person would find them attractive– like how every straight white man loves Ryan Reynolds!” Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua burst into giggles.

And then, instead of fully discussing how to handle and plan around Luo Binghe, Yue Qingyuan, and Liu Qingge's feelings for him, the both of them drunkenly played ‘Fuck, Marry, and Kill,’ with modern actresses, actors, and characters. When Shang Qinghua tried to drunkenly leave on his sword, Shen Qingqiu merely bullied him into sleeping in Luo Binghe's old room.

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The weeks leading up to the Immortal Alliance Conferences were the most grueling experience Shen Qingqiu had ever experienced. It was akin to a frog being boiled in water. Shen Qingqiu was the frog and his rising blood pressure from arguing with the System over Luo Binghe’s fate was the flame.

With Yue Qingyuan’s unshakable presence and requests for tea, Liu Qingge’s unplanned visits, and his lessons– Shen Qingqiu hadn’t caught even a glimpse of Luo Binghe’s dark locks. The young man was training even harder than he had before, his days filled with studying, training, and going on night hunts.

Shen Qingqiu was almost impressed, but this was the protagonist we were talking about. If anything, Shen Qingqiu could only hope that the boy wasn’t stumbling and tripping over his two feet as he usually did when he was training.

This Scum Villian wouldn’t be there to catch him, that was for sure.

Shen Qingqiu’s heart gave a little squeeze as he went back to grading his student’s essays. He had been thoroughly bullied and wheedled from his bamboo hut and was grading his student's work on the back porch of Yue Qingyuan’s house.

Don’t ask him how Yue Qingyuan had managed it. Although, Shen Qingqiu was beginning to think it had something to do with Yue Qingyuan’s sudden mastery over puppy-dog eyes.

And not that depressed, wet dog look he used to give him either. There was more energy— more youthful hope and bashfulness that tugged at Shen Qingqiu’s hopeless, romantic side.

It terrified him.

The boost in confidence made the sect leader especially difficult to deal with, as Shen Qingqiu had lowered his defenses against the man after years of thinking of him being an NPC. ‘ I can’t forget… They’re almost like real people,’ he inwardly grimaced, his hand tightening on his brush.

He was startled from his thoughts as Yue Qingyuan walked through the open back door and sat at the low tea table. He gently placed down a tray of tea as well as an ungodly amount of treats. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but smile at the assortment of delicious food, his face uncovered as he relaxed.

He dipped his head at the sect leader a bit too quickly before he set his brush down and accepted the tea that the man offered. The crisp notes of green tea refreshed him from the lazy, warm lull the summer sun had brought over him. His eyes slowly closed akin to a cat and he let out a long sigh.

” Thank you, Yue-Shixiong,” he politely spoke, his face tilted to the sun as he held and savored the caffeinated drink. For the hundredth time, he sorely wished coffee would appear in this world. Alas, his prayers would be unanswered and he would have to make do with green tea.

His eye blinked open when Yue Qingyuan made a tutting sound, “ Please, call this one Qi-Ge while we’re resting in my home,” his warm voice coaxed. Shen Qingqiu bit the inside of his cheek and nodded with a shy glance toward the man’s warm expression. Shen Qingqiu’s stomach churned and his chest tightened at that soft look.

Why the hell not? He was going to push Luo Binghe and abandon him to the Endless Abyss, why not loosen up a bit and continue repairing things between them?

Shen Qingqiu nodded, “ Qi-Ge has gotten better at brewing tea,” he noted, his eyes moving to look at his cup in consideration. That comment brought a bright laugh from the other immortal cultivator.

Looking through his eyelashes, Shen Qingqiu observed that long, handsome face as amusement and happiness bloomed across it. Yue Qingyuan controlled his laughter and nodded, his posture still tense and excited as he regarded Shen Qingqiu in return.

” This one’s advancement stems from Xiao Jiu’s diligent critiques and unfortunate taste-testing over the years,” he smiled back with plenty of humor, those gray eyes bright and warm as he stared at the image the Qing Jing peak lord made. Sitting on large, black cushions on his porch with his carefully curated garden behind him.

Dressed in those cream and green robes, the image of his Xiao Jiu against those shrubs of pink Camellias, red Carnations, and the baby blue Forget-Me-Nots was something Yue Qingyuan had never dared to dream. His face held none of the pain of Yue Qingyuan’s broken promise, rather, those fine features were soft and shy.

He had seen that soft look, a yearning in their youth when it had been just the two of them. It was an innocent love that had somehow remained in his Xiao Jiu, despite their rough life on the streets. A deep trust that, no matter how much life screwed them over– his Qi-Ge would always be there for him...

To be faced with that same expression after so many years, was something that made his tattered heart simultaneously crumble and mend at once. His lips helplessly pulled into a besotted grin as he watched the peak lord dive into the sweet treats like a child.

Small cakes and carefully prepared pastries disappeared as they idly chatted (gossiped) about their sect brothers and sisters. Those deep feelings of love, contentment, and guilt bubbled and swirled in Yue Qingyuan’s chest as he watched Shen Qingqiu rant about his latest read.

The sun had begun its slow descent, warm and golden in its summer glow as it danced across Shen Qingqiu’s pale face. Yue Qingyuan was hopelessly enthralled and stricken dumb by the ethereal visage of the man he had grown up with and had been stolen from him much too soon. Yet, it appeared as though the fates had smiled on their union, as he had him once more-- just in arms reach.

The sect leader’s breath caught as Shen Qingqiu lifted his sleeve and openly snickered, a mischievous gaze peering at him over the wisp-like fabric. Before Shen Qingqiu could make some snarky comment, Yue Qingyuan succumbed to his selfish desire. His half-raised cup went to the table with a heavy ‘clunk’ and he took a deep breath.

” Xiao Jiu,” He croaked out, a warm hand reaching and hesitating as he stretched his palm out to rest on the man’s arm. Shen Qingqiu stiffened slightly, but he didn’t jostle or slash at him as he had in the past. The scholar slowly reached out and held his sleeve in return, his eyes curious as he continued to hide his expression. His green eyes searched Yue Qingyuan's face for what felt like decades, making the sect leader hold his breath.

Finding something there, he dipped his head in reply, his eyes fluttering close as he waited for Yue Qingyuan to compose himself.

” I need to tell you,” he took a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes saddened and his grip tightening as Shen Qingqiu opened his eyes and set a hesitant hand onto his. His hand was almost lukewarm, slightly chill as in youth as their flesh touched. The taller man edged closer, their knees nearly touching as gray eyes bored into a wide, green gaze. His breath shuddered and his gaze remained transfixed on the scholar’s face as that protective sleeve dropped.

The door was open and Yue Qingyuan was not missing this chance. Not like before.

“ I never meant to leave you there, in that wretched manor under the Qiu family. I should have taken you with me on that first night and it has torn me apart in my every waking moment,” he whispered, a forlorn and guilty look cascading over his features like a heavy curtain.

Shen Qingqiu winced and snapped his fan open from his sleeve, his other hand tentatively gripping Yue Qingyuan’s sleeve once more. Silence stretched between them before Shen Qingqiu licked his lips and spoke, “ The past is the past and we were both children, handed a rough beginning together… Qi-Ge must have had his reasons,” his words came slowly, his face grimacing slightly at his attempt to comfort the older man.

Yue Qingyuan dipped his head, his shoulders shuddering while he brought his hand up to clasp Shen Qingqiu’s hand, long fingers winding around the scholar's fan guard. With his gaze focused on the dark wood of the table, he shakily recounted his rash actions and resulting struggles with Xian Shu.

Shen Qingqiu thoroughly cursed Shang Qinghua and his gluttonous habit of torturing characters, a wicked sense of satisfaction for beating the author settling in his chest. Even after the manhandling he had subjected the man to, hearing the details and seeing the pain on Yue Qingyuan’s face made everything 100 times more real.

Thinking of what the barbed-tongued originals goods would say and feel, Shen Qingqiu mustered up his version of the scum villain's fiercest frown and pointed it at the reckless sect leader after he snapped his fan close. To Yue Qingyuan, it was more akin to a fierce pout than the true wrath he had faced since they reunited. It truly resembled the childish anger and jealousy he would receive when his attention strayed to the other street urchins. The worry and kittenish anger shining on Shen Qingqiu's face was like a knife to his heart, while the following words and scolding taps of his fan were ruthless twists.

" Foolish, stupid Qi-ge. Never, ever withdraw that cursed blade without a proper, world-shattering reason, o-or I will make you regret it," Shen Qingqiu inwardly cringed at scolding the Yue Qingyuan-- but that's the least he could do to bring justice for Shen Jiu. Poor, unlucky little Nine. The original goods probably would have made the man suffer with the accidental betrayal, so, he pulled on the faint memories of the few scoldings he had received from his Er-ge and Da-ge to honor the abused boy of their past.

When he saw the man demurely nod, those tears glittering and balancing on the edges of his eyelashes, Shen Qingqiu couldn't hold onto that anger. He just wasn't the best at scolding, as seen by how often his Meimei went to him when she was in a pinch. After a few moments, he strengthened his thin face to allow himself to hug the man. Shuffling closer, Shen Qingqiu ducked his head and slid through the man’s defenses as he winded his arms around the quaking sect leader’s shoulders.

” Xiao Jiu…” he breathed out, his heart notably skipping a beat and weeping from the gentleness. His arms winded around Shen Qingqiu’s as his breath rushed out of him from the unprompted contact. It had been close to two decades since Shen Qingqiu had initiated a hug between them and they still fit together like a sword in its sheath. He had expected the man to scream, to shun him and cut him off for his weakness-- his foolishness. Yet, this easy forgiveness for causing such pain... His steeled heart couldn't withstand this type of ambush.

Strong arms squeezed the Qing Jing Peak lord to Yue Qingyuan, muscle winding and nearly crushing him into the most snug and comforting bear hug Shen Qingqiu had ever experienced in both lives. When the untouchable, always smiling and serene sect leader's breath stuttered and a sniffle sounded from over his shoulder, Shen Qingqiu’s heart ached for the original goods and Yue Qingyuan.

Here he was, a stranger, comforting the man who thought he was hugging his boyhood friend/love. He couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek and look to the ground as he soothingly rubbed the sect leader's back. This reconciliation wasn’t for him, yet, he couldn’t help the satisfied curl in his chest when he pulled back after a long few moments and found Yue Qingyuan’s watery yet bright eyes looking down at him. Those lips pulled into a sad yet broad smile as he stared down at Shen Qngqiu's furrowed brow, a thumb moving to smooth it.

’ I’ll do right by you, Shen Jiu. You and Yue Qingyuan,’ he tentatively vowed, enduring the soft touch with a few small grumbles. The final bits of his resentment for the scum villain washed away when faced with such adoration and understanding for the man's character and his loved ones. ‘ You were a bastard, but I suppose I can understand why. It’ll always be that sadist’s fault, anyway,’ he mentally threw a metaphysical middle finger toward An Ding.

When that warm hand finished smoothing his brow, it then slowly glided down his cheek and caressed the jade-like skin. This even softer, more intimate touch brought a flush to Shen Qingiqu's cheeks, making him look up into Yue Qingyuan’s gaze. “ I love you, Xiao Jiu,” the man’s warm, baritone voice broke the silence, startling Shen Qingqiu with the abrupt confession, despite how informed he was, he couldn't have prepared himself for the intensity. The passion, the fire in his eyes-- everything about Yue Qingyuan was nearly devastating at this moment.

A long pointer finger rested on his lips while Yue Qingyuan brought their foreheads to touch. Although, with how his eyes flickered down to look at his lips, Shen Qingqiu felt as though the man was choosing the less extreme of his two desires.

” I don’t expect you to say anything or accept my feelings just like that. But I wanted you to know that I love you with every fiber of my being. I will always love you as Chang’e rises and falls and like her eternal rays, my feelings for you will never diminish,” his smooth voice and heart-felt words strengthened the smattering of light pink to a fire-hydrant red onto Shen Qingqiu’s pale cheeks.

Wide green eyes tried to focus on Yue Qingyuan’s face, but the man was too close. “ If you don’t return my feelings and only see this one as a brother, I apologize for my selfish and impulsive self,” he demurely tacked on as Shen Qingqiu fumbled for words even after he moved his finger away.

' WTF was up with these men shushing him with their fingers?? Is that like a damn sect trait or some sort of courting ritual?' he couldn't help but think, his lips burning from where the man had laid his finger on the thin skin.

” I-it’s, I just–” Shen Qingqiu stuttered and pulled away, his heart rabbiting and his cheeks aflush like the red coronations in Yue Qingyuan’s garden. He shuffled away slightly and whipped his fan open to fan himself hurriedly, missing the morph of Yue Qingyuan's mild disappointment becoming a highly amused expression. “ Qi-Ge startled me. I…may need some time to process this,” he softly spoke, body jolting when Yue Qingyuan gently touched his clenched fist. A low, devastatingly handsome chuckle came from the man making Shen Qingqiu audibly gulp.

” We have all of the time in the world, immortal masters as we are,” he softly reassured and teased Shen Qingqiu, his gray eyes reflecting the sun like molten pools of silver. Shen Qingqiu flushed harder and nodded, his teeth moving to bite his lip with nerves.

’ I’M SORRY BUT WE ARE ON A TIGHT SCHEDULE BUDDY, AND YOU’RE LOOKING AT THE MATCH THAT’S GOING TO SET THE WORLD ON FIRE!!’ Shen Qingqiu inwardly crashed out, his mind rushing and his chest tightening more as he stressed over their impending doom.

He knew he needed to channel his early detachment from everyone, but it was so hard now! He wanted to protect his white lotus disciple and all of his sect brothers and sisters. Things would be so much easier if he didn’t feel the true weight of the plot– how he controlled the outcome for the entire sect's very lives.

”--ao Jiu? Breathe, Shidi. Forget what this Qi-Ge said,” Yue Qingyuan’s worried voice and light grip on his shoulders brought him back to reality. Shen Qingqiu blinked and stared at the panicked sect leader, “ Allow me to call for Mu-Shidi,” his voice was forcibly calm yet an underlying note of concern tinged it.

Shen Qingqiu shook his head and grabbed Yue Qingyuan’s hand, “ Qi-Ge, don’t leave me,” he told him, the breathless and wild look on his face halting the man’s movement. “ I’m OK, just-- just overwhelmed about everything. The truth, the years of misunderstanding, Qi-Ge's true feelings,” he tacked on, his hands shaking as he gathered himself.

They sat in silence as Shen Qingqiu slowly collected himself. Yue Qingyuan was patient, despite the way that he looked a bit too desperate to press the topic or to physically comfort and hold the Qing Jing Peak lord again. Master of compartmentalizing like usual, Shen Qingqiu merely waved him off.

” Let us discuss something lighter before this master leaves for his peak, hm?” Shen Qingqiu expertly side-lined the awkward topic, his weak smile edging towards coy while he refilled their cups.

Yue Qingyuan nodded, sitting back and giving his own careful smile toward his childhood friend. He could get his answers at another time when they weren’t both shaking from their recovering relationship. As always, Yue Qingyuan was prepared to wait and prove himself as a soft place to land for his love. Already, this soft, quiet scene was one he had never even dared to imagine. And so, he refills their tea and calls for dinner to be served.

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Shen Qingqiu nervously fanned himself as he sat between Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan in the sect master’s viewing platform. He had acted confident and cocky going through on his bet of Binghe winning, yet the approaching abyss event was driving him insane.

It was made even worse by his and Binghe’s first conversation ever since the incident with his courting fan.

When they had arrived at Jue Di Gorge and grouped together, Shen Qingqiu had gestured for Lup Binghe to come to his side. Mindful of the gathering of cultivators, Shen Qingqiu had awkwardly cleared his throat and questioned the teen if was ready.

Luo Binghe had stiffened his back so he was even taller than his Shizun and nodded, a firm look of determination lighting his eyes and a thinning of his lip. “ This disciple will do everything in his power to prove himself worthy of Shizun,” he had replied, his voice unwavering and his gaze intense as he stared slightly down at Shen Qingqiu.

The transmigrator suppressed a shudder at the attention, " Even if it brings Binghe unimaginable pain and suffering to become stronger for, er, to stand by this master?” He raised his fan to cover his face and shifted his gaze around them. The other peak lords and disciples gave them intrigued looks, their ears straining to eavesdrop on the quiet conversation.

Luo Binghe blinked before he excitedly nodded at the question, “ Binghe will endure even the fires of the Abyss for his Shizun. Anything to prove himself as a noble and reliable disciple,” he vowed, his voice earnest and shameless with how he stared at Shen Qingqiu.

The unspoken, ” Reliable suitor,” hanging in the air between them with a stifling amount of tension. It had made the awkward transmigrator lightly blush behind his fan as he mentally screamed at the harem line. He wasn't some flower for you to pluck, Little Boy!!

Shen Qingqiu shook off the memory of those earnest promises, a hand idly plucking at the silky fabric of his trailing sleeve to self-soothe. ‘ He said he’d handle it, so be it!’ He nervously thought, his lip slightly persing behind his fan as he watched the gaggle of young disciples surround Luo Binghe.

Catching the slight pout from where he sat on Shen Qingqiu’s side, Liu Qingge tilted his head and cleared his throat. Green eyes flickered over to the man, his cheeks a light pink as he caught the Bai Zhan Peak lord’s amused smirk and dark eyes.

” Regretting your bet, Qingqiu? Looks like Luo-Shizi’s attracted many to his side,” He asked, his relaxed voice and familiar cadence making the eavesdropping cultivators around them blink and hold back their slack jaws. ’ Where was the cat-fighting and bad blood??? HELLO???’ they all thought in bewilderment. The horrible and disjointed relationship between the two lords almost legendary over the decades.

Shen Qingqiu merely huffed and narrowed his eyes at the man.

” Of course not, Qingge. This one knows Binghe will perform well. This master is merely pondering how… ehm hm, how to handle Binghe’s goals for the future. Youth is determined and bold, as Shidi may recall his own discipleship,” he easily replied, careful with his words as he began to nonchalantly fan himself.

Liu Qingge’s eyes narrowed and his back straightened while Yue Qingyuan frowned and turned from where he was talking with Mu Qingfang to regard Shen Qingqiu. “ And what of Luo-Shizi’s future? This one was curious of what Shidi and his disciple were discussing earlier in such…hushed tones,” the sect leader politely asked.

Shen Qingqiu lightly shivered at the underlying possessive look that sparked under Yue Qingyuan’s mellow smile. His eyes were dark and beseeching as he looked slightly down at the Qing Jing Peak lord.

” That Luo better have said something respectful,” Liu Qingge darkly muttered, his fist clenched and his teeth almost grinding together as he turned to glare at the projected image of Luo Binghe. Shen Qingqiu pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head at their possessive displays and shenanigans.

Before he could give a proper reply, the skies lit up with emergency flares and shit began to hit the fan with the appearance of abyss monsters. Thanking plot devices, Shen Qingqiu hurriedly darted into the arena, Without-a-Cure be damned.

Finally finding his disciple and the useless young disciples from Huan Hua Palace, Shen Qingqiu watched Luo Binghe’s grim expression turn puppy-like and excited. The seventeen-year-old seemed to wish to scurry over to his side before he straightened himself and focused on protecting the panicked disciples.

” Shizun,” he greeted with a tight nod, his expression controlled and projecting supreme protagonist aura rather. Unlike the past, he didn't scamper close and act pitifully for the man's attention, instead, he tried to radiate Badass Energy to Meng Mo's amusement. Shen Qingqiu nodded before he turned his focus onto the disgusting spider-like creatures and effortlessly sliced through a few.

Once the hoard of mobs was cleared, the both of them led the disciples to the pure, protective patch of convenient demon-repelling flowers that littered a portion of Jue Di Gorge. Leaving the group of inexperienced disciples to focus on tackling the rise of monsters, Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe twirled and fought together as though they knew nothing else.

Both of them stumbled and halted when faced with Mobei-Jun’s cool appearance. Shen Qingqiu unsheathed Xiu Ya and threw himself at the demon, his movements quick and experienced.

Prematurely, he grew a bit confident as he matched the Ice Demon’s strikes with his practiced agility and carefully grinded training. The transmigrator bit back a thrilled grin as he landed a jab on the blank-faced demon. Before he knew it, a grimace broke through his carefully controlled expression as Mobei-Jun began to utilize his full strength and powers.

‘ MEDDLING SYSTEM!! WTF IS THIS??’ Shen Qingqiu mentally screamed, his face tight and his hands chilled as he gripped the icicle that had pierced through his shoulder and pinned him to a tree. Thankfully missing his heart and pierced the muscle in a non-fatal area.

His eyes narrowed and a hiss tore from his lips as he caught sight of Shang Qinghua running toward them like an idiot.

” Dumbass– I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” He swore in English, throwing a handful of Qi-sharpened leaves toward the stupid author and Mobei-Jun. Shang Qinghua somehow dodged the attack and rolled into a bush while Mobei-Jun glared at him and threw another icicle toward him like a javelin.

Luo Binghe let out an aggrieved gasp after he pulled himself from the Binghe-sized hole from the force of Mobei-Jun’s pummeling. His dark, void-like eyes reddened and his seal weaky protested against the demonic energy that lurched at the sight of Shen Qingqiu pierced with two, spear-sized icicles.

[ Protagonist's Blackening Levels Increasing at an unprecedented rate!! ( ˶°ㅁ°) Please do your best Host, current levels are: 450/500! Would Host like to purchase a Scenario Pusher?] The system chimed unhelpfully, making Shen Qingqiu nervously flinch and look around the clearing for ideas as he clutched at the icicle in his stomach. Before he could answer the system, his attention was stolen by Luo Binghe's outraged scream.

” Shizun!” Luo Binghe cried out, his rage palpable as he charged at the older Ice Demon, Zheng Yang slashed in a quick arc as he pushed off of the ground and threw himself at the man. When Mobei-Jun swatted him to the side, an amused hum rumbled from his chest.

Shen Qingqiu pulled the icicles from the tree he was pinned against with the help of his adrenaline, his breath stuttering as Mobei-Jun picked Luo Binghe up by the neck and broke his seal.

Mobei-Jun dropped the teenager to the ground in disgust when he shuddered and threw up from the combination of his seal finally breaking as well as Zheng Yang shattering. Vomit splattered on the ground and lined the man’s black boots and pant legs.

Recovering slightly with the help of his mindless rage, Luo Binghe lunged at the demon and attempted to best him with his claws. His long-suppressed demon instincts and his anger driving him to tear at Mobei-Jun and attempt to rip out his throat.

Shen Qingqiu grimaced as both of them savagely tore at each other like feral animals.

” Binghe, NO!” He gasped his eyes widening and his steps faltering as the ground shook and the abyss opened before them. The sulfuric smell wafted in the air as ominous, shrill calls from the inhabitants below reverberated from the opening.

Shen Qingqiu ignored the ice demon as he kidnapped Shang Qinghua and teleported out of the arena, his job of terrorizing the both of them finished. Blood-splattered cream and green robes fluttered around him as the transmigrator rushed over to Luo Binghe’s heaving form over Zheng Yang.

Wild red eyes looked toward him while his clawed hands clenched and unclenched. Unease and fear permeated the air and tainted the clearing with the presence of the Endless Abyss.

” Shizun, stay back from this disciple! This Binghe is impure and mustn’t sully his master with his demon blood,” Luo Binghe cried out, his expression taut as tears of shame lined his eyes. Thoughts of having betrayed his Shizun by keeping his demon heritage hidden brought guilt.

” Luo Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu spoke his name in shock, having never heard such a tone or received anything resembling an order from the boy before. His body stiffened as the System began to threaten him, a timer going off as he made his way toward the stiff and sullen teen.

“ Binghe isn’t just a demon. He is a Heavenly Demon, rejected from the heavens itself for their sinful and blasphemous union of demonic and human Qi,” Shen Qingqiu began the necessary monologue as he tried to turn off his emotions.

But he hadn’t seen the teen for months, and that heartbroken expression and the pitiful wobbling of his lip were tugging at Shen Qingqiu’s ill-prepared heart. The added pain of Mobei-Jun’s attacks caught up to him and made his form weak as he neared his horrified disciple.

His hand shook as it rested on Xiu Ya’s hilt and he cut Binghe’s protest and begging with a harsh, choked laugh, “ Binghe can’t prevent this– You can not stay with this master now! The Abyss will make my foolish disciple stronger for the future ahead of him,” He yelled, his voice was shrill and panicked while his face began to pale.

Binghe stilled from his kowtow and examined his shaking master. His words and breath left him as he caught that tortured and heartbroken expression lining his normally untouched Shizun's features. His gaze grew determined as he stood and listened to his Shizun’s words over the sounds of the hellish screams. He looked back at the Abyss and back once more to his gored and weakened master.

” This disciple will return to his Shizun once he has become strong enough to prevent such injuries from ever occurring again,” he vowed, his fist clenching as he bowed to Shen Qingqiu.

Xiu Ya clattered to the ground and a helpless sob broke past Shen Qingqiu’s lips as he watched Luo Binghe jump into the abyss. He fell to his knees, his limp arm dangling as the icicle remained lodged in his chest while the one in his stomach dug into the ground.

His breath stuttered and dipped as he gripped at the icicle lodged into his stomach and let out a whimper. Nothing but emptiness and the sensation of frost crawled into his chest and pierced his heart as his cool tears slid down his cheeks.

He had succeeded in doing what the System demanded of him, yet he didn’t feel any sort of achievement. He just felt so tired…

” SHEN YUAN!” Liu Qingge’s anguished cry sounded behind him, the Bai Zhan War God and Yue Qingyuan coming to the clearing. The war-torn and bloodied grass was overlooked out of concern for their shared love interest kneeling on the ground.

” Where’s Qingfang?” Yue Qingyuan barked out in distress, his blood pressure skyrocketing as he lit an emergency talisman for the man to seek them out in the hectic battlefields. His hand went to Xuan Su as he surveyed the empty clearing, “ Who did this to you Xiao Jiu?” He asked, his voice tight and his gray eyes sharp and viciously bright like a sword glare.

Liu Qingge supported Shen Qingqiu’s uninjured side, his face tight as he took note of Shen Qingqiu’s drained Qi reserves, his approaching Without-a-Cure spell, and his life-threatening injuries.

Shen Qingqiu didn’t reply, his tear-filled gaze weary and slow as his eyes remained transfixed on Zheng Yang. Mu Qingfang entered the clearing before they could question the quiet man about what happened to his disciple. The healer’s arms and chest were covered in blood, his gaze quick and analytical.

” Quick, melt the icicles with your Qi before they freeze his blood and damage his core from the inside,” He instructed, his words leaving him in a rush as he slid to kneel in front of his fellow peak lord.

Other sect leaders and peak lords came to the clearing in the following hour after the hoard of monsters was defeated, and their disciples were sequestered from the arena to be healed by the Qian Cao disciples in their tents.

” What happened here?” Qi Qingqi demanded, her voice slightly shrill as they landed and gathered to discuss the events of the past few hours. A soft gasp left her lips as she drew closer, her eyes wide as she took in Shen Qingqiu’s downed and quivering figure.

Yue Qingyaun held Xiu Ya in a tight grip as Liu Qingge supported the Qing Jing Peak lord on his lap. His and Mu Qingfang’s Qi circulated to melt the icicles as Shen Qingqiu’s blue lips remained clamped together, his eyes screwed shut as tears stained his pale cheeks.

” Lord Shen and his favored disciple…” The gathered sect leaders murmured together, the Old Palace Master held a truly displeased expression as Wei Qingwei gathered Zheng Yang’s shattered pieces and placed them into a qiankun bag.

” The demon realm shall taste our vengeance from such a show of savagery!” The Tian Yi Overlook sect leader bellowed, his outrage and distraught over the entire event clear on his bearded face. Mu Qingfang gave the gathering crowd a withering look and held up a row of needles in a bloodied hand.

” Please take this discussion where it will not excite my patient before this one takes matters into his hands,” he warned them, a dangerous glint in his eyes before he turned his focus back onto Shen Qingqiu’s prone form.

Yue Qingyuan cleared his throat and begrudgingly directed everyone to follow him, the man throwing worried puppy eyes at the trio on the ground. Liu Qingge and Mu Qingfang worked on stabilizing the scholar with a narrow-minded focus.

” Stay awake Shen-Shixiong,” Mu Qingfang tapped him lightly on the cheek, making Shen Qingqiu tiredly glare at him as his eyelashes fluttered and his eyes drooped. “ Better. Now, tell this Shidi how much pain you’re feeling,” he spoke calmly, his tone conversational despite the severity of Shen Qingqiu’s wounds.

” C-cold and numb Sh-Shidi,” Shen Qingqiu murmured, his chest, arm, and stomach numb beyond the dull, throbbing pain resounding from his wounds. He shuffled, his head resting more firmly on Liu Qingge’s chest as he moved to nuzzle his cheek to the warm body behind him.

” Raise your body temperature a bit more near your chest and abdomen, Liu-Shidi” Mu Qingfang directed, his voice stern as Liu Qingge lightly flushed and nodded. Shen Qingqiu let out a soft sigh as the man became a literal furnace, his body melting slightly while Liu Qingge gently placed a Qi-infused hand on his face.

The cool, soothing energy woke him up while his body remained relaxed, the juxtaposition making him furrow his brows in confusion. He shuddered at the sensation of the ice melting and dripping onto their robes.

“ Oh, that’s disgusting,” he complained, the sight of the diluted blood and his guts literally chilling in Mu Qingfang’s hands making him turn a bit green. He slightly stiffened, almost jolting when Liu Qingge firmly cupped his cheek and tilted his head away from the grisly sight.

” Don’t look then,” Liu Qingge gruffly spoke, his other hand rubbing a small, soothing circle near Shen Qingqiu’s hip to make him relax once more. Mu Qingfang ignored the intimate gesture while he worked to stitch Shen Qingqiu’s skin back together.

” That doesn’t sound like proper bedside manners one should have with a critically injured patient,” Shen Qingqiu scolded, his arm moving to weakly pinch Liu Qingge’s arm. The Bai Zhan Peak lord huffed and remained unmoved by the pestering pinching, effectively distracting the man from his treatment.

” There, Shen-Shidi shouldn’t freeze or bleed to death now,” Mu Qingfang leaned back, exhaustion lining his face as he wiped his hands on the last clean patch of his outer robe.

” Thanking Mu-Shidi and Liu-Shidi for their life-saving care– ah, this one has some extra Qi Replenishing elixirs for the both of you,” Shen Qingqiu told them, weakly shuffling with Liu Qingge’s support as he reached into his qiankun sleeve.

” Thanking Shixiong,” they both intoned, Mu Qingfang absolutely demolishing the elixir as Liu Qingge slowly drank his own. Shen Qingqiu distracted himself from addressing Luo Binghe’s disappearance by fussing over the both of them. His hands still shook and his lips wobbled, but the both of them allowed the peace to stretch.

Soon enough, Liu Qingge helped Shen Qingqiu stand up and brought him onto Cheng Luan, a solid hand resting on the man’s red-stained hip. Mu Qingfang rose onto his own sword, his eyes knowingly darting between Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu with a sly smile.

Liu Qingge scowled at the healer, his ears a bright red while Shen Qingqiu rested against his chest. “ Keep it to yourself,” the warrior warned his voice steely and firm despite his soft hold on the man who had stolen his heart. Mu Qingfang merely raised his hands in mock surrender, an amused twinkle lighting his eyes.

Shen Qingqiu let out a sleepy hum, tilting his head back to slightly look up at Liu Qingge with a confused expression. Without-a-Cure finally stagnated the small amount of Qi he held, making him feel exhausted and heavy, especially after everything that had taken place.

” Nothing, Yuan. Rest,” Liu Qingge softly spoke, watching for a few moments as Shen Qingqiu slowly nodded and his eyelashes fluttered close for the flight to their campgrounds.

Liu Qingge scowled as Mu Qingfang drifted toward them, a soft smile lining the healer’s lips. “ This one is happy for Liu-Shixiong and Shen-Shixiong. Truly the perfect Yin and Yang pairing as our Masters predicted,” he bluntly stated, his smile turning amused as Liu Qingge’s face quickly lit aflame with the earnest statement.

The Bai Zhan Peak lord wasn’t known as the fastest flier for anything. Mu Qingfang chuckled as he watched Liu Qingge’s back grow further away, red-stained cream and green robes wrapping around silver and white.

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Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan stood next to Shen Qingqiu’s bedside at their campgrounds. The pampered Qing Jing Peak lord had his disciples set up a lavish tent with furniture for the week ahead of them. With the interruptions from the demon realm, all of the sects were regrouping and recovering from the loss of their young disciples.

It was extremely late into the night when both peak lords finally had the chance to check on their shared love interest.

The men exchanged a glance as Shen Qingqiu sleepily snuffled and cuddled into his nest of soft pillows and blankets, completely at ease in the presence of both of them.

”...Always took him to sleep on the finest of jade,” Liu Qingge broke the silence, his entire demeanor sheepish as he turned to regard Shen Qingqiu fully. He slowly crouched down to kneel at the side of the low bed.

” Well, one grows tired of sleeping on hard surfaces when they grow up on the streets,” Yue Qingyuan spoke frankly, his kind intonation hiding a hard protective note as he kneeled closer to Shen Qingqiu’s head. He reached out his hand and took out the hairpiece the man had neglected, raven locks floating to caress his pale cheeks as the scholar cuddled further into his pillows.

Liu Qingge hummed, his eyes slightly wide at the reveal of information before he smoothed his expression when the sect leader turned to regard him.

” I’ll get straight to the point here,” Yue Qingyuan’s face was serious, as hard set and intense as it was when they discovered Shen Qingqiu’s earlier state. A large hand went to the Qing Jing Peak lord’s head, soothing and reassuring when the man let out a soft pained noise in his sleep.

” We both care for Xiao Jiu, yes?” The question was rather pointless as Liu Qingge instantly nodded, a fierce look entering his eye as his heart and fists clenched at the sight of Shen Qingqiu unconsciously accepting Yue Qingyuan’s care. Their bond appeared almost instinctual, causing a dull ache to rise in the Bai Zhan War God’s chest.

” What say Liu-Shidi, if Shen Qingqiu is…unable to choose a suitor, least he feels it is unfair to one or both of us?” This question made Liu Qingge jolt, his eyes blinking in bewilderment as he turned his gaze up toward Yue Qingyuan’s knowing gray eyes.

” Has Zhangmen-Shixiong noticed such hesitancy from Qingqiu?” He asked, his head subconsciously tilting with his confusion. He always took Shen Qingqiu to be one who made decisions with the sureness of an axe to a tree, especially as the lead strategist of the sect. Over the past few months leading up to the conference, he had merely set himself to prove his support and love for the scholar. Knowing and assuming that Shen Qingqiu would be comparing and weighing him against Yue Qingyuan.

Yue Qingyuan nodded, a gentle smile lining his lips as he broke their gaze and turned his head to look down at Shen Qingqiu’s relaxed face.

” When it comes to matters of the heart, it seems as though our Qingqiu has been able to heal some of his demons and has grown a bit…naive? No,” Yue Qingyuan’s words became halting as he searched for the proper way to describe such a change in Shen Qingqiu.

They all had noticed the stark change in personality and demeanor– that’s why Yue Qingyuan had run so many tests and possession indicators during those first few months.

If he had discovered that anything was wrong or had taken his Xiao Jiu’s place, he would have expelled them with his own hand. Crushing whatever entity or monster that was looking to trick them without any care for its goal.

Yet, each test failed and more and more of his Xiao Jiu’s younger self and mannerisms shone through his aloof mask. More so, he was softer, untouched by their hard upbringing, appearing as though he only knew the support and kindness of his sect.

He acted almost spoiled, spoiled in a way that Yue Qingyuan had desperately wished to spoil him once they had reunited.

He was smart and sharp, unfiltered and childish mannerism hidden behind that unmoved, scholarly front of his. Others may have been fooled by his aloofness, but Yue Qingyuan could read those expressive, wild green eyes.

” Oblivious,” Liu Qingge’s gruff voice broke Yue Qingyuan from his lull in silence. The sect leader raised his head and looked toward the man, a bit surprised to see that he had gathered the courage to shuffle closer to Shen Qingqiu’s sleeping form. He held one of the man’s limp hands in his.

” It’s confused me. He’s so smart and knowledgeable about the most obscure topics. Yet remains so oblivious when it comes to romance and his sway over people,” Liu Qingge said, his dark eyes softened into something that spoke of amusement and adoration as he openly stared up at Shen Qingqiu’s relaxed face.

Their gazes met, less like the clashing of swords and more like the tangling of a river flowing into the sea. They found a kinship, deeper than their relations as sect brothers or sect leaders and foot soldiers. Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan further understood each other in their pursuit of Shen Qingqiu’s love.

” If you are proposing for us to enter into a harem together with Qingqiu– I wouldn’t be opposed to such a dynamic,” Liu Qingge flushed as his eyes darted away from the other man’s long, serious face.

Yue Qingyuan smiled, his hand moving to stifle a deep chuckle as Liu Qingge continued to blush and fidget like a nervous maiden. “ I too, wouldn’t mind entering such a relationship with Liu-Shidi and Shen-Shidi. However,” he paused, mulling over his words with careful precision.

” It would be important that we are all equal if Xiao Jiu were to agree to such a relationship. I wouldn’t want my position to deter either of you from voicing your true feelings or concerns in such a bond…Especially if we are to be intimate with each other,” Yue Qingyuan dipped his head.

Liu Qingge’s face flushed to a bright red hue, steam almost literally blowing from his ears as he forced himself to not jump and flee the tent in a mad dash. As such, he only trusted himself to give the man a firm nod.

” Qi-ge? Minghui?” Shen Qingqiu tiredly called out, his eyes blearily blinking open. His vision cleared as Yue Qingyuan pulled his hand away from his head, the man’s long black sleeve tickling his face while Liu Qingge’s warm hand withdrew from his slack grip.

He rubbed his eyes with his hands and weakly pushed himself up, his ascent slowed by Yue Qingyuan’s gentle hands. “ Careful, Xiao Jiu,” the sect leader murmured, his gentle tone and handling making Shen Qingqiu grumble and weakly whack his arms as a blush dabbled over his cheeks.

Especially as Liu Qingge sneakily went to his other side and plumped a pillow for him to lean against.

” Ayo! What the– is this one some sickly little sister for Qi-ge and Minghui to come running to with every hiccup and cough? Is this Shen not an immortal master?” He snappishly asked, his hands grabbing his blanket as it fell and exposed his loose inner robes. A high blush fell over his cheeks as he pulled the thick fabric to his chin.

’ Beyond cute,’ both of the men thought as they were scolded and snapped at by the embarrassed peak lord. They shared a knowing look when Shen Qingqiu began mumbling to himself and nervously running a hand through his long hair.

” Xiao Jiu,” Yue Qingyuan his large hand settling on the scholar’s hunched shoulder, earning a slight jolt before he relaxed. Bright green eyes looked toward him, the weariness and hidden turmoil clear even under the soft glow of the moon orb on his bedside table.

” Are you able to tell us of what happened with Luo-Shizi and the Ice Demon that injured you?” His voice was mellow and gentle like downy fur, while Liu Qingge settled close on Shen Qingqiu’s other side with his own quiet support. A firm hand found its way to the middle of Shen Qingqiu's back.

Shen Qingqiu let out a sigh and turned his gaze to his blanket, his hands moving to pluck at the soft silk while his shoulders slumped under Yue Qingyuan’s hand and his back sloped. He was silent for a few moments as he gathered his thoughts and story. After finalizing and ironing out the details as best his tired mind could, he launched into his report of what occurred.

” Then, we were attacked by the Northern Demon Realm heir, Mobei-Jun. He pinned me to a tree with those icicles and when the Endless Abyss rifted and opened, he battled with Luo Binghe and threw him into its depths,” he ended the recounting of events. The both of them gasped at the reveal, the white lie still holding the weight of what actually happened.

”...” They sat there, unwilling to feed Shen Qingqiu sweet nothings when hearing of such a horrible series of events. Yet, they were startled when the scholar lifted his head and gave them a gentle smile.

” Qi-ge and Minghui needn’t worry for Binghe or this master. Any disciple of mine should be able to handle the abyss, hmm?” He lifted his hand to his lips and let out a soft laugh that turned a bit hysterical as Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge continued to dumbly blink at him. 'Everything is going to plan guys, no need to worry yourselves when it comes to the protagonist!' Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but think in an almost giddy way as he observed their silly expressions.

A finger went to wipe at the corners of his eyes as he shook his head at the both of them, “ Why, this master wouldn’t be surprised to meet his disciple someplace in the future– persistent boy he is,” he gave them a rueful grin, his green eyes flashing and slightly wild in the dim light. Shen Qingqiu was filled with this anxious energy, a nervousness that shook his limbs and quickened his breath.

Before either of them could either reassure him or gently argue against that line of thought, Shen Qingqiu’s eyes widened and his hand fell to the bed in an almost frantic search. “ A-ah, where are Zheng Yang’s pieces– They weren’t left behind were they?” He asked them, his heart rate increasing as he looked around the room. He could see Xiu Ya, propped to the side of his bed, yet Zheng Yang's pieces weren't anywhere to be seen.

His heart quivered and his minuscule amount of Qi grew restless. He couldn't lose that final piece of his White Lotus-- the boy he raised and a favorable reminder of his sweet protagonist before the disciple returned to enact his vengeance... Would he face a fate worse than pickling, with how he bent the vengeful stallion? Would Xin Mo influence the protagonist to, what, have his way with him once he is left rotting in the Huan Hua Palace's prisons. A full-body shudder shook through him as he attempted to run from his tent.

Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge fruitlessly tried to calm the man, knowing that the longsword pieces were safely nestled in Wei Qingwei’s qiankun pouch– and no, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t go back to the clearing to make sure they were all picked up!

Mu Qingfang whisked into the tent, his outer robe haphazardly tossed on and his signature hat left behind. He didn’t even blink at the sight of Yue Qingyuan clutching Shen Qingqiu’s back like a koala bear and Liu Qingge wrapped around the man’s half-raised waist. The both of them stilled at the healer’s appearance, while Shen Qingqiu let out a relieved call.

” Mu-Shidi, please tell these two that this Shen-Shixiong is perfectly rested and all set to look for his disciple's longsword pieces,” he nearly whined, his breath rushed and his eyes darting while his weak Qi boiled in his tired limbs. He needed to leave, needed to move while he still could.

Mu Qingfang pulled a bag of calming herbs and crushed them before bringing them to Shen Qingqiu’s nose. A gentle hand rested on the back of the scholar’s head, his mouth falling into outrage before the powerful scent washed over his weakened state. The other men watched as the scholar's muffled, frantic words slowed and slurred as he gradually succumbed to the effects of the strong sedative while his protesting limbs fell limp.

” Calm, Shen-Shixiong. Liu-Shixiong and Yue-Shixiong are telling the truth. We have collected all of the pieces of Luo-Shizi’s sword,” he gently reassured the man, moving back after Shen Qingqiu’s haunted and frantic expression relaxed. He watched as Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge settled the man back into his bed, gently positioning his weakly shivering body into the comfortable bedding.

” It’ll be reforged, yes?” Shen Qingqiu asked in a small voice, his lips pulled into a small pout as he slowly blinked as the weariness crashed into him. Already exhausted and sore from his brief struggle, “ Binghe will need his sword once he gets out of the Abyss. What cultivator would be alright with not being able to wield his blade? Ah,” he paused in his rambling, giving Yue Qingyuan a look of slightly dull concern.

” No offense, Qi-ge,” he mumbled, his body moving to cuddle to the man who had placed a hand on his back, a worried expression lining the sect leader’s fine features.

” None taken, Xiao Jiu,” he softly replied, his eyes turning to regard the other men, who held similar expressions of concern. Mu Qingfang’s gaze was more assessing while he kept his steps light as he knelt down and took Shen Qingqiu’s vitals. When his normally stand-offish Shixiong attempted to hold his hand in a silent bid for comfort, Mu Qingfang gently exchanged his hold for Liu Qingge’s waiting hand.

When Shen Qingqiu began to complain and pitously snap at them for their "unnecessary worry, as he was fine", Mu Qingfang could only massage the bridge of his nose as his stubborn Shixiong tried to downplay his condition. The healer pulled back and reached into his robes to grab a soothing tonic from his qiankun sleeve, “ The shock and grief are catching up to him. Experiencing such traumatic events can be hard for even the most experienced cultivator,” Mu Qingfang gave Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan serious looks as he paused in portioning the tonic.

” Here, Shen-Shixiong should drink this for a peaceful night of sleep,” Mu Qingfang gently lifted the portion of tonic towards him. When Shen Qingqiu lifted his nose and shook his head with a frown, Liu Qingge surprised him when he took the small teacup.

” Drink this, Yuan. It is to help you relax,” Liu Qingge spoke bluntly and forcefully, his sharp voice quiet yet unyielding as he grabbed Shen Qingqiu’s hand and placed the cup into it. Long fingers curled around the cup as Shen Qingqiu tilted his head back down to regard it. They stared at each other in a show of wills, Shen Qingqiu being the first to turn his gaze away with a pout.

A sigh left him as he begrudgingly lifted the cup to his plump lips and drained the cup in a few sips. Once finished, he coughed into his sleeve and turned his head into Yue Qingyuan’s chest to give Mu Qingfang a cranky glare.

” Mu-Shidi always makes this one drink the most bitter tonics,” he pouted and hissed his displeasure, his usually blank features 100% more expressive than the healer was used to with his un-masked state.

Mu Qingfang hid his amusement as he pulled a bag of candied fruit from his sleeve and tossed it to a dumbfounded Liu Qingge. By reflex alone, the warrior grabbed the bag before it could hit his chest and he blankly stared at the sweet treat.

” Give Shen-Shixiong a few of those and all will settle. Now,” he expelled a bone-tired breath and folded his arms to give the sect leader and the Bai Zhan Peak lord a narrowed look. “ Zhangmen-Shixiong and Liu-Shixiong better not further interrupt this one and Shen-Shixiong’s rest if they know what’s good for them,” he blatantly threatened them.

” Of course Mu-Shidi,” they both intoned with proper respect and fear. Their gazes remained transfixed on the floor as Mu Qingfang let out an approving huff and benevolently bid Shen Qingqiu goodnight.

Once Shen Qingqiu was given more than enough pieces of candied fruit, the sect leader and Bai Zhan Peak lord gave their own goodnights and left for their own tents.

Before they departed, Yue Qingyuan stilled and gave Liu Qingge a thoughtful look, “ Yuan?” He asked, his deep voice breaking the silence of the campgrounds as his mouth carefully formed the unfamiliar name.

Liu Qingge halted where he was pulling the curtains to his tent back, turning to face the sect leader with a nod. “ Qingqiu had recently mentioned how he had been thinking of taking a new name. He told me to call him by the name Shen Yuan… Has he not mentioned it to you?” He couldn’t help but ask, his brow furrowing as Yue Qingyuan’s expression grew complex.

He relaxed his features and shook his head, “ No, but I will keep that in mind for the next time I address him,” he dipped his head toward the man in polite dismissal and went to his tent.

There was much to think about when it came to moving forward from this disastrous day.

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” Which of you two will be taking care of Shen Qingqiu?” Qi Qingqi asked, her fan lazily splayed before her as she fanned herself. “ With Shang-Shixiong kidnapped and Shen-Shixiong recovering mentally and physically, operating as a sect over the next few months may lead to some…issues if his heart demons are left to fester,” she stated, bringing attention to the elephant in the room.

Everyone’s eyes drifted to the empty seat next to Yue Qingyuan on instinct, the seat had remained empty for the past few weeks– already a month after the horrible events of the Immortal Alliance Conference.

Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge exchanged a look between themselves, the Bai Zhan Peak lord noticeably blushing while the sect leader remained unruffled at the sudden question.

A soft smile lined Yue Qingyuan’s lips as he shifted to look at Qi Qingqi, “ Besides all of our efforts as a martial family… Liu-Shidi and this one will both be, ehm, providing extra care for Qingqiu,” his tone was kind yet his gray eyes told another story as he pinned each of them with a firm look.

Qi Qingqi’s eyebrows raised as she hid her face behind her fan, while everyone exchanged surprised looks.

” The both of you will be courting Shen-Shixiong simultaneously?” Wei Qingwei bluntly and boldly asked, a hand stroking his square chin as his gaze bounced between the two of them.

” More importantly, does Shen-Shixiong know of your plans?” Mu Qingfang asked, his unsurprised voice breaking through the eager shuffling and soft murmurs as Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge attempted to reply simultaneously.

The both of them looked toward the healer, their own versions of sheepishness displayed for everyone to see.

” Having attention from the both of us won’t hurt– especially if it helps ease the pain of losing one's favored disciple,” Liu Qingge argued, his ears a bright red while his arms folded tightly across his chest. Yue Qingyuan nodded in agreement, his features pleased as he noted the familiar protective demeanor Mu Qingfang held when it came to Shen Qingqiu.

” Thanking Mu-Shidi’s care for Qingqiu. Qingge and I have discussed these matters amongst ourselves and have seen eye to eye on the importance of focusing on Shen-Shidi during this time,” he told them, his words coming without shame as he boldly looked at everyone.

” Yes, Zhangmen-Shixiong and Liu-Shixiong make good points,” Mu Qingfang spoke again, his eyes narrowing as he pinned them with a cool, unamused look. “ But this one asked if Shen-Shixiong knows and accepts such attention given his current state,” the healer’s tone made multiple peak lords sweat and shift in their seats.

Liu Qingge’s eyes darted to the exit, Cheng Luan an itch on his hip as he heard that familiar, no-nonsense tone. Yue Qingyuan nervously flicked his sleeves out before he slowly shook his head.

” Shen-Shidi has been through much emotional turmoil to consider tackling such a conversation,” Mu Qingfang threw his hands into the air in blatant outrage before he began to massage his brow, Yue Qingyuan trucked through as he kept his voice level. “ Liu-Shidi and I plan on merely being there for Qingqiu on a personal level, rather than try to pursue our respective courtships. Our presences may help or may hinder him, but it can only be better than this quiet isolation…”.

” Head Disciple Ming has kept this one updated and things could get grim if left as they are,” Liu Qingge agreed, his voice as firm as his straight back and determined eyes. His chin jutted slightly when Mu Qingfang gave him a weary look that embodied his distrust for the Bai Zhan Peak lord’s stubbornness.

” As long as you two are careful in your handling of Shen-Shixiong,” the weary healer settled on saying. “His body can not handle another Qi deviation. If he were to deviate now, I fear his core may experience some critical consequence to his cultivation and immortality... At worst, his core could become unstable and detonate on itself,” the healer softly admitted to the other lords, his gaze turned downward.

Silence stretched amongst the martial siblings, many faces paling as the severity of their resilient peak sibling’s condition came to light. The room was so silent that every immortal master could hear each other’s raised heartbeat and breath intake.

” M-Mu-Shidi, truly?” Yue Qingyuan gasped, his hand clutching his chest while the healer nodded. Gray eyes met the complicated swirling emotion of the healer’s brown as the man raised his gaze and nodded.

” That is why this one recommends that Yue-Shixiong and Liu-Shixiong operate with caution. Why this healer thinks we all need to treat Shen-Shixiong with the proper care befitting his condition,” he then regarded each present peak lord with a stern look. Some looked to the tables in shame, others held it for a few seconds and then darted away.

” Of course. What martial family would we be if we let our siblings go in such a way?” Qi Qingqi softly intoned, her fan snapping close as she looked at everyone with a determined gaze. “ This one will ensure Shang-Shixiong’s safe return to the sect within the next month. Our espionage units have followed all of the clues from Shang-Shidi's office and they all lead to the Northern Ice Demon domain of that Mobei-Jun and his uncle,” she informed them.

” You have all of our support,” Yue Qingyuan nodded, his face settled into his usual confident mask of control and calm power. He wasn’t worried about Shang Qinghua’s status, knowing that the man would return as he usually did during his months-long disappearances.

It was quite obvious, ever since the Invasion of Sha Hualing and her forces that there had been a traitor to allow them to breach the wards. This kidnapping and ruin of the immortal alliance conference pointed toward Shang Qinghua’s involvement, especially tied to Mobei-Jun’s uncharacteristic involvement with the human realm and targeting of Cang Qiong sect members.

The constant chill that clung to An Ding and the demon’s attempt to stop his uncle from ending Liu Qingge’s life was evidence of some interest for the sect. Yue Qingyuan was benevolent, not stupid. So, he would be interested to see what the man’s story was.

After normal sect matters were discussed and the budgeting was nervously noted by the acting An Ding Peak head disciple (poor, poor girl), Yue Qingyuan called the meeting to a close.

When he stood, he and Liu Qingge met gazes and they politely extracted themselves from the meeting. They were silent as they walked to the flying zone and stepped onto their blades to head to Qing Jing. The quick flight was spent in their own thoughts, the clouds wisping and kissing their cheeks.

Once they alighted on the Qing Jing Peak grounds, they were met with the sight of Ming Fan and a bunch of the younger disciples gathered in a circle. They were muttering and scratching their heads, their faces concerned until they caught sight of an approaching Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge.

” Shibo! Shishu!” They all cried out as they gathered around them, their young faces drawn into looks of concern and anguish.

” Shibo, Shizun hasn’t smiled since we returned!” One cried, “ Shizun hasn’t taught a single lesson– not even on beasts. Beasts, Liu-Shishu!” Another sobbed, their eyes wide and heartbroken as they clung to their robes and cried out disturbing behavior.

” Ming Fan? Ning YingYing?” Liu Qingge looked to his most reliable informants, who went into a salute before their Shibo and Shishu, their respectful greeting making the other disciples pull back to a respectable distance. Ning YingYing frowned and wrung her hands while Ming Fan pressed his lips into a tight line.

” Shizun hasn’t ranted to YingYing about a single book, nor has he eaten a single meal since we came back,” Ning YingYing’s voice shook and her head dipped down, her very ribbons lackluster and downtrodden as they swung in the breeze. “ A-Luo’s death has hit us all so hard,” She whispered out, a weak sniffle leaving her as she thought of her obsessive yet sweet friend.

It was strange, to wish for Luo Binghe to be there to annoyingly pester her and the other Qing Jing Peak disciples for once. She missed his whining, his petty menacing and outright kissing-up to Shen Qingqiu. To wish to see her tall Shidi clinging onto their teacher like a leech, his face all demure and his posture maiden-like as he fawned over the immortal master.

” YingYing will take Shibo and Shishu to see Shizun,” she said after worrying her lip in thought, Ming Fan gave her a hesitant look. Ning YingYing elbowed him when he went to protest, given their Shizun’s request for no visitors. “ Da-Shixiong,” she lowly growled in warning, her expression turning fearsome and a bit wild as she glared at the older teen.

Ming Fan threw his hands up and swiftly turned after giving the two adults a quick bow, his tail effectively between his legs as he made himself and the other disciples scarce.

Ning YingYing turned and gave them a polite smile and gestured for the men to follow her up the familiar stone path leading to the isolated bamboo hut. Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan both regarded her with newfound respect. If they were to hurt Shen Qingqiu, they knew she would be right next to Mu Qingfang in raking their souls across the coals.

Ning YingYing quickened her pace as the hut came into sight, her steps light as she knocked on the door. When silence rang through the house, the girl sighed and turned to give them a sad look. “ He must be at A-Luo’s sword mound,” she softly told them, her shoulders slumping.

Yue Qingyuan gently stepped to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, his face soft and kind while his deep voice took on a soothing note. “ I’m sorry you had to worry over your Shizun’s state with only your peak member's support. Liu-Shidi and I are here now to help,” he reassured her.

Ning YingYing’s lip wobbled and she sniffled, her hand moving to grab the sect leader’s arm in a tight grip as she nodded. Her throat painfully constricted as her body quivered with the sadness of not being able to lessen the burdens of the man who had taken to her care as the father figure she never had.

” Why doesn’t YingYing bring us tea in a shichen, hm?” Yue Qingyuan softly offered, giving the seventeen-year-old girl a fatherly smile. Her chin raised and a confident sheen came over her distraught features as she nodded. When she pulled back, she pointed them to the clearing toward the back of the hut and gave them an energized bow.

The Peak lords followed the path leading to the backyard, bracing themselves for the worst-case scenario.

When they came upon Shen Qingqiu peacefully sitting on a stone bench in front of a plaque with an empty spot for Zheng Yang’s reforged sword, they exchanged another look. When their weary gazes returned to the mourning man, they noted that Shen Qingqiu was too deep in thought or meditation to sense their presence.

Yue Qingyuan softly cleared his throat and called for the scholar’s attention as they approached. Shen Qingqiu blinked and tilted his head up to look at the two men, his hair drifting in the gentle yet chilled autumn breeze.

” How’s Shidi been these past few weeks?” Yue Qingyuan asked, his tone was casual yet his words were careful and precise. Shen Qingqiu gave both of them distantly suspicious looks as they settled on either side in front of him after paying their respects to Binghe’s grave.

” This one has been well, of course. What of Qi-ge and Minghui?” the transmigrator replied, his hands absently going to play with his fan while his gaze drifted down to the currently empty sword mount. “ Ah– do you happen to have any news of Wei-Shidi’s progress on Binghe’s blade?” He asked, his detached state clear in his voice.

Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan grimaced before they steeled themselves with their own determination (i.e. stubbornness), the both of them deciding to gingerly sit on the empty sides of the bench. The bold movement and cornering earned them a surprised yelp and a stiff Qing Jing Peak lord, his gaze popping up to give the two of them wide-eyed looks.

’ This feels like an intervention is about to take place,’ Shen Qingqiu wearily thought, his fan opening and hiding his face as he regarded the two with more aware, suspicious glances. “ This one is well,” the sect leader told him, Liu Qingge nodding his agreement when the scholar turned to pin him with a look.

” Wei-Shidi is making great progress on reforging Zheng Yang, the blade is remelting and being welded together as we speak,” Yue Qingyuan reassured him, a large hand moving to tentatively settle on Shen Qingqiu’s arm, the one holding his fan like a lifeline. Green eyes looked over Yue Qingyuan's coaxing, handsome face and those set eyebrows with narrowed apprehension.

If Shen Qingqiu wished to control wherever this conversation went, he knew he'd have to be extra persuasive.

” Let us speak plainly, Xiao Yuan. Can you show us lowly sect brothers your face? How are you truly doing?” The Sect leader's quiet voice broke the silent stare-off, his boldness and confident hold of Shen Qingqiu’s arm stealing the transmigrator's breath. Faced with that soft call of his name and the gentle, filial look on the sect leader's face, Shen Qingqiu was effectively stumbling to recover.

” Ah, ha,” he sighed out as his cheeks pinkened slightly at how his heart fluttered. He kept his arm firm and his face covered for a few moments before the pressure of the man's warm hand eased its way past his tense defenses. Not willing to fully give into Yue Qingyuan's whims, Shen Qingqiu forced his gaze to the gravesite for his White Lotus. “ Qi-Ge has grown much too bold– Minghui too, with how you seem to run headlong into these types of conversations-- Not that there is anything worth discussing,” he wearily complained, biting the inside of his cheek as he tried to breathe through the ache in his chest.

” Bold? Nothing to discuss?” Liu Qingge scoffed in disbelief, his arms crossing in front of his chest as he shifted his body to face the scholar, their knees slightly touching. “ Affection and worry are much too different to be confused with boldness… However, love is known to make even the smartest man a blind fool,” Liu Qingge’s voice was gruff yet he spoke his mind without a second thought.

Shen Qingqiu blinked and gaped at him like a fish, the philosophical thoughts almost worldshattering and altering for the archetypes he had categorized the Bai Zhan War God as. A man of few words, words that were blunt and often came with a flustered tone.

This was new.

” Oh, well, yes. L-love can do as Shidi says,” Shen Qingqiu murmured, his hands moving to fiddle with his sleeve as his brain nearly blue-screened. He’d never had people other than his family look or speak to him with such affection. Speak with such bluntness that it was clear that they didn’t care if they offended you in their goal to care for you.

Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t have been surprised if Liu Qingge took him by the shoulders and attempted to shake him free from the frustrating feelings that clung to him. The unnecessary guilt and bitterness that came with being forced to follow the System's plots and the original good's abusive ways.He hadn’t even gotten to fully compartmenalize his feelings before the two of them tag-teamed him!

So unfair!

” Let’s go inside and enjoy the tea that Ning-Shimei prepared. This one happens to have some Water Chestnut Cakes that Minghui and Xiao Yuan may wish to try,” Yue Qingyuan expertly drew his attention. The sentence was professionally spoken with the ease of a master poltician as befitting his Qiong Ding teachings.

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t find any way to brush off the man’s attempt to pull him from the sword mount that wasn't essentially screaming in his face and channeling his inner Shen Jiu. Especially when Liu Qingge merely affirmed the sect leader’s idea and set a hand to his other arm. His grip was relaxed, but Shen Qingqiu knew the two of them would be able to prevent him from fleeing.

” Yes yes, let’s. Allow this one to act as host to his Shixiong and Shidi as he should have been,” Shen Qingqiu cooly snipped, allowing himself to be guided into the small building with his head held high. If he was going to be shepherded around by these two, he was going to make sure he remained unflappable and aloof. They entered the official office space and went past Luo Binghe’s room, the transmigrator pointedly ignoring it as he was all but dragged to the table.

Shen Qingqiu shook their hands with a graceful flick of his sleeves and settled onto a cushion next to the front door. The both of them sat on either side of him, close and bordering on improper with how they tried to toe the line between hovering and sitting in their usual manner. Ning YingYing walked into the main room from the kitchen, her hands holding a neutral set of a minimalist white pot with cups that had the faintest golden edge. It could be taken as a slight to their positions, but Shen Qingqiu could care less for the finer china or the more intricate designs.

Everything was too much and even he could admit that his mind needed plain and simple, in this world of so much movement and action.

” Thank you, YingYing,” he softly said, as she focused on setting the table with a determined focus, accidentally giving the slightly red-eyed girl a gentle pat on her head out of instinct. His hand stilled then drooped as he tried to nonchalantly brush off the ache in his chest by fussing over her lackluster ribbons. Ning YingYing dipped her head in response, her hands clutched in her lap to control her impulse of throwing herself into her gentle master’s arms.

" This YingYing only does as expected of her," she murmured, her lips pulling into a slight, watery smile when their gazes met. Shen Qingqiu's hands dropped to his lap and he softly dismissed her with a slow dip of his head.

" This old man appreciates YingYing's efforts," he reassured her, his gaze moving to the pushy assortment of snacks and treats that had been snuck onto the table. " YingYing should go and rest for the rest of the day. Maybe visit her friend in Xian Shu?" Shen Qingqiu gave her a sly smile as he brought his closed fan to his lips, stifling his laughter and the desire to rub his chest as Ning YingYing flushed and sputtered.

Shen Qingqiu was not going to let her live down the time he had accidentally caught her and Liu Mingyan of all people kissing in one of Bing-ge's wooing spots on Qing Jing. Ning YingYing huffed before she forcibly smoothed her expression and respectfully bowed to the seated and amused Peak Lords. When she closed the door, none too gently behind her, Shen Qingqiu finally chuckled and tossed his sleeve back as he focused on preparing their cups, easily going through the motions as he served their tea. When Yue Qingyuan brought out the Water Chestnut Cake, he couldn’t help but eye it with a half-interested look.

Liu Qingge looked like he was going to burst from curiosity, his perplexed expression making Shen Qingqiu's soft chuckles morph into a mischievous giggle. "Liu-Shidi hasn't heard?" Shen Qingqiu hid his amused grin behind his sleeve, his eyes sparkling as he gazed at the unaware man. When Liu Qingge shook his head, Shen Qingqiu gave a final snicker, before he smoothed his expression and took up his cup with all of the poise of an immortal master.

" Ah, it is not this one's place to tell then," Shen Qingqiu stated, openly grinning when Liu Qingge merely growled and drank his tea with a confused expression, his mind whirling. ” Now, where did Qi-Ge get such a cake?” Shen Qingqiu asked as he sat back and pinned Yue Qingyuan with a look as Liu Qingge pondered in silence. Effectively preventing them from diving into talking about his mental state and how he was doing. Because there was nothing to talk about there of course, since he knew Luo Binghe was probably doing fine– hell, he was probably killing it since he jumped into the abyss by himself.

” Ah, this one's youngest disciple wished to bake it for Xiao Yuan,” Yue Qingyuan easily replied, merely smiling when Shen Qingqiu gave him a narrow-eyed look. The sect leader merely cut the cake and served everyone at the table. Liu Qingge settled into an unflappable look as he set Shen Qingqiu's teasing to the side, however, the slight hunch of his shoulders betrayed his usual discomfort for social settings.

Shen Qingqiu let the topic go to dig into the cake, a pleased hum leaving him as he ate the first flavorable thing he’s had for the past month. He hadn’t wished to eat any of the dishes Ming Fan delivered from the kitchens– nothing could compare to the protagonist’s blessed cooking.

So he had been practicing inedia after quietly telling the boy to stop wasting food on him.

” This one's been meaning to ask Xiao Yuan why he’s decided to change his name after so long?” Yue Qingyuan voiced after they spent a few moments in silence, his voice non-judgemental while his face clearly displayed his curiosity. Liu Qingge straightened at this as well from where he had been picking at his cake, clearly too sweet for his tastes as he pulled some of the savory side dishes toward his plate.

Shen Qingqiu faintly blushed at this, thinking over his answer as he refilled their cups. “ This one hopes his response isn’t seen as a slight to Qi-Ge or something cruel and arrogant…,” he prefaced, his green eyes meeting Yue Qingyuan’s gaze. When the man merely gave him a nod, his gaze open and his features relaxed, Shen Qingqiu drew a nervous breath.

Since the System had been dead-silent since Binghe’s jump into the abyss, he relaxed further as he carefully crafted his reasons. “ Ever since this ones deviation and general change in outlook, I’ve felt like the name Jiu hasn’t fit me– besides this ones relationship with Qi-Ge, I’d say it acts no more than a reminder of the slavers of our past and their control over us,” Shen Qingqiu blabbed, easily sliding into his Peerless Cucumber mode as he dissected the name.

Yue Qingyuan blinked at this perspective, but he was barreled over as the transmigrator continued to air his opinions and grievances. “ Which, yes, this one can see how we’ve snubbed such humble beginnings, but really. The fact that we haven’t chosen new names for ourselves to further display our independence is a bit confusing to this one. Especially if this Qingqiu must live with his given title of Qiu,” the scholar gave a disdainful sniff and raised his nose to the air at the character, his fingers similarly rapping on the table like his keyboard.

”...Indeed,” Yue Qingyuan replied, a bit awed by Shen Qingqiu’s calm if passionate argument for their shared past and the names they held. When the younger peak lord gave him an expectant look, Yue Qingyuan jolted and set his cup down and clasped his hand to his chest.

” This Qi-Ge supports Xiao Yuan’s decision in this, and apologizes for any discomfort he caused with his ignorance on this topic,” he spoke, genuine and smooth. “ This one just hopes Xiao Yuan doesn’t view this one negatively if he continues to go by Qi-Ge…” He nervously trailed off, a soft chuckle leaving him when Shen Qingqiu merely gave him a bewildered look.

Shen Qingqiu shook his head at the man, his fingers itching toward his fan before he settled on rhythmically tapping his fingers on the table some more. “ It would be weird if Qi-Ge went by any other name. If he wishes to cling onto our history, this Yuan won’t hold it against him,” Shen Qingqiu softened his tone at this, his lips quirking into a smile as Yue Qingyuan relaxed from his awkward-dog like apprehensive look.

” Truly honorable,” Liu Qingge voiced his opinion, making the both of them remember his presence with a small jolt. He merely sipped his tea as Shen Qingqiu blinked at his response.

” Is Minghui secretly part mouse? Shidi’s always so quiet for one known as the War God of Bai Zhan-- where are the loud blurts of 'Shameless,' and 'You' that Shidi is known for?” Shen Qingqiu teased the man as he sneakily contemplated grabbing another piece of cake for himself with a flick of his eyes. Liu Qingge huffed at the jab and merely shifted to plop a second piece of cake onto Shen Qingqiu’s plate. Shen Qingqiu lightly blushed at the effortless compression of his desires, dumbly moving to place a bite of cake into his mouth before he could say something stupid.

” Isn’t Shen Yuan always the one telling me to mind my words?” He retorted, his amusement blooming across his expression as Shen Qingqiu quietly toiled and grew flustered at the domestic move and attention. That teasing sentence brought a scowl to Shen Qingqiu's lips, who could only defend himself.

He swallowed his cake and straightned to look down his nose at the man, ” I suppose being more inclined to silence can have its benefits, as seen by how Minghui’s unexpected grace in words has taken his conversation partners by surprise,” Shen Qingqiu huffed, losing the battle with himself as he took another bite into the slice of cake.

Yue Qingyuan let out a deep chuckle, a sparkle of amusement dancing in his gray eyes as he nodded in agreement. Liu Qingge stiffened and lightly blushed, his naturally harsh, closed-off expression settling once more on his fine features in response to the teasing.

Before he could shout his favorite phrase and critique of, “Shameless,” at the two of them, he was startled when the sect leader pinned him with a fond look and a cheeky grin. His large hand leisurely swirled the contents of his cup as he observed the both of them.

” This Zhangmen-Shixiong of yours will have to keep that in mind lest we ever come into a… tricky situation with the other sects,” he mused, his official words and outright scheming making the Bai Zhan Peak lord flush and narrow his eyes at the men in a knee-jerk response.

Since Shen Qingqiu had opened his fan and finally hidden his face, Liu Qingge fell into his habit of crossing his arms and glowering. “ Shameless of you two– openly plotting right in front of me, on how to use me for your political scheming and benefit,” he half-heartedly scolded them before he huffed, his shoulders rolling and then forcibly relaxing as he gave them a mullish look.

” Although, I give my permission as long as it’s for the sect’s sake. Or Yuan’s, of course,” he allowed, earning an amused eyebrow raise from Shen Qingqiu and a respectable tilt of his head from Yue Qingyuan. The man clinked his cup to Liu Qingge's before he tossed the contents back in a smooth gulp.

Ride or Die recognizing Ride or Die.

Shen Qingqiu blinked and then ignored the interaction, ” Even if such an action were to sully Liu-Shidi’s peerless reputation?” He couldn’t help but drawl out, leaning toward the Bai Zhan Peak lord with open interest. When he also drained the last of his tea, he allowed an amused smirk to form on his plump lips as he watched Liu Qingge open and close his mouth like a fish. Dark eyes flashed between a rougishlu smiling Yue Qingyuan and a cool Shen Qingqiu.

Liu Qingge nodded a bit too quickly, “ F-Filiality is important to this one, just as much as justice. Even more so, since this one is still in Shixiong’s debt for his selfless actions,” he replied, his earnest and firm expression making Shen Qingqiu have to stifle a slightly hysterical giggle. Especially as the man sputtered over his words and held himself like a shy maiden.

If he were reading this type of scene between the original goods, he would have scolded the shockingly cute, eager to please, and simple-minded War God. Pah, kissing up to Shen Qingqiu and all but pledging his life with his dogged loyalty– way too enduring and naive of you, Liu-Shidi! He was lucky that Shen Qingqiu wouldn't nefariously take advantage of such pure-heartedness.

And if Shen Yuan's feet kicked a little bit as he chuckled and smiled after reading about such a character, it only made sense for him to order a few pieces of unofficial Liu Qingge merch.

Shen Qingqiu lifted his arm and covered his traitorous lips from how they pulled into a delighted smile. ‘Ah, I truly have the strongest men on my side,’ he couldn’t help but think, ignoring how that inner voice appeared rather smitten and dreamy.

” This one will do his best then to keep Liu-Shidi and Yue-Shixiong from getting into such diplomatic situations on his stead,” he mused, his crescented eyes finally relaxing into their phoenix shape as he finally controlled his traitorous lips. He tilted his head in confusion when he noticed how red-faced the two men had gotten.

” Eh? Are you both feeling hot or something?’ Shen Qingqiu asked, oblivious to why they were both blushing. Despite being waved off, Shen Qingqiu stood and grabbed a pitcher of water with a cooling/preserving talisman from the kitchen.

” Here, here. Drink some water,” he fussed, cleansing and filling their cups despite their sheepish refusals. When they played a few games of weqi, Shen Qingqiu felt properly relaxed and energized for the first time after a month. He chewed the inside of his cheeks as he considered being even more selfish.

When they made to leave, the two of them paused at the threshold, forcing Shen Qingqiu to sway from where he was going to start pacing. His hair flowed as he turned to look at their stubborn expressions, his skin lightly pimpling at the sensation of their intense gazes. “ Shen-Shidi must remember that he can come to us whenever he needs,” Yue Qingyuan softly reminded, his face gentle as he moved to pull Shen Qingqiu’s hands into his own.

A faint blush tinted Shen Qingqiu’s face and he hesitantly nodded, “ No matter how busy we seem. Shen Yuan is always important,” Liu Qingge pressed, standing so close that the scholar could see the dark fleeks and blueish tones of his eyes.

Ducking his head, Shen Qingqiu parted his lips to snap at them before he took a deep breath. “ This one will keep that in mind,” he murmured, not completely lying down in submission, but allowing a softer acceptance to leave him when faced with such adamant gazes.

Yue Qingyuan squeezed his hands and gave him an absolutely charming smile, “ Good,” was all that left his lips. But the complexity and sternness of that single word was spoken with the levity of a vow.

Shen Qingqiu felt a slight sweat start as his stomach swooped, a fully powered Yue Qingyuan was just too powerful. He gently extracted his hands from the sect leader, the man’s hands making sure the gesture lingered as their fingers dragged across each other's. 'MAY DAY, MAY DAY,' Shen Qingqiu's thoughts roared, his throat bobbing as he gulped and whipped his warmed hands to his chest.

“ Have a good day, Minghui, Qi-Ge,” he quickly dipped his head to both of the men, too flustered to properly meet their gazes. The two men returned the sentiment before they turned and left Shen Qingqiu to cool his face and excitedly pace the main hall– his mind racing with the hope from the two men’s support and nothing more!

Sure, they would be going against the protagonist, but the support of two OP side characters was nearly mind-boggling– almost unheard of for a Scum Villain archetype. When he settled into a shrimp-like position at the table, the rest of the cake left behind for him to eat, Shen Qingqiu straightened himself with renewed vigor.

He grabbed his lesson planning journal and made a few notes. He muttered to himself and wrote with an energy that had been missing from him, unaware of the presence of Ning YingYing and Ming Fan as they nosily peeked into the bamboo hut.

The two disciples moved away from the door, twin expressions of joy and eagerness lining their expressions. Ning YingYing punched the older teen's shoulder and jumped up and down, “ I told you they would be good for Shizun’s state,” she grew smug when Ming Fan dipped his head in acquiescence.

” Okay okay, now, let me go and–” he was cut off and his shoulder was grabbed as he went to approach the hut, his eagerness to clean and further observe his energized Shizun halted with Ning YingYing’s firm hand gripping him with the sureness of death.

” Oh no, Da-Shixiong doesn’t get to reap the benefits!” Ning YingYing tutted her tongue as she brought herself ahead of the boy, she gave him a mean grin as she put her hands on her hips. “ Since YingYing was the one to bring this good fortune to Shixun, she must insist that Da-Shixiong focus on running the next few classes so this Shimei can clean and look after Shizun,” she all but ordered.

Ming Fan flushed and attempted to keep himself from scowling, first he had to deal with Luo Binghe’s gross obsession– now this! Agh, he was not paid enough to handle sticky disciples. “ Fine, fine,” he huffed, his back straight as he bowed and took his leave, while Ning YingYing skipped back to the hut.

When the man pulled her into a conversation of Fire-Repellant Slimes of the Southern Demon Realm and mysterious, body-growing Mushrooms, it took everything within her to not throw herself at her Shizun and weep with joy.

Chapter Text

Shang Qinghua sat in a bed on Qian Cao, finally allowed to accept visitors and rest after he was effectively grilled and interrogated. He only got by on the skin of his teeth as he wove a horrible story of abuse at the hands of his king, as supported by Mu Qingfang’s observations over the years.

It helped that when he was handed over to the sect (i.e. thrown from a portal by his king into his booby-trapped office), his body was covered in bruises and his bones ached from his king’s vigorous manhandling.

The only other thing that sucked was that Shang Qinghua had to catch up on a mountain of paperwork without the loyal support of his head disciple. The girl had threatened to excommunicate herself from the sect if she didn’t get a break, so, the transmigrator had stiffened his upper lip.

A startled yelp left his lips as the door whipped open, his thoroughly worn senses jolting at the appearance of his fellow transmigrator.

” Broooo,” Shang Qinghua pitifully whined out in a soft voice, his eyes tearing up as he sniffled at the sight of the other man. He had feared for his life a bit with how Mobei-Jun had acted over the past month– the demon even bit his cheeks and tossed him to the foot of his throne a few times in front of the court.

Shen Qingqiu’s fan whipped open as he observed the faded scars on Shang Qinghua’s face. Disgust rose in him at the freaky sight of teeth marks lining the man’s face, but he swallowed it down as he moved to the chair at his bedside.

” Hey Qinghua,” Shen Qingqiu greeted nonchalantly, his hand gentle as he awkwardly soothingly patted the author’s arm. “ You resting well?” He asked pointlessly since the recovering transmigrator was clearly swamped with paperwork.

Shang Qinghua sniffled and wiped his face with a laugh, his hand moving to pick up his brush as he turned to look at the financial reports he was drafting. “ As good as I can be,” he murmured, relaxing as Shen Qingqiu awkwardly rubbed his shoulder a few times before pulling away.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Shen Qingqiu shifted and looked at the paperwork, “ I have a few shichen to spare if you’d like a hand,” the man offered, unfortunately, a bit soft-hearted to the author’s beaten and worn image.

Shang Qinghua looked at him with a wide gaze before he nodded, “ Yes, yes! You’re an actual angel in disguise, Cucumber-bro,” he nodded, his eyes pleading and desperate as he divided up the paperwork before Shen Qingqiu could disappear on him.

Once settled at a nearby desk with a decent amount of reports, Shen Qingqiu subtly looked around the room with an expert eye. Spotting the Qi-monitoring and recording talismans stuck to the ceiling, Shen Qingqiu pulled out one of the artifacts the original goods had and activated them with a swift touch.

The discreet, noise-canceling jade necklaces rested on the front of his chest, the amulets softly glowing from the active status. The glint of the green stones caught Shang Qinghua’s attention, his eyebrows raising as he side-eyed the transmigrator.

The sound of Shang Qinghua’s brush and the rustling of paper continued to fill the room as Shen Qingiu pulled off one of the necklaces and slid it over Shang Qinghua’s dipped head.

” There,” he murmured as he sat back, picking up the brush once more and focusing on the paperwork. “ Useful thing to have on hand, yeah?” Shen Qingqiu spoke nonchalantly, his sleeve flicked back as he worked.

Shang Qinghua’s voice sounded in his ear like a Bluetooth earbud, their voices muted to the room, “ Yeah, props for finding it in that house without losing a hand,” the transmigrator intoned, his lip absently curling with amusement.

Shen Qingqiu shuddered at the memory of some of the booby traps he had encountered with the more precious pieces in his collection. This recent artifact had been found during his most recent time of isolating himself, hidden under a bespelled floorboard that had threatened to explode on him.

“ He was a creative bastard, I’ll give him that,” Shen Qingqiu chuckled, the both of them focusing on the paperwork for a few moments before he brought up his new ideas.

” Here’s some of my latest ideas for when Binghe gets back from the Abyss,” Shen Qingqiu tossed over a thick, tightly wounded scroll. The thick scroll hit the bottom of Shang Qinghua’s bed, thankfully missing his tray of writing supplies and wet ink.

Eyeing the thick scroll, Shang Qinghua sighed and massaged his brow. “ Do we really need that many contingency plans? He loves you, bro. I highly doubt he is going to destroy the sect– if anything, all of the shit that could go wrong will land on my shoulders like usual,” he complained, his shoulders slumping as he groaned.

Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes and shot him an unamused glare, “ And why would he not destroy the sect to kidnap and have his way with me?! It’s not like he hasn’t done that with over a hundred of his wives,” Shang Qinghua gave him an offended look, his arms crossing after he paused in his work.

” Cucumber-bro has such little faith in my son!” The man huffed, his lips pulling into a pout as Shen Qingqiu gave him an unamused raise of his brow. Shang Qinghua rolled his eyes, “ Come on, you taught him yourself. He’ll want to do everything and anything to keep himself in your good graces,” the transmigrator popped a melon seed into his mouth.

Pale cheeks blushed as Shen Qingqiu bit his lip and looked out the window, “ Ooooh, what? What? Spill bro, spill!” Shang Qinghua excitedly squeaked, his eyes wide and bright as he took in the uncharacteristically shy look on the man’s face.

Shen Qingqiu whipped his fan open and covered his blushing face, his gaze still darting away from Shang Qinghua’s gossip-hungry stare. He expertly directed the topic away from the building harem he was strangely gaining. The thought of dealing with three OP cultivators in bed, fighting for his attention– it was too much for this newly discovered Bisexual? Gay? P-Polyamourous?!

Hell if he knew anything besides his distinctly Not Straight sexual orientation and dating preferences. He just knew he might have caught some feelings (as anyone else in his position would!) for not one, but these two, handsome and endearingly loyal men!

“...Don’t forget how obsessive and jealous you’ve made him, Airplane,” he settled on croaking out with a dismal tone. “How he has to control his demon instincts and fulfill the never-ending, lustful hunger of Xin Mo at the same time,” the Qing Jing Peak lord anxiously scowled at the man.

He caught the moment the fellow transmigrator truly realized how fucked Shen Qingqiu could be, a guilty and pale look crossing his face.

A knock sounded on the door, forcing Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua to turn off their necklaces and hide the jade amulets in the fronts of their robes “ Yes?” Shang Qinghua nervously called out, his shoulders tweaking up when Mu Qingfang answered him.

” Ah, Shen-Shixiong. This one didn’t know you and Shang-Shixiong were such close acquaintances,” Mu Qingfang openly expressed his surprise, his eyes flicking from Shen Qingqiu, the pile of paperwork he was working on, and the pale look on Shang Qinghua’s face.

” A-ah yes. Please don’t mention it to Liu-Shidi or Zhangmen-Shixiong,” Shang Qinghua tittered, placing his paperwork to the side so Mu Qingfang could take his vitals. Shen Qingqiu huffed and glared at the An Ding Peak lord, his fan slowly waving as he fanned himself in disdain.

” What is wrong with this one being friends with Shang-Shidi? Wrong enough for you to think it necessary that we hide our friendship like young lovers evading their cruel parents?” Shen Qingqiu raised his brow as Mu Qingfang lifted his free hand to his face and Shang Qinghua squawked.

” Br- Shen-Shixiong mustn’t joke like that. They’ll have my head if they think this one trying to get close to you,” Shang Qinghua muttered toward the end of his sentence, thinking back to the rough shakedown Liu Qingge had subjected him to when he thought he was cornering Shen Qingqiu.

And don’t get him started on the smiling face and hidden threats Yue Qingyuan had laid on him when he had interrogated him. Shang Qinghua thought he was going to get skewered by a sheathed Xuan Su when he gave his cover story of being abused and chained to servitude by his king.

And don’t get him started on getting found out like that! He had shaken his useless System down, and all it had said besides being offline was that the genre had changed!? Changed to what exactly?? Shang Qinghua had no idea, and he dreaded his fate every day.

” Shang-Shidi must remember he can rely on his martial siblings, we wouldn’t want him to forget the righteous path and associate himself with such demons…it would be very bad for his health,” Yue Qingyuan’s pleasant voice and cold eyes haunted Shang Qinghua every night.

Mu Qingfang looked over the two, Shang Qinghua’s shaken expression and Shen Qingqiu’s oblivious yet protective posture. He sighed and called the recording talisman toward him and cleared it with his keyed qi, his hand holding it as he regarded them.

” This Shidi won’t mention it to Zhangmen-Shixiong,” Shang Qinghua stilled, his face paling even more as he caught the shark-like smile on the healer’s face. “ However,” Shen Qingqiu stiffened at the sudden bribing coming from the decent healer, his fan darting to cover his face.

” Shang-Shixiong and Shen-Shixiong must make a vow to keep this one informed on any harmful situations to their healths and allow this one to treat any wounds as soon as possible, rather than allowing the wounds to fester,” he blackmailed them, for their own good.

Shen Qingqiu’s brows furrowed in confusion and considered the man, “ This one still doesn’t see the issue of our friendship. It’s clear Shang-Shidi was tortured and subjected to Mobei-Jun’s authority for decades– he is innocent of Shidi’s judgment,” he argued as he snapped his fan close, narrowing his eyes as Mu Qingfang didn’t bother looking to him.

Shang Qinghua internally screamed at himself for making the Cang Qiong Sect members so protective– so annoyingly filial to the point of being cutthroat, morally grey, and a little yandere.

He also cursed Shen Qingqiu’s damn alteration of the plot with that stupid fan set. If Liu Qingge never fought Languang-jun and was defended by his King, damningly verbally and physically halting the demon’s efforts according to Liu Qingge’s report. If the system hadn’t prompted him to enlist Mobei-Jun to fight during the Immortal Alliance Discussions, his spying would still be under wraps and the genre would still be the same– low IQ canon fodder characters and all!

” We accept,” Shang Qinghua sighed, giving his fellow transmigrator a firm look when the man went to further argue. “ Please continue supporting these humble Shixiongs of yours,” he bowed, politely and semi-begging the healer to have mercy.

Mu Qingfang turned his head and raised a sharp brow at Shen Qingqiu, forcing the Qing Jing Peak lord to bring his fan up once more to hide his expression.

Silence stretched between them as they stared each other down. Shen Qingqiu sighed, “ Fine. This one promises Mu-Shidi he will seek help as soon as possible and not hide his condition on purpose,” he agreed.

Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua stiffened as their vow strengthened with their Qi similar to a blood vow. The transmigrators exchanged a look as Mu Qingfang breathed a huge sigh of relief and gave them a smooth smile, he then bowed and dismissed himself.

The door clicked, the monitoring talismans gone as the healer left them to their scheming and planning– his conscious clear and a piece of his soul resting easy now that two of his biggest stressors were dealt with. Now if he could find a way to pin Liu Qingge into a similar vow…

Shang Qinghua flopped against his pillows with an aggrieved sigh, his hand moving to massage his brow as he took a few calming breaths. “ Did we just make a deal with the Devil?” Shen Qingqiu uneasily murmured as he slowly settled back into his chair to follow through with his mission of helping his bro.

The fellow transmigrator turned his head to give Shen Qingqiu a world-weary look, “ Worse bro, much worse,” he groaned, absently turning the jade amulet in his hand as the silencing wards of the room pressed on him. “ Shit’s fucked for real now after that stupid genre change,” he piteously grumbled to himself as Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu quirked a brow at him in confusion, “ Genre change?” Shang Qinghua nodded glumly, the man sighing once more and sitting up to focus on his tower of paperwork.

” System won’t say what it changed to, but we’re officially not in a Stallion book, I can promise you that bro,” Shang Qinghua informed him, ignoring how Shen Qingqiu looked to the side to question his own system. When nothing came of that, they fell into a long-suffering and understanding silence.

” I have the feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” Shen Qingqiu mirthlessly quoted after a few moments, the comment earning a soft scoff from Shang Qinghua.

” Zūn dū jiǎ dū?! (Really or Fake?!)” Shang Qinghua exclaimed with an exaggerated expression of surprise, the resemblance to a small, surprised dog in one of many pet memes making Shen Qingqiu snort and roll his eyes.

The tension lightly broke as they continued to reference internet memes and slang as they worked. When a little over an hour passed, Shen Qingqiu stood up and rolled his neck.

” I have to get back to my peak– Ning YingYing has gotten extremely clingy as of recently,” he frowned in thought before he turned to consider Shang Qinghua with a furrowed brow. The transmigrator reflexively threw his hands into the air at the slighted expression.

” YingYing’s lesbian now. Did that happen in your drafts or do you think she was affected by Binghe’s…crush on me?” He questioned, slightly miffed and embarrassed to be talking about relationships and romance. It made his thin face prickle and warp slightly, despite how prevalent discussing things such as feelings has become.

Shang Qinghua blinked at him for a moment before he seemed to strengthen himself and give his fellow transmigrator a pitying smile, best suited when faced with an innocent child who was ignorant of the world.

” Cucumber-bro… I don’t know how you didn’t catch on, but like everyone in Bing-ge’s harem is bisexual to some degree. Especially Ning YingYing and Sha Hualing– god, Liu Mingyan is blatantly a lesbian,” the author slowly and kindly explained.

Shen Qingqiu looked as though he was slapped by this information. His gaze grew slightly distant as he looked to the side to consider his hetero-normative perspective of the novel.

Liu Mingyan never having a sex scene with Luo Binghe… Ning YingYing’s close bond with Sha Hualing and Liu Mingyan, the core Waifu trio… The orgies with frequent WLW interactions…

” I didn’t think you wrote any of that to be… deeper, than just satisfying those reader’s kinks,” he admitted, his critiques of Shang Qinghua’s writing and tropes well-known between them. Yet, everything was much different now that Shen Qingqiu had grown somewhat used to viewing the ‘characters’ as the people they were.

Multi-faceted and way too realistic in their struggles; their perceptions of Shen Qingqiu; and their dream to only be the work of a novel.

Shang Qinghua gained a conflicted expression, the tip of his brush coming to rest on his lip. “ I’m not proud of losing my way, but what’s a man to do, y’know? Bills gotta be paid somehow,” He settled on saying, his tone cynical and his expression grim.

Shen Qingqiu bit the inside of his cheek, knowing his privilege. He dipped his head and murmured his goodbyes. Before he left the room, he frowned and stiffened his shoulders to give the man the barest of looks.

” This is the only time you’re ever going to hear any of this garbage from me,” Shen Qingqiu gritted out, his cheeks a light pink while Shang Qinghua gave him a startled stare. “... I’m glad you’re okay and I’m glad that you wrote this stupid book,” he spat out, opening the door and quickly yet dignifyingly fleeing from the man’s room.

” Tsk, Tsundere,” Shang Qinghua muttered, his hand moving to wipe his teary eye as he settled back into his work.

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If you asked Shen Qingqiu how he ended up at a brothel, he wouldn’t have the faintest clue. Well, that’s a lie, since he had been blackmailed into visiting the original good’s Jiejies and Meimeis.

It had been made abundantly clear once he had approached the closed brothel doors, led by a grim-faced Madam from the town at the bottom of the peak that he couldn’t escape this current visit.

His hooded form concealed his image as they walked through the slightly rowdy streets, filled with other lingering and adventuring souls of the night. “...How has Ting-Mei been? Hopefully, she isn’t too upset with her Jiu-Ge’s absence,” he hesitantly spoke, still cautious around this woman.

The system had labeled her as Madam Jiao Ting, the first time he had been narrowly kidnapped and thoroughly threatened to visit the Warm Red Pavillion after a whole year passed. She was a short, middle-aged woman who held the fine beauty from her youth, her bubbly personality and joking demeanor often made it easy to overlook her crow’s feet and lightly silver-streaked hair.

Her back was firm as she gave her Jiu-Ge (older than however many years, Shen Qingqiu was unsure) a truly fearsome look. “ Of course, we were worried, Jiu-Ge. After what we heard…” she lowly murmured, her voice muffled as she went to the side and headed to the back of the brothel.

” News spreads fast, I suppose,” he intoned with an amused chuckle, knowing that the women were likely worried over his silence from after the Immortal Alliance conference.

Silence stretched between them as they entered the building, only broken when the girls cried out as he stepped over the threshold. He subtly channeled his qi to drive away his faint blush as all twenty of the women and training girls crowded him.

He was led with many hands and worried expressions toward ‘his’ room, a room filled with green cloths, jade furnishings, and beautiful paintings. While he didn’t visit as often as the original goods had needed to, he still fulfilled the man’s obligations to the brothel.

Providing them the rent money for the room, their annual talisman updates, and just enough visits to stave off their sadness. While it had been sad to pull the amnesiac ploy on them, it had gained him twenty (overbearing) Jiejies and Meimeis, as well as a few male acquaintances.

They hadn’t been close for obvious reasons, but Shen Qingqiu attempted to be more friendly towards the male brothel workers. Overall, it provided a more freeing avenue for him to drop the immortal master mask once and a while.

He yelped as he was pushed into the ‘cuddle pile’, a soft bed full of pillows and soft blankets, and was overwhelmed with the younger girls cuddling to him and the older women bustling around the room. One of his Jiejies pulled his boots off as another woman took his outer robes off of him.

It was only because they were masters of divulging men of their layers, that they were able to unwind the fabric from his body with the five younger girls crowding him. They were bickering lightly over who would get the first braid of the night, while the older women brought in dinner and their instruments.

They didn’t play and dance for fun. Not yet, for Shen Qingqiu knew he would get grilled for information, once everything was settled.

As, once the Jiejies and Meimeis had found him to be more shy and a thousand times more approachable and easy to push around. They were like sharks scenting blood in water.

They knew exactly how to make him divulge his information and indulge in their care. They bullied and nettled their way into his heart, much like how his Meimei from his previous life bullied him.

” Girls,” Ting-Mei’s soft yet stern voice called from where she was helping prepare tea for everyone, her bright eyes flickering over Shen Qingqiu’s face for the slightest indication of discomfort.

” Apologies,” they murmured, not sorry at all as they eased more into their Jiu-Ge, playfully pouting and smiling as Shen Qingqiu hummed over who would get the first braid.

” If this one’s memory is right, it would be Biyu-mei’s turn,” he smiled, stifling a chuckle as one of the more unruly girls briefly pouted. Yet that didn’t stop the average height, russet-locked, and lightly freckled Feng Biyu from approaching him from where she sat a few inches next to his shoulder.

She settled near his knee, her back softly hunched to help Shen Qingqiu see what he was doing with all of the young teens lazing around him.

It sounds weird and a scum-like position to be in– Shen Qingqiu knew that, wholeheartedly! But the girls and women were truly like his family in this way, and he had always been closer with the women of his family than the men.

Sure, his brothers and father loved him– there was just something a bit easier and deeper with his mother and his sister. With them, he was encouraged more to delve into what struck his interest.

He was allowed to practice his hair and makeup skills on them; go shopping without having to worry that they would rush or roll their eyes at him; and they entertained his gossiping and gushing about celebrities and whoever else caught his eye.

It helped that they were less judgemental about his weak constitution, unwilling to quietly judge him for his physical shortcomings as his father did.

So, he rarely allowed himself to indulge in the gentle and concerned attentions of the brothel workers.

” Is it true that Jiu-Ge w-was pierced with ice?” The youngest Meimei, an orphaned girl named Xiao Yeong asked, her soft cherub face pale and open with her fear. Shen Qingqiu softly smiled and paused his braiding to pet her head.

” Yes,” they all collectively gasped and some of the girls let out a long whine, one of the older women, a healer of the brothel, was visibly holding herself back from disrobing or strangling him. Shen Qingqiu shifted so the pile of sad, lichen-like girls was protecting him.

” Jiu-Ge is fine. Especially since he had one of the best healers of the Jianghu tending to him,” he gave the healer, Yingyue-Jie, a charming smile that made her narrow her eyes at him. “ This one is fine,” he emphasized, patting Biyu-Mei’s shoulder so the next girl could get her braid.

Madam Jiao crossed her arms and gave him an unimpressed look, “ And what of Jiu-Ge’s mind? His nerves and heart demons?” She asked, her voice firm and her gaze unrelenting.

The room was quiet as Shen Qingqiu thought and focused on the girl’s hair before him. His mind wandered and his lips pursed slightly, his voice rang out like a clear gong in the waiting silence.

” This Jiu-Ge has been well. Yue-Shixiong, Liu-Shidi, and my disciples have seen to it that I have nary a moment to spend wallowing in the events that took place,” he told them, his softly aching chest gentling as he considered his situation. He had been able to dissuade Mu Qingfang from appointing him a Mind Healer, a Xianxia therapist, but he knew he was on thin ice there.

He could feel the older women gazing at his face and his calm posture. “...What about your favored disciple?” One of the Erhu players murmured, the instrument clutched to her chest as she hesitantly mentioned the elephant in the room.

The concubines and performers knew how close he had grown to Luo Binghe, given how he fell into fond rambling when relaxed. They also knew of his feelings for Liu Qingge, long before the fan incident occurred.

Shen Qingqiu sighed yet forced himself to finish off the braid, patting the girl’s back and gesturing for Xiao Yeong to sit before him. “...It is an unfortunate fate, to be thrown into the Endless Abyss by a demon. But I know Binghe is well, his spirit is strong,” his murmuring words drew upset titters and soft sniffles as the older women and the girls drew closer.

He was surrounded, his elbows pinched to his sides as arms wrapped around him and faces pressed to his back and side.

” Aiyah, you lot are so sticky,” he complained, his voice bitchy and scolding while his lips pulled into a fond smile. The cold, aloof mask of the original goods could never last long when in the presence of these women. It always ended up melting and flaking off like an iced pond during spring.

Their voices fell and tripped over each other as manicured hands tapped and pulled at his ears in playful reprimand. Sentiments such as, “ Jiejies always worry for Jiu-Er,” and “ If Jiu-Ge wasn’t so stubborn–” tinkled and giggled around him, teasing and playful.

It was only when Madam Jiao cleared her throat, that the room settled into a calm state and the women went to their usual positions. They leisurely rested on the soft furniture and gossiped, while some of the younger girls fled his warm lap to show off their latest dance routine.

Vieled fans flickered and swooshed in the air while someone plucked at the Guqin resting in the corner. Food and drink were served and the few male brothel workers joined the room, settling a respectful distance at the table.

Shen Qingqiu was pulled into many different conversations and that aching in his chest released its soft torment.

Chapter Text

Shen Yuan was doing great if anyone asked him. Well, many people asked him, often and frequently– just subtly and through casual mother-henning and imposing themselves on his alone time.

As he had dealt with some of his… issues regarding the endless abyss and his hand-wavy future, he understandably still had the scant few days where he felt a bit down in the dumps.

When he found himself in a daze of forgoing food and drifting toward his white lotus’ burial mound, Yue Qingyuan was bound to show up at his doorstep and invite him out for lunch or to request he help ‘brainstorm’ solutions to some sort of political problem.

And if the gloom stuck with him like gum to the sole of a shoe, Yue Qingyuan lovingly dropped him off with Liu Qingge, the two of them heading off of the mountains in search of rare beasts and adventurous night hunts.

Shen Qingqiu had put up a fight over the first few times, borderline threatening Ming Fan with his demotion if he continued to utilize his Shibo and Shishu to cut into his Sad Boy hours. Yet, he had grown somewhat used to the care and attention his Qi-ge and Minghui provided.

Before he knew it, a year and a half had passed since the Endless Abyss and he and Shang Qinghua had finished getting their mushroom bodies in place. It had been messy, getting Mu Qingfang to help sign off on that mission given how protective the two menaces were– but their bodies were growing in an obscure forest close to Cang Qiong.

The soil wasn’t entirely ideal, as Shen Qingqiu had wished to plant it in the perfect mixture of a field in the borderlands from a papapa scene. Once they introduced some invasive demonic plants to help aid the soil mineral composition, Shen Qingqiu had some hope that it would succeed. However it went, they had to make do with the tight leash on which they were being held.

So, Shen Qingqiu wasn’t surprised when he and Liu Qingge were sent out to handle a succubus settlement and a missing young master after his mood remained low for two weeks straight. Sue him, he couldn’t help it. He always got a little sad toward the end of summer, when it got rainy and grew chilled as fall approached.

At least Liu Qingge was a master of the outdoors, he absently appreciated the way that Liu Qingge used Cheng Luan to cut the foliage like a standard machete. The cave was elusive and well-hidden, as they followed the trail of demonic energy through the dense forest and winding paths.

Shen Qingqiu walked idly behind him, his hands clasped together and covered with his trailing sleeves as he let Liu Qingge do all of the manual labor. He admired the surrounding fauna and the withering florals from the summer season.

” Hmm,” Shen Qingqiu hummed with interest, the noise making Liu Qingge perk up and look back toward him, his face clear of sweat and his expression light and attentive in the warm sunlight. “ Ah, this one was merely wondering if Cheng Luan appreciated being used for such menial tasks,” he told the man, his comment bringing a slight furrow to the warrior’s brow.

He gave Cheng Luan a long considering look before he shrugged and swiped a low-hanging tree limb, “ Cheng Luan’s never been picky about what they’re used for. As long as they are used with respect and to bring justice, they are happy,” he answered, simple as he gave Xiu Ya a pointed head tilt.

Shen Qingqiu elegantly stepped over a root before he demurely allowed himself to say, “ Xiu Ya dislikes being used for ‘foolish’ tasks, as she says,” the transmigrator huffed, the sword and its spirit giving him an aloof hum through their bond.

Liu Qingge raised a brow toward him in interest as he slowed so they were walking side by side. “ She speaks to you through words?” He asked in interest, his own bond with Cheng Luan mainly being conveyed through images and a distant happiness or lust for battle.

Shen Qingqiu tilted his head back and forth in a ‘so-so’ manner, his head adornments tinkling in the breeze with the movement. That pesky silver sparrow and a jade hawk rested in his guan, the newer addition a gift from Liu Qingge from the beginning of the summer…

Let him be a little delusional and protect his thin face. Dealing with two handsome men seeking his attention like common pets wasn't easy. Liu Qingge still left rarer and rarer beasts on his doorstep like a cat– c’mon!

“ Only when she deigns to scold me or criticize my sword forms,” he grumbled, his frown hidden behind his sleeve as he gave Xiu Ya a sullen look. She listened to him and allowed him to wield her, but she was like a cranky pet waiting for the sitter to leave and her parent to come home.

That had been one of the indicators to help him through the possession investigations– that she hadn’t shattered or remained sheathed and unwilling to be drawn.

” Sounds like Yuan and Xiu Ya have a close bond,” Liu Qingge stated, flashing him a crooked, teasing smile before he turned his focus back onto the foliage once more. Shen Qingqiu tsked at that, muttering a petulant “ As Liu-Shidi says,” as he focused on navigating the forest.

Soon enough, they broke into a clearing and stood before a large, gaping cave. Liu Qingge’s hand brushed against Shen Qingqiu’s, startling him from where he had been observing the area and the demonic Qi-sensing artifact hanging from his sash.

He snapped the compass close and looked to the other cultivator as a calloused finger brushed over the back of his hand. “ Ready?” Liu Qingge softly asked, his gaze observant as he looked over Shen Qingqiu’s face and checked over his meridians with a familiar, gentle wrist clasp.

Shen Qingqiu nodded, still flustered when it came to this part of their routine. Liu Qingge was anal about keeping his Without a Cure from building up even a cun. His visits having steadily come to an unshakable degree rather than the bare minimum from the beginning of their friendship.

Now, Shen Qingqiu was lucky if the man only visited twice a week to clear his meridians, a rigidity that often pleased Mu Qingfang during his cheek-ups.

“ Of course. Liu-Shidi would be insulting his own capabilities if this one wasn’t,” he spoke waspishly, his wrist still and his red cheeks covered with the war fan he had brought out of storage. It was light green with silver metal work, light and airy despite its sharp edge and intricate vine-like pattern.

Liu Qingge gave him an amused look, his eyes slightly hooded as he observed the flustered scholar, “ Hm,” he nodded in requisite, his hand pulled back and he braced himself as he led the way into the cave.

Shen Qingqiu followed after his straight-backed figure, the warrior’s white and silver robes cutting through the darkness like Cheng Luan’s soft glow.

It was as they were halfway down the entrance of the cave when they crossed paths with a group of ten young succubi. Their aura was uncovered and thus their fey-like visages and bare skin practically glowed like the finest of white jade under the sun.

Each party jumped, shrill shrieks, and then anxious, tittering calls rang throughout the group of girls. Liu Qingge placed himself in front of Shen Qingqiu, Cheng Luan pointed at them with a fierce and unwavering threat that startled them further.

” Ah, Fen-Jie! What do we do, what do we do– these types are too strong for our allure,” one of the younger girls fearfully clung to the tallest succubus of the group. The girl was pale and shaken as she stared at the dark scowl that clung to Liu Qingge’s face and his threatening position.

Shen Qingqiu’s frown deepened as the young girls began to cry and sob in earnest.

Before Liu Qingge could shove his foot in his mouth, Shen Qingqiu took his fan and lightly tapped the man on the back of the hand with the soft front. A light Whack! echoed through the caves.

The man choked lightly and gave him a wide stare, all before he tentatively went into a guilty-dog-like posture when he caught Shen Qingqiu’s displeased stare. He murmured a soft apology to the girls, thoroughly trained as he noted the sternness lining Shen Qingqiu’s jaw.

Shen Qingqiu tutted and cooed at the cute sight of the teary-eyed young girls, “ Apologies Meimeis, we didn’t mean to startle you so badly. This brute,” he pointed at Liu Qingge, earning a few nervous giggles, “ Is quick to make himself a nuisance and pick fights. Now, can you point us to the head of your clan?”

A serene voice spoke down the path of the cave system. “ And to what does this one owe the pleasure of receiving two beautiful cultivators such as yourselves?” She purred, the tall and sleek form of Madam Meiyin gliding toward them like a regal noble arriving to court.

” Madam Meiyin,” Shen Qingqiu politely bowed in greeting, the politeness drawing a scowl to darken the handsome features of Liu Qingge’s face. The scholar waved off the hands that outright pulled him closer, attempting to guard him against the succubus.

Which, Shen Qingqiu could understand since she was such a beautiful yet imposing woman. Her sensuality curled off of her full figure like a shroud of mist over a valley, yet Shen Qingqiu oddly didn’t feel enthralled to observe and take in her curves as he thought he would.

He could recognize beauty– he wasn’t fully gay, he swears it! It was just… a bit disappointing in comparison to the scant few peeks of abs and chest he had seen when training with Liu Qingge.

Unlike now, his face had almost exploded right off when the man and the other Bai Zhan peak occupants had taken off the tops of their robes for a game of hand-to-hand combat with paint. The woman’s overflowing bosom in her loose demon-style robes was nothing compared to Liu Qingge’s pecs…

These wispy images were scattered from his mind as he blinked at the subtle kick toward his shin. He blinked and looked to the side, startled to find the two of them walking deeper into the caves and Liu Qingge flashing him exasperated looks. He must have already dealt with smooth-talking their way in.

When they entered the cavern full of spices, warm furniture, and a legion of succubus maids, he was pleased to find that Madam Meiyin would offer her skills as they waited for the young master Huang.

Shen Qingqiu teasingly offered Liu Qingge up for a reading, to which he was given a terse side-eye and a firm shake of his head.

” Oh?” Madam Meiyin cooed with interest, her hand covering her mouth as her eyes flickered between the two men, “ Peak Lord Liu doesn’t concern himself with love? Very interesting indeed– and a waste, oh what a waste~,” she bemoaned, her eyelashes fluttering coyly while the man glared at her, his ears beet red.

” I do not concern myself with the ill-intentions of demonkind such as yourself,” he spat out, earning himself another disapproving tut and a gentle hand to his knee. Preventing the man from standing up and looming over the woman.

” Shidi is so rude to women. Does he treat his muqin and meimei in a similar manner when this one isn’t looking?” Shen Qingqiu scolded the man, turning and giving the succubus his attention while he lazily fanned himself with the glittering war fan.

” This one would love to have Madam Meiyin divine his fate,” he allowed, unaware of the tense look Liu Qingge was giving him as the scholar’s hand remained a solid pressure on his leg. Purely to keep him from impulsively jumping and attacking the Madam.

Madam Meiyin laughed, her gaze growing amused and narrowed in joy as she procured her equipment. “ Please, Master Shen must breathe on this blossom,” she gestured to the flower in the palm of her hand.

Shen Qingqiu did so, leaning back in his seat and relaxing. He absently patted Liu Qingge’s knee when the man shifted, his eyes flicking over to take in the red-faced hue of the man’s neck and cheeks.

His mouth opened to address the warrior’s condition, his hand moving upward in concern before it stilled at the middle of his thigh with the clearing of Madam Meiyin’s throat.

” Ah, the intensity of deep love, so fresh and raw when one sees it with their own eye,” She cooed, her gaze lifting and relaxing from where she had been divining the man’s mess of a fate.

Shen Qingqiu blushed, his fan snapping toward his face as his Qi attempted to cycle the heat away. Liu Qingge sputtered with anger, his feathers suitably ruffled at the woman’s boldness. They still were inching toward a full courtship, as Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge danced around and drew closer and closer to pinning Shen Qingqiu down.

Figuratively, pinned him down that is.

They were on the edge of broaching the topic of one of them creating a harem, for publicity and inter-sect relations sake. They just needed to finish ironing out the details of who would be the… husband and who would fill the role of the main wife and concubine.

As Shen Qingqiu was unspokenly claimed by the two men in two courtships of equal standing. Despite how he was slippery as an eel and decided to keep his feelings close to his chest, everyone knew he had feelings for both Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan.

” Looking at your threads… Ah, very greedy you are,” she hummed as she examined the man’s past and future threads. Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes and scoffed, his nose turning to the air as he cooly regarded her coy smile.

“ Your murky, disordered lines of the past have been rejuvenated, yet they are still delicate from when they were initially cut. For, you Gongzi,” she gave Shen Qingqiu a pointed look.

Liu Qingge stiffened and he couldn’t help leaning forward, enthralled by the woman’s words. “ You have very dedicated lovers in your future who wish to delve into that guarded heart of yours. They are a handful, rowdy bunch that will bring in a new and wonderful sense of adventure after some conflict,” she finished, eager and hungry as she observed Shen Qingqiu with a new eye.

The Bai Zhan peak lord growled lowly and tugged Shen Qingqiu back from where he was leaning forward in interest, the War God’s own expression repulsed as he noted how her gaze wandered.

She held little to no interest in Liu Qingge, for some reason.

” Liu-Shidi,” Shen Qingqiu complained, only silenced when the man snapped out a quick, “ Forget it! Where is that young master we seek?” the rushed question and stern scowl made the scholar blink in slight wonder.

Madam Meiyin let out an amused laugh, her smile only falling once Liu Qingge seemed to hit the wall on her teasing and drawling answers leading to the both of them falling into a shouting match.

Shen Qingqiu wished he had some popcorn or lotus seeds to munch on as he watched them bicker and argue.

Shen Qingqiu jolted as Cheng Luan was leveled and then fiercely swung at the succubus as she teased about their relationship being like a ‘fogged mirror’ of some sort. He was swept into the fight, caught off guard by its match-strike suddenness and intensity.

As the succubus maids ripped their clothes off and channeled their true forms, Shen Qingqiu could only close his eyes and wave his war fan and Xiu Ya at random.

” Yuan can open his eyes,” a baritone voice huffed in amusement, the sight of Liu Qingge’s worryingly red and glaring face close to his. Shen Qingqiu yelped and took a step back, his gaze frantic as his mind whirled at the chance of the Bai Zhan Peak lord falling under the aphrodisiac nature of succubus essence.

His hands wavered as he was torn between feeling the heat on the man’s cheeks, providing some cooling to fight against the brain-melting fever. He brightened at the sight of Madam Meiyin’s ‘Lover’s Pool’ filled with flower blossoms.

” Apologies, Minghui,” he lowly murmured as he took Liu Qingge by the lapels, “ I can’t let you fall into a fever,” his hands twisted and then he pushed him into the deep pool. He watched a few moments as the man sunk into the depths of the cool water, the flower blossoms stirring and twirling in the rings of water.

A manly shriek fell from his lips as a hand wrapped around his ankle and snatched him into the cool water.

The scholar’s heavy layers weighed him down slightly as he kicked and sputtered at the cold water, his hands wrapping around Liu Qingge’s wrists as he brought himself above the surface.

He knocked a lily pad off of his head and attempted to shake off the flower petals clinging to his face. Liu Qingge supported him, silent and intense as he stared at the soaking-wet scholar. Shen Qingqiu scowled at him, his guan askew and his cheeks a similar shade of sunset red.

” What was that for, y-you brute?!” Shen Qingqiu sputtered and lightly sneered, his face moving slightly closer in his annoyance and anger. Liu Qingge flushed even harder at this sight, his eyelids hooded as he allowed Shen Qingqiu to encroach in his space.

” I was trying to cool you down from the succubus essence you were clearly exposed to– what with that red hue on your face,” he lectured, his flowing sleeves swirling around them as he turned and attempted to drag them toward the shore. His face reddened even further as Liu Qingge acted as an anchor, keeping him in the middle of the pond.

” Minghui,” he lowly growled in reproach, his vibrant, green eyes narrowed into slits. Liu Qingge’s heart fluttered and he couldn’t help but close the narrow space between them.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, the both of them spurred on by the other as they desperately clashed together. Shen Qingqiu moaned as those slightly chapped lips firmly pressed against his, a shy tongue pressing against the line of his mouth with the slightest hint of teeth.

” W-wait,” Shen Qingqiu helplessly panted as they traded kiss after kiss, his words slurring slightly, “ We can’t submit like this, haa, like mindless animals,” he pressed his hand to Liu Qingge’s mouth, covering and gently pushing his lips away from him.

Dark eyes narrowed at him in a familiar glare, his words muffled by Shen Qingqiu’s palm. “ Sorry,” he awkwardly moved his hand off of the man’s face, his head tilted to the side while those strong arms remained at his waist. Oh! That’s what was keeping him afloat…

” We wouldn’t be like this if you hadn’t thrown us into one of her ponds, which were made to strengthen the feelings of those who fall into it. The Ponds of Ever Flowing Love?” Liu Qingge attempted to jog Shen Qingqiu’s memory, only earning a blank stare and then a little guilty chuckle.

”...Oh,” Shen Qingqiu coughed, his arms tentatively squeezing from where they had slowly, instinctively wrapped around Liu Qingge’s shoulders. His hands idly twined through the warrior’s wet ponytail, his gaze averted as he attempted to wrack his memories of such a pond.

” She was bragging about it as we made our way to the cavern. How ‘poor souls’ slip into the pond and never want to leave them,” Liu Qingge’s eye twitched as Shen Qingqiu gave him a guilty look. “ I knew you were thinking about something too deeply. Yuan needs to watch his slick tongue when he talks so easily while so deeply distracted,” the man grumbled and complained as he pulled them to the shore of the pond.

The cold water wasn’t as effective as it had seemed when Shen Qingqiu had pushed the man into it to combat the succubus’ perfumes and essences. “ Hey!” The scholar couldn’t handle the slander, his hand pushing at Liu Qingge’s chest in reprimand.

” This slick tongue has gotten us through some egregious night hunts and difficult clients, have some respect for Shixiong,” he sniffed as he gently plopped onto the shore with a strong heave. He side-eyed the delightful sight of Liu Qingge dragging himself up, his white and silver, more practical robes leaving little to the imagination for his abdomen and chest.

Cheeks flaring and legs shifting, Shen Qingqiu forced himself to turn and look away from the similarly affected man.

”...” The air was heavy with tension as the two virgins put off addressing the gigantic, aphrodisiac-spiked elephants sitting in the room. “ What is… Liu-Shidi comfortable with, eh hm, when handling these sorts of problems?” Shen Qingqiu haltingly pressed on, unwilling to spend the rest of the waning day, two prestigious cultivators defeated by two raging boners.

Liu Qingge gave him an eyebrow raise as he hunched over, his jaw tight and his arms clutching over his stomach. “... Fight. Hunt,” he muttered, forcing true pity to lance through Shen Qingqiu. The poor man! He probably didn’t even know how to masturbate. What to do, what to do?

Shen Qingqiu shifted and finally allowed himself to actually look at the situation Liu Qingge was dealing with.

The Bai Zhan Peak lord stiffened and quickly turned around, his face turning bright red once more as he shook his head feverishly. “ Improper!” He repeatedly shouted in distress, bodily hiding his erection as Shen Qingqiu tried to at least breach the topic.

” Not before marriage! No improper touching or nudity in courtships,” Liu Qingge stubbornly gritted out, his glare especially mulish as Shen Qingqiu huffed and frowned in discomfort and concern. He could respect that-- it's just they were fighting on a ticking clock right now and needed to do something about it.

” Minghui, Minghui,” Shen Qingqiu sighed, his mere voice causing a shudder to rise through Liu Qingge’s body. “ If we both continue to fight the effects, our brains will melt through our noses or we’ll Qi-deviate, leaving us senseless sex addicts… At least allow me to help guide you through my voice. Through instruction?”

Liu Qingge twitched in poorly concealed interest, looking over his shoulder with a tentative gaze. “... If we must,” he allowed, his tongue darting over his bottom lip as he observed Shen Qingqiu’s red, worried yet desperate-tinged expression. His gaze moved to consider the delicate way the man held himself, his pale clothes doing little to hide his wet chest and desire.

Before he could do anything stupid, the man snapped back and forced himself into a lotus pose. His hands clenched his thighs as he waited for Shen Qingqiu’s instructions, his arms notably trembling.

Ever filial, Shen Qingqiu did what was necessary and guided the man’s movements. If they mimicked his own and things became filthy when they began to share energy through palms and they happened to share a few more heated kisses– it really was to be expected.

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Once they were clear-headed and unable to look each other in the eyes, Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu released the young men and a handful of women from the thrall of the succubus clan.

After completing the case and cleaning up at the inn, the both of them walked through the streets of the town. They purchased an ungodly amount of street food and candied goods, as well as a few pieces for Shen Qingqiu’s hoard. As they sat atop a hill overlooking the town, they silently recuperated from the entire experience.

” I wasn’t too much, was I?” Shen Qingqiu self-consciously asked, the anxiety over the interaction gnawing at his cool mask and making him avoid Liu Qingge’s searching gaze.

The warrior scooched from the tree he was leaning on and tentatively placed his hand over the nervous digits plucking at the grass. He cleared his throat as he shyly threaded their fingers together, his gaze flicking around the scholar’s face.

”... I enjoyed it. Yuan is very passionate and confident,” he slowly brought his hand up to boldly push Shen Qingqiu’s hair behind his ear. His hand continued to rest there, making Shen Qingqiu’s shoulders rise and a bubbly feeling steal through him. “ It is one of the many things I admire about him,” Liu Qingge finished, his head ducking slightly as he emotionally obliterated Shen Qingqiu.

Too strong and overpowered! Too cute and handsome!

Shen Qingqiu swallowed the whistling sound his mouth wished to release, much like a tea kettle as he attempted to fight back his blush. “ Minghui exaggerates,” he tried to soften the blow, his will slowly crumbling as the man began to press into his space.

” I can not put into words how much I appreciate and care for Yuan. Not to the degree that would do justice for Shixiong,” Liu Qingge stated, his gaze unwavering as he boldly shuffled to Shen Qingqiu’s side. Their legs touched and Liu Qingge’s free hand moved to hold his waist while their fingers remained intertwined.

A fan snapped open, useless as it was to hide his face but it was familiar and comforting to hold in hand as he fanned the both of them.

Shen Qingqiu stared out at the town and the mountain backdrop, his lips pulled into a considering frown. They sat in silence as the scholar gathered his thoughts, the absent rub of Liu Qingge’s hand on his back a comforting weight and his gaze a burning itch.

” I… don’t think it’s fair for Minghui and Qi-ge. These feelings I have,” the man bit out, slowly and painfully like extracting teeth instead of words. “ I don’t deserve both of your attention and affection. I’m not a good man, I’m selfish and self-serving. Not as morally upright and perfect as Minghui is.”

With how close they were, Shen Qingqiu could feel Liu Qingge shift in disagreement, his brow furrowing yet his mouth clamped shut as he waited for the Qing Jing Peak lord to finish.

” I feel like I’m cheating the both of you, by not picking one to love. Like I am not taking you seriously in your feelings. Your… devotion,” he shyly blushed and fluttered his lashes at the remembered, feverish words that had spewed from Liu Qingge’s lips from a few hours ago.

The man shook his head, his mole stark against the faint, natural blush lining his cheeks as he gazed at the scholar. “ Please don’t feel like you must restrain yourself. Not when it comes to us, especially, A-Yuan,” Liu Qingge firmly yet hurriedly spoke, his words coming out as though Shen Qingqiu was about to up and leave him.

He clutched Shen Qingqiu’s hand tighter and brought it to his lips, “ If you trust this humble Shidi, please trust my word on this matter. We would love to have you– to share and live in your love. Together… we have discussed the possibility and are willing to enter into a relationship with Yuan,” Liu Qingge's lips pressed into his skin, his words gentle yet his tone and eyes bellied a wildness to it.

A wild longing and deep wish for Shen Qingqiu to listen and understand what Liu Qingge was saying. To not misconstrue or brush him aside in favor of Shen Qingqiu’s familiar yet more self-loathing inner critic.

The transmigrator gulped and shuddered as prickling heat rolled through him at this intense stare, as well as the idea of the two men willing to enter into a harem with him?!? The same person who couldn’t even get more than an awkward laugh and was used to the ghosting from women? To be wanted like that was something he was still struggling to understand and slowly coming to accept.

He fanned himself faster while his heart thundered in his chest, making his head feel light-headed and woozy as his blood pumped and pumped. “ Please. Let us speak of this with Yue-Shixiong. Once we get back to the sect,” he shuttered and closed down the emotionally intense conversation.

Shen Qingqiu’s body instinctively relaxed from the tense, fleeing state the conversation had sent him into as comforting, cool Qi entered his lightly taxed meridians. He welcomed the Qi and gratefully sighed, allowing himself to take a few breaths before he looked at the man's face. Liu Qingge gave him a reassuring nod, his face soft and understanding as he supported the weary scholar.

” We have as many years as Yuan needs to discuss this matter,” the uptight man loosely murmured, his lips moving to shyly press to Shen Qingqiu’s temple as the Qing Jing peak lord rested against his lean chest, his fan settling over their laps.

A shuddering breath tickled Liu Qingge’s collared neck as Shen Qingqiu turned and tentatively embraced the solid form of the Bai Zhan peak lord. “ Thank you…” Shen Qingqiu lowly whispered, his cheeks flushing at the K-Drama-coded position he was in.

His Meimei would have been scream-crying at the sight of the two of them. But Shen Qingqiu really was grateful for the man’s support and the budding gentleness that had grown between them since the whole fan debacle and the Immortal Alliance Conference.

If he hadn’t had Liu Qingge, Yue Qingyuan, Mu Qingfang, and his little disciple’s stubborn support (Shang Qinghua can be added, but only as a participation trophy. Nothing more!) he could admit that he likely would have been in a… not-so-great state of mind.

Shen Qingqiu wearily sniffed and nuzzled under Liu Qingge’s chin, his ear resting against the man’s chest as he turned to look at the setting sun. The dusky hues and awakening stars and fireflies were romantic in their vibrancy and sluggish pace. It was truly peaceful and ideal for any young couple looking to deepen their connection.

The scholar sneaked a glance toward the man’s beautiful face, a snort and an abrupt laugh taking him by surprise as he took in the Bai Zhan War God’s constipated expression. His forehead was flushed and he seemed to have been tightly controlling his breath and maintaining a fake calm composure as he was cuddled and nuzzled.

Shen Qingqiu stifled his laughter with a manicured hand as he took amusement and pity for the man. He really was too cute when he was flustered and trying so hard to hide it. “ Aiyoo, Minghui,” he couldn’t help but fondly coo at the grown man, his hand helplessly drawn to prodding at the warrior’s cheek.

Liu Qingge tilted away from Shen Qingqiu’s hand, his grip tightening to keep the other mischievous digits from joining in on the teasing. “ I can’t help it! You truly are shameless, Yuan would make a monk blush,” He snapped, his voice lacking any true heat as he weaved and avoided the annoying pinching.

Eventually, Liu Qingge found himself on his back with Shen Qingqiu resting on his chest in a half-hearted pin. Ebony black hair cascaded down the scholar’s shoulder as his hands rested on Liu Qingge’s chest and his legs straddled the warrior's stomach.

” Hmph, I never did notice how easily you blushed until recently,” Shen Qingqiu thought aloud, his finger lazily caressing Liu Qingge’s mole as he gazed down at the man’s face. Memorizing the curves of his high cheekbones and the point of his nose in the diminished light.

Liu Qingge sighed, succumbing to the position after his frantic outcries of "Shameless," were ignored. “ It would be difficult not to when Shixiong is so relentless,” he stated, his tone lightly aggrieved as he begrudgingly allowed Shen Qingqiu to experimentally run his hands over his cheeks and caress over the braid the man had allowed him to add to his ponytail.

The transmigrator hummed in reply, a yelp startling from him when Liu Qingge grew tired of the position and expertly flipped them with the Bai Zhan version of Jiu-Jitsu. Their choking laughter and grunts sounded in the small clearing as they grappled and traded a few more hand-to-hand maneuvers.

They were startled by a loud yell and the bright cascade of a lantern falling onto them.

” Enough! You kids better not be doing what I think you’re—” The stern, rasping elderly voice was halted as they looked up at the man. The three men stared at each other in bewilderment, the owner of the nearby hut blinking as he observed the two cultivators that had saved their town’s young men and women.

Liu Qingge released Shen Qingqiu from the Mounted Triangle hold he had him in, his leg unwinding from where it had trapped the scholar’s face in the crook of his knee. “ A-apologies for the disturbance,” he quickly bowed, his tall form subtly shielding the Qing Jing peak lord from sight.

The sound of his light pants and shuffling as he picked up his fallen Guan and redid his hair was loud in the silence. “ No need. Bidding goodnight Master Shen and Master Liu,” the man awkwardly waved them off, his quick, wobbling form making its way back toward his home as he muttered to himself.

”...Let’s head back to the Inn,” Shen Qingqiu coughed, the dim light of the rising moon glittering over the fan hiding his sheepish and embarrassed expression.

In his defense, it was always mortifying when Shen Qingqiu was caught practicing hand-to-hand combat with Liu Qingge. The man always found a way to subvert his cheap maneuvers and pin him down into a close position, the resulting grin always bordering on arrogance and satisfaction.

It was even more embarrassing when Liu Mingyan decided she wanted to brush up on her training and sit in on their sparring sessions. It always made Shen Qingqiu extremely grouchy to be defeated before the man’s younger sister. At least he got to enjoy Liu Sibling bonding time and discuss literature with the pleasant girl.

Shen Qingqiu slapped Liu Qingge’s arm with his fan when he caught the telltale shaking of the man’s shoulders after he was helped to his feet. “ I’ll win one of these days. It’s not my fault that I value proper sword forms over Minghui’s favored hand-to-hand,” he glared at the satisfied look on the Bai Zhan peak lord’s face.

” You’re just mad your dirty tricks haven’t gotten you anywhere as of late,” Liu Qingge easily replied, offering his arm for Shen Qingqiu with a polite dip of his head. That loose, boyish smile tried to steal over his face as the scholar took his arm after a moment of huffing and scowling.

” Very amusing, Shidi,” Shen Qingqiu huffed with an eye roll, “ If my tricks are dirty, then Liu-Shidi’s are the filthiest of filth,” Shen Qingqiu argued as they made their way through the forest past the elderly potter’s home and down to the dirt road leading back to the village.

Liu Qingge hummed without disputing it, his expression free of guilt and shame as they walked down the moonlit path. The air was refreshingly cool with the mid-summer temperament, a perfect night for those wishing to savor the end of summer before the frost settled overnight.

Feeling tired yet slap-happy, Shen Qingqiu leaned his head to Liu Qingge’s shoulder, their pace unaffected while he giggled and snorted about the day they had experienced together.

”...” Liu Qingge’s brow was raised as he thought back on whether Shen QIngqiu had accepted any of the offered wine from the villagers. “ Ah, nothing nothing. It’s just,” the scholar waved off his silent concern, “ Today was full of many surprises, huh?” He smiled as he looked up at Liu Qingge, his lips fond and his face soft as he looked over the warrior’s shaded features.

With how the moon danced over Shen Qingqiu’s fine features and twinkled in his glass-like eyes, Liu Qingge allowed himself to steal one more kiss for the night.

It was a chaste thing, unprompted and unrushed by the effects of the succubus aphrodisiacs. When they pulled back, Shen Qingqiu could only flutter his eyelashes and rub his lips at that tingling sensation.

A dopey smile stretched over his lips, hidden behind his sleeve as he once more nuzzled his face in that heavy white and silver outer robe to hide his expression. The both of them felt no need to fill the silence that rested around them, truly comfortable in each other as they walked back to the inn.

Chapter Text

When Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu returned to their respective mountains, Liu Qingge instantly sent a missive to Qiong Ding. The sight of his Blue-Crested War Hawk heading into the clouds to Yue Qingyuan’s office was like unleashing a flood over those keeping a close eye on Bai Zhan, Qing Jing, and Qiong Ding.

Xian Shu was a flurry of purple as they disseminated the information throughout the mountains, their keen eyes picking up the close position of the peak lords as they rode Cheng Luan together. Money exchanged hands as bets were closed and new bets were opened.

It was to these sorts of whispers, that Shen Qingqiu found himself scowling and scolding his nosy disciples. As well as shooing away any lingering An Ding, Xian Shu, and Bai Zhan intruders from his peak.

Over the days following the events of the Succubus Cave, he couldn’t go a single class without his disciples giving him knowing looks and dodging the persistent questions Ning YingYing and Liu Mingyan began to pester him with.

” Are Da-Ge and Shen-Shibo courting now? Should this Mingyan call Shen-Shibo, Shen-Dàbó?” The veiled girl boldly asked, her eyes crescented as she observed how Shen Qingqiu scolded her heatedly. That blasted jade hawk piece tinkled with each shake of his head while he fiercely waved a Bai Zhan-coded fan that he had gravitated toward that morning.

Pah! He was sick of these pesky, no-good disciples!

Shen Qingqiu, worn and battered after the months of being mother-henned and bothered, finally couldn’t take all of the attention. By the end of the week, he took Liu Qingge by the arm and flew them over to Qiong Ding on a laughing Xiu Ya. He had to stop himself from snapping at the blade, lest he look even more crazed.

He stomped past the visiting nobles and embassies in the main hall with a red-faced Liu Qingge in hand, stealing him from their scheduled meridian cleansing. When he passed the head disciple, they scrabbled from the receiving desk to follow after them.

” Shen-Shibo, wait! Shizun is in a meeting!” The androgynous shrimp of a disciple was frantic as they followed after the long strides of the Qing Jing Peak Lord. This meeting was much too important, no matter how their Shizun prioritized Shen Qingqiu over everything else.

Their voice carried over the wide hall, drawing the scant few who weren’t already viewing the scene to look over. Shen Qingqiu halted at this, his grip on Liu Qingge’s arm tightening momentarily as he spun to look down at the head disciple.

They were more on the cute side for the beauty standards of this Xianxia world, plain and put together with their warm-colored hair. “ Apologies, Xiao-Shizi. Please inform Yue-Shixiong we will be waiting in his home once he takes a break,” he gave them a pointed look over his fan.

Qiong Ding Head Disciple, Xiao Zhixin, bowed and mentally wiped the sweat from their brow at preventing that situation from devolving into something rather embarrassing. “As Shibo asks. Bidding Shibo and Shishu a good day,” they politely spoke as they walked off, hand in hand…In front of everyone.

The room devolved into rushed whispers and Xiao Zhixin bemoaned their productive day of admin work as the the curious noble-persons and fellow cultivators attempted to gossip with them.

Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge walked through the beautiful paths and past the grand courtyards of Qiong Ding at a sedate pace. The Bai Zhan peak lord was still lightly blushing, his eyes drifting to take in the possessive hold the scholar had on his hand.

The sweeping sleeves of Shen Qingqiu’s robes languishly draped over Liu Qingge’s practical, silver wrist guards. The sun teasingly glints on the now staple guan pieces, the silver swallow and jade hawk, dangling and swinging in flight with each step.

While he still looked immaculately put together, the Qing Jing peak lord was clearly wearing a more delicate set of robes, fit for a day of lazying around and partaking in painting.

His soft embroidered shoes peeked from under his robes, the gentle sound contrasting against Liu Qingge’s booted steps. “ Are we…clearing your meridians in Yue-Shixiong’s house?” The man awkwardly asked, his voice low and his face once more blushing when Shen Qingqiu jolted and scowled back at him.

” Of course not,” he hissed, giving Liu Qingge a tap across the chest with a solid whack of his fan. His displeasure of the idea of them cuddling and cycling energy (chastely!!) elsewhere, trading a few kisses here and there, clear on his face.

They turned a corner, ignoring the embarrassed Qiong Ding disciples who hurriedly scurried away from them. After a few more minutes, they finally came to the secluded, grand house resting toward the top of the mountain. It had a clear view of Qing Jing and the rest of the mountains.

Shen Qingqiu let themselves into the house, the Qi-keyed wards allowing him to open the door. Liu Qingge openly looked around the wide foyer, taking in the abundant amount of paintings lining the dark, reddish teak walls. The familiar signature and style made the man stall, his eyes taking in the details of each piece.

Instead of vivid adventure scenes and strong mountains, Yue Qingyuan had been gifted softer pond landscapes and warm floral arrangement scenes. “ Hmm?” Shen Qingqiu hummed as he came back toward the foyer, a bag of lotus seeds resting in his hands.

Liu Qingge dipped his head at the paintings, his eyes lingering on the soft paint strokes as he looked toward his partner. “ They’re very beautiful. Very different from the ones Yuan paints for me,” his voice was tinged with an unvoiced question and awe at the scholar’s skill.

Shen Qingqiu threw a few seeds into his mouth and crunched to stall, “ I paint what comes to mind, and those thoughts tend to reflect for you two differently,” he aloofly explained after swallowing. Attempting to channel the original goods’ mask as Liu Qingge gave him a smitten look.

He quickly turned and walked to the main sitting room, forcing Liu Qingge to follow after him. There, even more paintings and a few vases lined the living area. The warrior quirked a brow at the comfortable sitting cushions and the open door leading to the back courtyard.

Shen Qingqiu dropped onto one of the large cushions in an inelegant sprawl, his hand moving to grab one of the cups of tea he had prepared for them. The rich oolong taste lingered on Liu Qingge’s tongue after he took a seat on the floor next to the glorified bean bag.

” Minghui can take a seat if he wishes, they’re comfortable,” Shen Qingqiu lightly urged, as though Liu Qingge was an abused maiden unused to being allowed on fine furniture.

His gentle voice made the warrior roll his eyes and scoff, his ears lightly pink as he waved him off. “ I prefer a firmer seat to something soft as that…cushion? Bed?” He eyed the custom-made bean bag with an unnecessary amount of suspicion. Shen Qingqiu lightly shrugged, throwing some more seeds into his mouth and leisurely enjoying the peace Yue Qingyuan’s home provided.

”...We could. Cleanse Yuan’s meridians, if he wishes,” Liu Qingge hesitantly muttered after a few moments. He was clearly uncomfortable with peacefully doing nothing, his shoulders tense. “ Qingyuan won’t mind,” he added, giving Shen Qingqiu a hesitant look.

” Ah, of course. This one forgot that Minghui has a distaste for enjoying peace and leisure,” Shen Qingqiu hummed, his lips pulled into a teasing smirk when Liu Qingge narrowed his eyes in reply. “ Fine,” he exaggeratedly sighed, gesturing for the man to come closer as he sat up.

Liu Qingge pointedly waited for Shen Qingqiu to get off the cushion. His clenched hand firmly gestured to the ground in front of it once the scholar raised a brow at him in challenge. The Qing Jing peak lord leaned into the cushion and tilted his nose in the air as he eyed the ground in disdain.

“...Not cuddling,” the warrior grumbled, his blush lightly encroaching onto his cheeks as he shook his head at the stubborn display.

” A step too far, huh?” Shen Qingqiu lightly teased, distracting himself from his own nerves. They’d never cycled their energy anywhere besides the Bamboo House, private rooms, and hidden nooks on night hunts.

He gracefully slid off of the bean bag and settled onto the floor. They sat in mirroring lotus poses, their hands intertwining into a solid hold. Shen Qingqiu closed his eyes, too thin-faced to look at the soft expression that typically lined the warrior’s face when they sat in front of each other.

They meditated together, falling into a calm repetition of breathing in and out. Their energies ebb and flow in a cycling pattern like the swirling flow of a stream. It was easy for them to lose track of time as they lost themselves to that long familiar rhythm of energy.

Shen Qingqiu lightly jolted when he caught the sound of the door opening. He shifted, his head turning to look toward where Yue Qingyuan was entering. He willed away his light blush as he noticed how the sect leader observed them for a moment before entering the main room.

Yue Qingyuan dipped his head in greeting, his lips pulled into a soft smile as he moved to sit next to them. Acting as though it was a normal sight to walk into. Liu Qingge cleared his throat and gave Shen Qingqiu’s hands a squeeze, bringing his attention back to their session.

” Just a few more fen,” he spoke gently, as though Shen Qingqiu would startle and run out the door like a wild animal. Yue Qingyuan focused on pouring himself some tea, his face relaxed and patient.

Shen Qingqiu lightly sighed, forcing himself to relax again so they could finish the session. However, he couldn’t help the way his attention attempted to drift with each ruffling of Yue Qingyuan’s heavy robes. An inked brush glided over paper while his enhanced senses picked up the scent of the man’s hair oils.

Yue Qingyuan’s presence was citrusy and fresh compared to the smokey, sandalwood Liu Qingge leaned toward.

” Focus, Yuan,” Liu Qingge spoke, firm and as unwavering as his Qi. Shen Qingqiu minutely dipped his head at the admonishment, his ears lightly tinging pink as the man’s hands squeezed his.

After what felt like hours of pure torture, Liu Qingge finally pulled his Qi and his hands back. He tilted away as Shen Qingqiu flusteredly stood up and dropped back into his cushion with a petulant air. The two peak lords helped protect some of his face as they ignored the way he gathered himself.

A fan was pulled out and opened, a light draft wafting toward them as Shen Qingqiu fanned himself. His green eyes glaring at the both of them in turn.

Yue Qingyuan finally looked up from his paperwork while Liu Qingge unhurriedly drank his tea. “ Shall this Shixiong call for lunch?” He offered, his tone light and tinged with a soft fondness as he took in the sight of a lightly aggrieved Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu gave a haughty sniff, “ This one is practicing inedia for the day,” he informed them, unwilling to cave an ounce more. Yue Qingyuan wasn’t put out by the rejection, as he simply turned and called for a disciple once he got a small nod from Liu Qingge.

The air was awkward and stifling as they waited, the three of them unwilling to begin The Talk and have a disciple walk in if the conversation proved to become difficult.

Once the selection of summery treats and light savory dishes was placed in front of them, Yue Qingyuan sent the disciple off with a firm nod. Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan grabbed their lunch, sneakily preparing a plate for their shared love interest. After a good show of sitting there, Shen Qingqiu allowed himself to dive into the food and drink, properly spoiled as Liu Qingge filled his cup with yuzu juice and Yue Qingyuna gave him the best bits.

The Qing Jing Peak lord dipped his head in thanks before he attempted to give the both of them the same treatment. He was royally spoiled by these two– almost on the same level as an Empress or a favored concubine.

They didn’t squabble or fall over each other to prove one of them to be better than the other, which Shen Qingqiu appreciated. Just having both of their attentions at once was pushing his thin face, even without the embarrassing topics he had planned to broach.

Once they each had their fill, Shen Qingqiu brought out the fan that had gotten them into this whole ordeal. The white lacquered handle rested in his hand comfortably, while that scene of the swallow flying over the mountains stared at them. Green eyes looked over the rim of the Tuanshan fan, while that thin fabric gave the soft impression of his pinkened cheeks.

Knuckles clenched, digits cracking as Yue Qingyuan made an interesting series of expressions before he was forced to look to the side. His face was a bright red hue while his polite smile wobbled. Liu Qingge’s intense gaze remained on Shen Qingqiu, his own posture alert and attentive.

”...This one has put much thought into our, dilemma,” the Qing Jing peak lord was faltering and his tone light, his entire face hidden behind his crutch. Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan waited with bated breaths, their eyes wide as they waited for Shen Qingqiu’s thoughts.

Green eyes pinned Yue Qingyuan for a moment before they shyly glided off of his intense gaze. “ Liu-Shidi has told this one that Yue-Shixiong would be… amiable to entering a courtship. Or,” he paused, his brows furrowed lightly as he tried to word his thoughts.

” The three of us courting to marry, e-each other based on this one’s selfish heart,” he lowly murmured, his voice almost like a shout in the quiet room. Yue Qingyuan lightly cleared his throat, his hands clasped together in tight excitement and self-control.

He tilted his head to meet Shen Qingqiu’s gaze, “ If Shidi’s heart is generous enough to accept the both of us, this Qingyuan could happily ascend with Qingge and Qingqiu by his side,” he spoke formally and perfectly. His earnest words were like the solid lashes of a whip, making Shen Qingqiu wish to squirm and tilt away from the emotion.

His hand lightly quivered as he wordlessly looked over to Liu Qingge for his opinion.

The Bai Zhan peak lord seemed to straighten himself even further somehow, his fist loudly thumping against his chest in a vow. “ Asking to give Shixiong’s this one’s loyalty and devotion. For standing by your sides would be the greatest honor for this humble Master Liu,” he swore.

Shen Qingqiu gasped his cheeks ablaze at the two sincere confessions. His eyes flicked between the two men while his arm and hand lightly shook and lowered with emotion.

His other hand gripped his knee as he tilted slightly to look at the table once he caught how firm and serious the two men were. He began to fan himself as he mulled over their words, his heart thundering and pulsing without abandon.

”...M-Minghui and Qi-Ge would wish to be tied together for our immortal lives, just to stay by this Shen’s side?” He weakly questioned, his throat dryly swallowing and working over the words. His eyes looked up, his fan pressing to his lips as the two shared a look and then nodded.

His eyes narrowed lightly, but before he could question them more, Liu Qingge spoke up. “ I am willing,” his shoulders rose to his bright red ears as he tilted his head to avoid their stares, “ Exploring such feelings and bonds is not… an unpleasant prospect for this one to consider taking on with Yuan and Qingyuan,” he crossed his arms, looking at them with a flustered frown.

Shen Qingqiu took a sip of his yuzu juice, his hand fanning a bit faster. Yue Qingyuan gave Liu Qingge a small, pleased smile as he nodded, that satisfied look almost criminal with his thick brows and handsome features.

When he looked at Shen Qingqiu, his eyes gained even more happy crowfeet as he took in the flustered and shocked expression lining those phoenix eyes and plush lips. His large hand slowly moved to intertwine with the thin digits wrapped around the Tuanshan fan, curling and lightly teasing.

” It would be this one’s greatest honor, to take care of Minghui and Yuan,” he spoke lowly, his gaze turning pleased as he noted how Shen Qingqiu shivered and lightly fluttered his lashes at the sensation. “ Besides our official courting outings, the main decision would be the ordering of marrying and doweries,” he told them, his hand pulling back and settling back in his lap.

When he turned his gray eyes to Liu Qingge, he could only smile a bit wider at the interest and competitive gleam that settled over the warrior’s eyes. The man straightened, his jaw firm as he met Yue Qingyuan’s gaze.

” Yuan should be the first wife, no matter who he marries,” Shen Qingqiu squawked at this statement coming from Liu Qingge. His heart fluttered as the both of them nodded, simple and straightforward.

” W-what!?” He shouted, his fan lowered as he gave them an embarrassed scowl. “ You! The both of you aren’t even considering this one as the husband at all? Instantly making this one the w-wife,” He stuttered, his fan waving toward them accusingly. It didn’t hold the same threat as one of his folding fans did.

Yue Qingyuan’s brow furrowed lightly, yet he waved Liu Qingge down before he tilted to fully consider an enraged Qing Jing Peak lord. “ Apologies for his misstep, but this one was thinking Shen-Shidi would enjoy the security given to him as the primary wife over the business of the husband. Especially within intersect relations,” Yue Qingyuan easily worked his charm, his tone low and his expression slightly groveling.

Shen Qingqiu paused where he was waving his fan in threat, his enraged posture loosening slightly as he considered this. It would be a lot of political work, being the husband of two wives such as the GOD DAMN Sect Leader and the Bai Zhan War God.

...And he would have more time to laze about and follow his familiar routines as of late. Routines of being pampered and adored by both of them.

His gaze sharpened as he thought over the political aspect of their union, rather than the embarrassing titles. “ W-We would of course seek out a matchmaker for this as well as complete the three letters,” he muttered in thought as he considered the benefits of each man.

Yue Qingyuan was the most OP with his giant political schlong and Xuan Su. Yet Liu Qingge must hold a serious weight, considering the brief mentions of the Liu family. Green eyes settled on Liu Qingge, who straightened as though he was fulfilling his life goal as he listed all of the benefits of his being the husband.

Rich quarries of gold and silver, countless holds in merchant trade, his family’s obscure techniques and cultivation methods.

At a point, Shen Qingqiu had to awkwardly wave him to stop. “ While the Liu family does have immense political power and wealth, it doesn’t hurt to consider maintaining our sect hierarchy as such,” he demurely looked toward Yue Qingyuan pointedly.

Liu Qingge wilted slightly, his lips gaining a certain mullish quality that was easily wiped off with the gentle hold of Shen Qingqiu’s hand. “ This one doesn’t mean to diminish Minghui’s wonderful family and his personal wealth,” he softly spoke, his lips fond as he took in the man’s light pout.

” However, if we announce our marriage, your position as husband over Qi-Ge and myself would draw many questions from our allies– No matter if it’s their business or not!” He lightly tutted when Liu Qingge’s lips pulled into a deep scowl. A hand moved to press and soothe that deep furrow to his brow.

He lightly pampered and coddled the warrior for a few seconds to keep him pliant and open to the discussion. Yue Qingyuan refilled their tea cups with a patient smile.

” ShidiShixiong should remember that rumors spread wide and hold sway over one's reputation. The previously conceived bad blood in all relationships with this one– Do not deny it!” He interrupted himself when the two shifted, mutinous to right the narrative. “ These slights and disputes were well known and it will cause those under us to question the security of such a bond. Qi-Ge would have to be the first wife and I the second to dispel any questions,” he told them, his gaze firm and softly reprimanding as he tried to explain the entire dilemma.

They guiltily looked away for a moment before nodding. “ As this one was saying, the best political position would be to have Qi-Ge act as husband and this one as primary wife, and Minghui as second wife,” he told them. That way, once Luo Binghe came back, he would also have to go against Yue Qingyuan too!

” No one would question Qi-Ge a-and this Shen for marrying considering Yue-Shixiong’s known difference to this one. This initial union would be considered more plausible to the uninformed ear,” Yue Qingyuan looked proud at this. “ Then we could bring Minghui into the fold under the pretense of a political union and they couldn’t question our–” Shen Qingqiu gulped, his thin face shuddering as he caught himself from saying something as sappy as ‘love’.

” Your what?” Liu Qingge boldly asked, bright ears and all, unwilling to back down as he watched Shen Qingqiu grow more ruffled. The scholar sputtered and gestured wildly between the three of them before he forced himself to still. The thin silk of his rounded fan gentled his red face.

Yue Qingyuan gave him a smitten look, his elbow leaning on the table as he cupped his chin. He gave Liu Qingge a hooded look and a pleased smile, his own ears lightly pink, “ Xiao Yuan seems to be implying that none would dare to question our feelings for Liu Qingge,” he told him, “ Yuan would hold more administrative control over our house, something that would be compatible with Minghui’s desires and habits.”

Faced with the sound insights of the sect strategist and the diplomatic master that was the Sect Leader, Liu Qingge could only growl as he willed away his strengthening blush.

He met Yue Qingyuan’s gaze with a fierce intensity, his body taut as he gritted out a low, “ Fight me,” that made Shen Qingqiu perk up with interest. The sect leader blinked at the pure aggression barely being held back by the Bai Zhan peak lord, gray eyes quickly looking over to the Qing Jing peak lord.

Faced with only a poorly concealed look of excitement and a dash of worry, Yue Qingyuan could only sigh and give Liu Qingge a fond look. Liu Qingge pushed up from his seat, his chin jutting toward Yue Qingyuan’s large garden.

The sect leader followed with a graceful motion, “ Let us go to the Qiong Ding private training grounds instead, to better maneuver and spar against one another,” Shen Qingqiu wavered in the stifling, considering atmosphere before stepping between the two peak lords with a fluttering energy.

His hand pressed to Liu Qingge’s shoulder, while his fan tapped at Yue Qingyuan’s chest once the sect leader stood. “ Don’t be stupid enough to let this lowly one cause strife between the two of you... I couldn’t bear the thought of either of you coming to true harm,” Shen Qingqiu lightly scolded them, yelping when the two of them turned and gave him passionate stares.

Liu Qingge gently grabbed that slim hand and kissed the back of it, his body in a dipping bow as his stormy gaze fixed over the scholar’s face. “ Begging Shixiong’s patience. This Shidi wishes to determine which of us is stronger– better to protect those under him. To ease the possibility of becoming a wife,” Liu Qingge admitted, his gaze averted and his face lightly blushing.

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help tutting and falling to the pitiful sight, “ There is no shame to becoming a wife– especially when it is amongst your peers like myself and Yue-Shixiong,” the scholar attempted to soothe him, his hand moving to gently cradle Liu Qingge’s sharp jaw.

The warrior pulled back from the gentle hold, his face pulled into a stubborn look of pride and determination. He held Shen Qingqiu’s hand and turned to consider Yue Qingyuan, for a few moments silence stretched between the three of them.

Yue Qingyuan nodded his head in easy acceptance, “ This one accepts of course. It is what Liu-Shidi is entitled to when it comes to such matters,” he gave the Bai Zhan peak lord a genuine smile. Then his head dipped toward them a conspiratory sheen in his eye, “ And it has been a long while since we sparred. Back in our disciple days, isn’t it? This one is sure that Shidi has been itching to compare our strengths since then,” His lip pulled into a bit of a smirk, the expression a bit mischievous and probing.

Shen Qingqiu hid his face with his fan, yet couldn’t help the way he nervously pressed closer to Liu Qingge. Qi-Ge looked downright dastardly with a playful smirk– the handsome devil!

An amused huff left the warrior as he gently extracted himself from Shen Qingqiu. He dipped his head toward Yue Qingyuan, his scowl prominent and his face a healthy glow of red as he accepted the man’s proposition.

” Fair fight, no dirty tricks. And no intervention from you,” the man bit out, his gaze moving to pin down Shen Qingqiu from where he was slightly swaying with anticipation. He jolted, his brows furrowing at the note of reprimand in the warrior’s tone.

Straightening up, Shen Qingqiu sniffed in dismissal, “ As if this one wishes to get in the way of such a childish fight,” he grumbled before he quickly turned on his heel and began to lead the way to the private training grounds.

Chapter Text

Obviously, Shen Qingqiu had no idea where the Sect Leader’s private training ground was. Apparently, it was held on a platform on the top of the freaking mountain. Shen Qingqiu stealthily took in the faint sight from behind his fan, his poser image secured as they hiked toward it in near silence.

Yue Qingyuan was sedately leading the way (after allowing Shen Qingqiu to waffle around a bit), Liu Qingge’s tight shoulders and focused expression hidden by how closely he followed the sect leader. Yet, countless nighthunts and more keen observation allowed Shen Qingqiu to picture that furrowed, scowling expression vividly.

He took his fan and tapped it to the middle of the Bai Zhan War God’s back, making him flinch and twist his head around.

Shen Qingqiu gave him an innocent expression as he idly fanned himself, the picture of pure refinery. “ Minghui knows the result of this fight won’t persuade this master’s heart, right?” He asked, his voice soft and shy while his phoenix eyes flicked over the man’s tight expression.

The air was tense after they left the sanctuary of Yue Qingyuan’s leisure home. Inner disciples and seniors alike had fled like the hounds of hell were unleashed upon them when they crossed paths.

Thin lips thinned even more as those dark eyes squinted to regard the scholar, the stomping of his feet gentling into a calmer march. Their shoulders lightly brushed, the fluttery silk so aesthetically different from the warrior’s militant robes.

” Mn,” he settled on humming with a firm nod, his eyes moving to regard the smooth expanse of Yue Qingyuan’s unwavering back. His wide and tall frame was unbothered as they climbed to the hidden personal grounds through the shrouded foliage.

Liu Qingge boldly intertwined their free hands together, his expression softening into the usual amusement that came with Shen Qingqiu raising his fan to hide his deepening blush.

” It is a point of honor. I intend to showcase all of myself in this fight, no matter how it ends. Only then will I be satisfied,” He reiterated, his voice and words far more collected than the emotionally flustered state he had been during their conversation.

Shen Qingqiu looked away from that intense gaze, his head nodding in warm agreement. “ Of course, of course,” he waved the man off with his fan, the mere thought of Liu Qingge going out without a fight almost blasphemous.

” Any who wish to best Liu-Shidi would have to give it their all to achieve such a feat. It would be unlike him to submit so easily to just anyone,” he mindlessly mumbled to himself, the tightening of their hands making him look to the man’s red face. Shen Qingqiu blinked a few times.

He caught the shaking of Yue Qingyuan’s shoulders, an amused crinkling eye looking back at them. “ Ah! This Shixiong was merely speaking of fighting, of course,” he snapped, his shoulders tightening as his expression quickly soured in embarrassment.

” Clear your heads– what are you two, children?!” He ended up scolding as they continued to chuckle at his expense. He gave an openly laughing Yue Qingyuan a gentle whack with his courting fan before he leveraged it at Liu Qingge. “ Just you wait,” he huffed, threatening and red-faced.

Liu Qingge raised a brow at him, petulantly locking their elbows together and tugging Shen Qingqiu back on course. “ No more stalling,” he huffed, moving onward and inadvertently tugging Shen Qingqiu to pick up the pace.

Shen Qingqiu inwardly groaned at the treatment, but he was very interested in seeing these two fight! While he was a little too invested in these imaginary people turned real life, he was quickly able to push any concern to the side. This was a world of magic and whimsy, at the end of the day– it’s not like Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge would actually fight to the death over this…

After roughly ten more minutes of hiking and some grumbling from Shen Qingqiu (he did NOT have the proper attire for hiking), it took every fiber in the transmigrator's being to not eat his fan.

How shameless could Shang Qinghua get?!

He quietly simmered behind his fan as he watched Yue Qingyuan place his sheathed sword up toward an unassuming span of rock. A small beep sounded, and the rock grinded open to reveal a cultivation era elevator.

It was wide enough to fit a cart, so the three of them were comfortably fit into the feature. Liu Qingge stared forward, grim and determined, while Shen Qingqiu looked around with begrudging interest. What’s next? A waterfall with a hidden door or an eye-scanner?

When green eyes flicked over to Yue Qingyuan, Shen Qingqiu bit back a hiss at the sight of his smug face. His brows ticked in annoyance, a telltale that made the sect leader’s warm look turn even more dopey. Thick lips pulled into a beam as that look seemed to garner a thorough lore-drop from the man.

” Shidis must be interested in these training grounds, considering how secretive this one’s Shizun and his forebearers were,” he mused aloud, ignoring Liu Qingge’s dismissive “No,” and Shen Qingqiu’s slow, questioning blink that all but asked, “Really?” to being stuck with the info-dump.

” My Shizun’s wife was very weak despite her immortality. Once this one was… able to, Shizun sent this one on many missions to obtain ingredients that would help aid her recovery,” Yue Qingyuan spoke, low and reminiscent. His deep voice washed over Shen Qingqiu, the grating sound of stone and array duling with the lull of his words.

“ No matter how far Mu-Shidi and I traveled, we were unable to find any cure for the deficiency that left her prone to solitude and years of treatment,” Yue Qingyuan murmured, his head lifting slightly as they seemed to come to the top. A fond smile lined his face as he gestured at the view waiting for them, dipping his head to allow the other two to head out.

” Shizun built these training grounds for her,” he said, the tale a guiding hand pushing Shen Qingqiu in his awe for the scenery.

While he had grown used to the view from Qing Jing as well as Yue Qingyuan’s leisure house, the resplendence of the Sect Leader’s private training grounds was almost breathtaking.

The sun was just beginning to dip in the sky, casting the entire platform into a golden glow that was all-encompassing yet refrained from being overbearing. A translucent barrier crafted from the same material as the rainbow bridges enveloped the training ground like a greenhouse.

Especially rare flowers lined the garden in a pleasant, perfect flow of spiritual energy while benches and daybeds gracefully lined the outer reaches. When Shen Qingqiu found himself in the middle of the training grounds, his breath finally left him at the sight of clouds and a mind-boggling view of the mountains and pastures.

It was like he was on the top of the world within this beautiful bubble.

” It is beautiful, I hope she was able to enjoy it,” Shen Qingqiu finally spoke, quickly hiding his face and clearing his throat as he caught the two men savoring his reaction. While he could hide his face, he couldn’t stop the racing of his heart and the giddiness that filled him.

Yue Qingyuan nodded, his smile fully released as he made his way to Shen Qingqiu’s side to take in the sight. Both of them looked eastward, where the fuzzy inklings of the ocean sparkled and curved through the fog of the clouds.

” Hundreds of years of cultivation up here aided her to ascend with the Hao generation. It was the first and only time I had seen Shizun cry,” he spoke, a soft and private murmur, both of them standing in silence for a moment. Shen Qingqiu flinched when he felt Yue Qingyuan’s pinky brush over the top of his hand, the man giving him a pouting look as the scholar whipped his hand away.

Before Shen Qingqiu could snap at his sappy, coy way of trying to hold his hand, the sharp sound of Cheng Luan unsheathing and Liu Qingge’s frustrated voice drew their attention.

” Come on, we’re losing daylight. And I have no intention to sit through this sort of girlish sap, Qingyuan,” the man barked out, his expression pulled into a sour look as he glared at the sect leader. Shen Qingqiu snorted before he could stop the reaction, delighted amusement pooling in his chest.

Yue Qingyuan shamelessly straightened himself out and took a step away from Shen Qingqiu. The scholar idly fanned himself as he gracefully walked toward a daybed, “ Shidi is correct. This one is anticipating a duel of great and unfathomable proportions from cultivators such as yourselves,” he flattered them.

His robes leisurely swished around him in a fluttering arc as he sat on the comfortable cushions. The transmigrator lightly flushed at the way they were staring at him, their gazes fierce and unwavering like the prowling of a predator. He cooly waved his fan as he raised a brow at them, his nose lifting in the air as he projected the ultimate scum villain image.

” Well?” He prompted, excitement racing behind his cool, poser mask as he refrained from leaning forward with clenched fists. “ As Liu-Shidi says, time is wasting,” and with those words, it was like a switch was flipped within the two men.

Liu Qingge grunted, snapping his head toward Yue Qingyuan with a militant air. Yue Qingyuan tossed his sleeve back as he shifted, pulling out a nameless sword from his qiankun sleeve and mirroring the warrior’s form.

Shen Qingqiu held his breath as he observed them take stock of each other. The artificial wind ruffled their robes and hair while they stood there. Exchanging bows, both of them straightened and then wordlessly dove at each other with a great display of energy.

Qi coiled off their forms, powerful and all-consuming. Yet, before it could grow suffocating and uncomfortable, Shen Qingqiu watched with interest as the platform began to subtly glow. He watched with interest as the etched stone erected a smaller, clear barrier a few meters from his daybed.

The clang of metal on metal brought Shen Qingqiu to look up from the array formation, his eyes wide as he watched the two exchange blow after blow. While he sparred with them here and there after the Abyss and he had fought alongside Liu Qingge, this was clearly different.

It was even more obvious that the two had been going easy on him, nearly flirting when he sparred with either of them. How unnecessary some of the showboating moves Liu Qingge would pull in their missions off the mountain.

The two men fought with an intensity that made the air electric with tension and Qi. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but shudder as the hair on the back of his neck rose and his skin prickled. They fought like men of their stature, proper yet fierce and brimming with tangible power.

Liu Qingge was agile and lightning fast as he solidly slashed at Yue Qingyuan like a fencer. One of his arms was held behind his back as he moved efficiently, dodging and darting forward in turn while Yue Qingyuan blocked him.

The sect leader was perfection in his defense, a solid wall of mass as they moved in a waltzing manner around the clearing. Liu Qingge crouched and rolled when the broadsword suddenly slashed where his head had been, Yue Qingyuan’s sword sweeping like a bat hitting a home run as he moved onto the offensive.

Liu Qingge continued darting and dodging, not once deflecting the hefting cuts head-on. Here, Shen Qingqiu began to see the differences in their strengths. He’d always known they were physically stronger than him, as proven by their hand-to-hand sparring on Bai Zhan.

While Liu Qingge would be able to easily bench his borrowed body's slender frame, it was clear that Yue Qingyuan’s physique allowed him to fold people like a lawn chair and toss them to the sun if he wished to. It was almost baffling, watching that kicked-puppy looking dope turn deathly serious. The cut of their robes highlighted the lean form of the warrior, but they absolutely hid the solid muscle of the Qiong Ding peak lord.

Each unwavering block brought out a gasp from Shen Qingqiu, his eyes wide as Cheng Luan remained firm under the more barbaric moves Yue Qingyuan pulled. And when the sect leader’s sword broke into a hundred glittering pieces, the scholar nearly jumped off his seat.

The pieces flicked off into the wind of Liu Qingge’s sweeping slash, the air churning as Yue Qingyuan flipped over it with a touch of qingqong. His body lifted up like a leaf stirred by the wind, and when Liu Qingge darted to take advantage of his position, a sheathed Xuan Su blocked the blow.

” Finally,” the Bai Zhan peak lord grunted, his gaze bright as they prowled around each other in a circle, the graceful break of gauging each other. Neither of them sweated or panted from the exertion, their gazes focused and energized. “ I may not understand why you use that weak trash, but I am glad to see Xuan Su’s sheath,” Liu Qingge told him, his voice smooth and blunt.

Yue Qingyuan didn’t react overtly to those words besides sending a glance toward Shen Qingqiu. He dipped his head into a nod as they stilled, his hand smoothly pushing Xuan Su’s sheathed form in an arc. “ It is not often that Xuan Su faces a worthy foe,” he replied, the words pulling a dry chuckle from Liu Qingge.

Shen Qingqiu leaned forward as the atmosphere grew tense, his arms clenching around a throw pillow while his fan lay on his lap. He buried his face in anticipation as the men seemed to pull and gather Qi. Their spiritual energies casually manifested and bullied each other as they calmly spoke.

” Cheng Luan rises to such challenges,” Liu Qingge said, his foot digging into the stone as he pushed off the ground and leapt at the sect leader. And like that, his fighting style changed on the turn of a heel; instead of the flowing styles of the Liu family, he utilized the fierce and familiar forms of Bai Zhan.

Shen Qingqiu had seen them enough that he inadvertently focused more on Yue Qingyuan, interested to see how he would handle such a drastic change.

Despite the change from the quick and fleeting fencing jabs and slashes, Yue Qingyuan remained unmoved by Liu Qingge’s techniques. Instead, he somehow moved even more fluidly with Xuan Su, his tall form weightless as he blocked and maneuvered the broad sheath.

The transmigrator bit back a yelp as Xuan Su was used as a blunt object, eagerly bearing down on Cheng Luan with its heavily Qi-enforced form. Xuan Su really was dangerous, even sheathed.

Shen Qingqiu was glad that the sword remained sheathed as the two men fought, even more ruthless and intense as they tried to stab and bludgeon each other. He winced as Xuan Su landed on Liu Qingge’s ribs with a solid slam and a crack, the warrior rolling with the momentum.

His legs swept out as he went, attempting to take Yue Qingyuan out even as the hit winded him and broke a rib or two. “ Bastard,” Liu Qingge bit out, his teeth clenched as he pressed up, quick and unrelenting as he slashed upward.

Shen Qingqiu jolted at the near miss, his eyes wide as he watched a few strands of Yue Qingyuan’s top-knot get cut off, the metal sparking from his guan. Liu Qingge didn’t say anything as he followed through, his gait low as he followed after Yue Qingyuan.

Xuan Su was calm as the sect leader followed the flow of the battle, each block clattering with the strength of Liu Qingge’s forearms as the warrior double-handed the blade. The broadsword groaned under the power of Liu Qingge’s attack, yet, Yue Qingyuan was unmoved.

The scholar was on the edge of his seat as he watched them trade blow after blow. He watched them leap to and fro, their faces close in distance as they periodically pressed their blades together. In feats of strength, they tried to topple each other over, and almost always Liu Qingge slid off of Xuan Su.

The frustration was clear in Liu Qingge’s taut form, his stance tight like the string of a bow. He moved like the crack of a whip, relentless and flexible despite his injured ribs. “Ah!” Shen Qingqiu covered his face with his hands, flinching away from the sight of Cheng Luan catching Yue Qingyuan’s thigh.

The men broke apart, looking toward the scholar as he quickly hid his face behind his fan. His gaze was averted, weakly waving them to continue as their eyes looked over him.

Liu Qingge scoffed, flicking Cheng Luan to the side while Yue Qingyuan took a distracted step toward Shen Qingqiu. “ Don’t take your eyes off of your opponent,” the warrior scolded him, quickly moving to deliver the spar-ending pin while the man allowed himself to be distracted.

” Hypocrite! Isn’t that dishonorable?” Shen Qingqiu shouted, standing in a swirl of robes as he watched Yue Qingyuan dodge, the man’s gait awkward yet just as solid. Liu Qingge barked out a laugh, his lips pulled into a wolfish grin as he was pushed back.

” Fools shouldn’t turn their backs in the middle of a spar,” he replied, biting and grunting as he was forced to block a flurry of bludgeons from Xuan Su. “ You’ve grown soft,” he spat, likely at both of them as he kicked at Yue Qingyuan’s side, quickly adding in a few martial, Qi-enforced strikes in the scant inches of his opponent’s defense.

Yue Qingyuan grunted, a dribble of blood slicing down his chin as he furrowed his brows at Liu Qingge. “ I’ll show you soft,” he growled, the sound of his deep, calm voice morphing into a simmering aggression definitely doing… something to Shen Qingqiu.

He gulped as he watched Yue Qingyuan go purely on the offensive. His strikes rang out across the clearing, his forms perfect and his strength uncovered. It was clear to Shen Qingqiu that Yue Qingyuan had conserved his power, shrouding it under a steady defense to either prolong the sparring match or benignly allow Liu Qingge a fighting chance.

Now that the gloves were off, Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu were given a full demonstration on how Yue Qingyuan had garnered the rumor of being one of the strongest cultivators of their generation.

Liu Qingge’s arms quaked under the blows, his breath quick and his blocks once more glancing and focused on diversion of power rather than taking them head-on. More and more strikes landed, the force of them making Shen Qingqiu wince.

Soon enough, Cheng Luan was knocked from the Bai Zhan peak lord’s grasp, the blade flying at the barrier and clattering to the ground.

” Do you yi–” Yue Qingyuan’s smooth voice was disrupted by the kick aimed at his head. Xuan Su blocked the flying kick, and the fight quickly moved toward a full martial display as Liu Qingge quickly attempted to dominate the clearing.

Shen Qingqiu was familiar with the duct-tape-like grapples Liu Qingge utilized, but he could only light a candle in his heart as he watched the man continue to go against Xuan Su. His shins were probably going to be black and blue from how solidly he kicked that sword sheath.

The transmigrator had to give it to him, though. Liu Qingge was like a dog with a bone. And if Shen Qingqiu had winced at Luo Binghe going against that War Hammer demon, he was full-body shuddering at the brutality of these two.

” Ah ha!” Liu Qingge gasped, a look of pride flashing over his face as he grabbed Yue Qingyuan’s wrist and forced him to drop Xuan Su. He had the man in a brutal hold, his wrist and arm wrenched back as he had somehow tripped the sect leader to the ground.

At this point, they were drenched in sweat and the lazy flow of blood from Yue Qingyuan’s wound. “ Yield,” Liu Qingge growled as they continued to tussle on the ground, dirt and grass kicking up as Yue Qingyuan bucked and kicked at him.

” No,” the man replied, flipping them over and barely wincing as his wrist was dislocated. “ You’ll yield to me,” he stated, his chest heaving and his face flushed as he tried to get Liu Qingge under him into a pin.

It was like watching a car wreck, as Shen Qingqiu watched them grip and nearly strangle each other in their exchange of holds. A flustered squawk almost left him as he watched Yue Qingyuan press the Bai Zhan peak lord’s face to the ground, the bulk of the man taking the man’s free flying elbow with grace.

He even had the nerve to flash Shen Qingqiu a smug grin, “ You think I got him good, huh, Xiao Yuan?” The man asked, a wickedness tinging that grin, his unbroken wrist catching Liu Qingge’s swiping arm and trapping it.

Shen Qingqiu had no idea what the man saw in his face, but he quickly covered it as those dark eyes drank him in. Whatever the man saw, he seemed to relish it. “ Come on, A-Minghui. Call it quits so we can have Xiao Yuan look over our wounds. Look how worried he is,” he drawled out, teasing as he physically manipulated them so Liu Qingge could look at their shared love interest.

Raising his fan higher, Shen Qingqiu’s face felt hot, yet he was unable to stop his worried fidgeting. He swayed from side to side as he watched them through the thin Tuanshen screen, his eyes narrowing at them.

” I’m not tending to your wounds like some lovesick girl!” Shen Qingqiu snapped, his fist clenched around the fan as he lowered it enough to give them the full power of his glare. “ You two are marching right over to Qian Cao– let everyone see the extent of your foolishness,” he added, his voice a high snarl as his robes snapped with his pacing.

Liu Qingge groaned as Yue Qingyuan’s hold tightened, the noise making Shen Qingqiu’s face burn and his back straighten even more. When he peeked at them, he caught them in a stubborn stare-down.

Yue Qingyuan was straddling Liu Qingge’s back, his elbow locked around the man’s sweating face into an uncomfortable hold and forcing him to meet the sect leader’s gaze.

” Fine! I yield!” He snapped out, giving Yue Qingyuan a shake as he angrily hissed and squirmed like an offended cat. Tension slowly seeped out of Shen Qingqiu as he watched them get up, the barrier depleting as their aggression died down to a simmer.

Liu Qingge roughly pushed himself up, rolling his shoulders and wincing at the state of his ribs. The sight of the amount of cuts and blood was enough that Shen Qingqiu cursed and anxiously floated toward them.

When he reached Qi-coated hands toward them to help heal them, Liu Qingge tutted, and Yue Qingyuan dopedly held his offered hand. “ Keep your energy,” the Bai Zhan peak lord told him, glaring as Yue Qingyuan merely took a seat next to him, allowing Shen Qingqiu to rest in between them.

” Your injuries! Aiyah, you guys went at each other like feral beasts,” Shen Qingqiu clucked, nervous like a hen as he tried to shepherd them up and toward Qian Cao as he had stated.

Liu Qingge laughed, catching Shen Qingqiu’s other hand and happily clinging to it. Like this, all three of them cycled their energies together in a looping manner. “ I’ve had worse,” the man told them, his head tilting just so that allowed his other partners to spot the blooming Xuan Su-sized bruise on his temple.

” Oh my Gods!” Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help squeaking out, his relaxing heart rate and blood pressure rising once more. “ Qi-Ge, you brute,” Shen Qingqiu hissed, looking toward the other man and pinching the meat of his hand in reprimand. Yue Qingyuan simply gave him a pitiful look, honed to ‘kicked puppy’ perfection.

” But Xiao Yuan, he cut me with Cheng Luan and broke my wrist,” he demurely argued, lifting his other hand and showing off the slanted limb.

Shen Qingqiu squirmed under their holds, growling out how he was going to get them straight to Qian Cao even if he had to strap them to Xiu Ya.

Laughter filled the clearing, Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan both chuckling freely and deeply at the concern displayed toward them. “ Fine, fine,” the sect leader spoke soothingly as Shen Qingqiu stood and attempted to tug both of them up from the ground.

” Yuan is so caring,” Liu Qingge snorted, his thin lips pulled into a teasing amusement.

Shen Qingqiu ruffled like a cat and scowled at them, “ Be glad that I care– you numbskulls would have gladly killed yourselves if I wasn’t here to knock some sense into you,” he raised his fan in threat.

Cheng Luan was sheathed, and Xuan Su was picked up before the men allowed themselves to shuffle to the elevator. The ride was filled with silence broken by breathless chuckles and further threats.

When they finally left the secluded forests, the three of them drew the attention of nearly the entirety of Qiong Ding. Disciples let out surprised exclaimations at the sight of their battered Shizun, a crowd nearly gathering before they were plucked off by hallmasters and teachers.

Given the flawless and scowling Shen Qingqiu that fluttered and doted on the two men, it was clear to the adults and of-age cultivators what had occurred.

Crossing the rainbow bridge also brought much commotion. So, they were unsurprised when they set foot on Qian Cao, and Mu Qingfang descended upon them like a hawk.

” Really?” He drily asked as he led them to their private rooms. He gave the three men unamused looks when Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge simply nodded.

” Don’t look at this master like that, Mu-Shidi!” Shen Qingqiu tightly controlled himself, his face pinching into an embarrassed yet upset expression, “ This one tried to make these idiots see reason, yet they insisted on fighting like beasts,” his searing words making the rushing Qian Cao healers turn their heads.

Drama was bound to occur in the healing pavilion, but drama involving the sect leader and the hottest courtships on the mountain… Many people kept an ear out on the trio.

Yue Qingyuan joyfully shrugged while Liu Qingge merely blushed when Mu Qingfang gave them a firm, reprimanding look. The healer sighed, massaging his temple as they came to the room assigned to the Bai Zhan peak lord and his family.

He tiredly waved a hand to the man, wordlessly beckoning him to enter the room as protocol. Liu Qingge went in without a fight, his stride unbothered after he stopped to kiss Shen Qingqiu on the cheek and give Yue Qingyuan a bow.

Shen Qingqiu flushed, his shoulders tight, before Yue Qingyuan persistently tugged him along to the Qiong Ding peak lord’s healing room. Mu Qingfang walked ahead, professional yet exhausted when he turned to look at them.

” Please maintain a proper distance while receiving treatment in the pavilion,” he ordered, his voice clinical as he pointedly looked at Yue Qingyuan’s hovering, nearly clinging frame. “ Shen-Shixiong may wait outside while Liu-Shixiong and Zhangmen-Shixiong are treated,” he folded his hands in front of himself, his chin raised in challenge as he looked at them.

Shen Qingqiu nodded, stepping away and tsking as Yue Qingyuan seemed to consider taking up that challenge. He shook their hands apart, slapping the sect leader’s dislocated wrist with his fan when the man looked at him with an objection on his lips.

” Go in there and allow Mu-Shidi to treat you. Now,” he ordered, his patience rapidly leaving him as Yue Qingyuan seemed to stubbornly look for a way to keep the Qing Jing peak lord close.

” Peak lord’s spouses are enti–” he was cut off with a solid whack, the clear abuse of a patient continuing as Shen Qingqiu chewed him out. It took a few more moments before Yue Qingyuan heaved a sigh and went into the examination room, a senior disciple following in like a ghost.

The door slid shut, leaving a faintly amused Mu Qingfang and a flustered Shen Qingqiu in the hallway. Mu Qingfang sighed and then chuckled, “ Would Shixiong like to join this one for tea?” He asked, his mustache twitching with the quirk of his lip. Shen Qingqiu huffed, looking over the man’s weary expression.

” As long as it is not getting in the way of Shidi’s work,” he kindly replied, his hands fell into his sleeves as he moved to allow Mu Qingfang to lead the way to his office at the heart of the pavilion.

The walk was relatively normal, except for the concealed whispers of the inner and outer disciples in the main floors of the pavilion. “ There were some things this shidi wished to discuss regarding shixiong’s condition,” the healer informed him once the office door slid shut, the sudden sensation of being caught in a trap making Shen Qingqiu stiffen.

” Oh?” He cooly asked, taking a seat and aloofly watching Mu Qingfang prepare their tea. His desk was a controlled mess of forms and paperwork, the walls adorned with calm paintings and gifts from various officials, patients, and likely the previous peak lord.

Shen Qingqiu looked away from the stuffed beast head, a Six-Horned Armored Lynx, as Mu Qingfang placed the pot and the tea set onto the low desk.

Tea was poured and left to cool before Mu Qingfang gathered the bound book that was labeled, ‘Shen Qingqiu, Xiu Ya Sword. ’ He adjusted his reading glasses and gave Shen Qingqiu a considering look that made the transmigrator want to jump the desk and shake him.

” Shen-Shixiong has a heavily Yin-focused cultivation system,” he stated, reading straight from the book. Shen Qingqiu nodded, lifting up his cup and taking a concealed sip. His face scrunched behind his sleeve at the supplemental brew, tart and medicinal– bastard!

He slowly sipped at the cup while Mu Qingfang read over the established care plan, his voice methodical and building up to something pretty big, if Shen Qingqiu’s previous experience with health conditions had anything to say on the matter.

” Shen-Shixiong is still drinking the mixture this one prescribed and dual-cultivating with Liu-Shixiong, yes?” He asked the question a preliminary to any foray into a new treatment idea. Shen Qingqiu nodded, slightly tense as he was subjected to a thorough look.

” This one isn’t lying to Mu-Shidi,” Shen Qingqiu scowled as he felt the man flex the Qi-infused vow he had pledged, the mark Mu Qingfang basically held on his cultivation soul. It didn’t hurt, especially since he wasn’t hiding any new conditions or injuries. But it was like the tug of a string around his core, a little poke that made him straighten and scowl.

Mu Qingfang charmingly smiled and raised his hand to placate him, “ Apologies. This one was just ensuring everything was well,” he spoke soothingly and earnestly. “ Especially if this one were to share his idea, considering Shen-Shixiong’s blessings in his courting,” he added, his expression turning a little sly under that professional mask.

Shen Qingqiu waved his fan, giving the man an evil eye as he waited for him to continue on. He’d gossip and chat with Airplane about the fight (and maybe Qi Qingqi), but Mu Qingfang was not on that list.

Mu Qingfang cleared his throat, serious once more. “ While this one won’t disclose the medical histories or experiences of his partners, Shixiong should be informed that they are very high in Yang energy– if such matters interest him,” the man waited for a beat, as though he had said something risque.

The transmigrator gave him a stare before he nodded, looking to the side as he slowly fanned himself. “ Yes, yes, this one has observed such strengths in both of them,” he hummed in agreement, recalling the fight. Mu Qingfang lightly coughed, his face hidden behind his sleeve for a moment.

” That was why Mu-Shidi assigned them to this one for his treatment for Without-a-Cure, yes?” He asked, pinning the healer with an even more analytical stare. Mu Qingfang nodded, quick and precise, while his shoulders were pinned back and he smoothed out the invisible wrinkles on his robes.

” Indeed. It helped that Shixiong had such relationships with them, even more so now that all three of you are courting,” he said, the beginnings of an “However,” clear on the tip of his tongue. But whatever he was thinking of broaching seemed to make him stall and fidget, so Shen Qingqiu sighed and decided to help him broach the topic.

” Is Shidi considering the benefits of this one dual-cultivating with both of them at the same time?” He asked, briefly thinking back to when they had shared energy after the spar, the way it had felt having all three of their Qis looping together. It had been more than pleasant, if a little overwhelming at the time, but he could imagine doing it again.

Mu Qingfang nodded, serious and controlled until the moment Shen Qingqiu gave him a pleased look and said, “ After the spar, all three of us briefly dual-cultivated. It wasn’t too strenuous, if Shidi is considering this one’s physical limitations,” the information making the healer’s face pinken.

He straightened himself up even more, as though drawing strength from the gods and their immortal ancestors. “ Did the three of you circulate energy within just yourself? Or was it spread amongst each other?” He asked, pulling a large tome clearly labeled ‘The Intricities of Dual Cultivation,’ onto the desk as the topic was fully blown wide open.

Shen Qingqiu hummed in thought, relaxing at the table as he thought back on the experience. “ It was predominantly spread out amongst each other. They really did a number on themselves, but when this one offered his Qi, they quickly returned it,” he recounted, his fan lifting to hide his amused smile.

Of course, the thinness of Tuanshen fan allowed Mu Qingfang to see the fuzzy line of the smile. His eyes went to the side. “ Of course,” he cleared his throat, drinking some more tea. “ Dual-cultivating with such strong partners will be highly beneficial to Shixiong’s condition. However, there are some symptoms Qingqiu-Shixiong should alert this one to. Immediately,” he intoned, the seriousness of his tone making Shen Qingqiu look to him.

The man slid the tome over to the scholar, watching him as Shen Qingqiu accepted it and then looked back up at him. “ If Shixiong begins to feel changes in his body and appetite– no matter how small,” he warned, his gaze narrowed as Shen Qingqiu made to argue with him, “ Alert this Shidi. The same goes for if Shixiong begins to feel nauseous at certain times or after experiencing certain smells or foods. More so if his Qi fluctuates or his Without-a-Cure attacks increase, as well as if he notices any bleeding to his lower regions.”

Shen Qingqiu inwardly grumbled at this, fanning himself once more as he stand-offishly looked askew. What kind of symptoms were those, Airplane? “ Shidi must be describing the woes of a woman expecting rather than this one’s own care,” he lightly joked, but Mu Qingfang didn’t laugh.

” Pregnancy is no laughing matter,” the healer stated, as Shen Qingqiu gave him a probing look. “ Especially with conditions such as Without-a-Cure, which would require a very honed plan to ensure the safety of the child and parent. Asking Shixiong to read the entirety of that tome, so he can safely go through his courtship with Zhangment-Shixiong and Liu-Shixiong,” Mu Qingfang explained and ordered, a hand gesturing toward the Dual-Cultivation tome.

” This Shen wholeheartedly agrees with Mu-Shidi’s argument,” Shen Qingqiu tried to soothe the man’s intense aura, “ Such conditions do require serious planning, for a mother and her child. It would be horrible to overlook them,” he added, his voice soft as he recalled the various traps and poisons Bing-ge and his harem had faced.

There had been a written miscarriage as well as a wife who died giving birth, moments of severity from the world and time that Airplane had built. Yet viewers had quickly squashed any further discussion of topics such as those, angrily commenting and threatening to unsubscribe, while Shen Yuan had applauded the careful writing.

Mu Qingfang leaned back for a moment, considering. He then opened a drawer and pulled out a hidden treat, setting it on the table in front of Shen Qingqiu before he refilled the half-drunk supplemental tea.

” If this one may ask, what are Qingqiu's hopes for the feature? Does he wish for children with Shixiongs?” He asked, his inflection moving toward a soft pleasantness, a gentle probe made even sweeter with the offered treat.

Shen Qingqiu looked at the talisman-preserved treat– his favorite from Qian Cao. It was a silken matcha tofu mousse concoction that Mu Qingfang had all but shoved down his throat the first few weeks after the Immortal Alliance Conference to make him follow through with his medicine.

He then looked toward the supplemental tea, his nose subtly crinkling as he begrudgingly continued to finish it. Knowing the healer, he’d wish for him to finish the small pot before he handed over the dessert. “ This one wouldn’t mind raising children if he had the chance. Children are our future, and we should cherish such lives,” he demurely replied, his mind thinking back to how he had taken over teaching the disciples and the handful of times he had babysat his Da-Ge’s kid.

The change to personal and more hands-on teaching had taken many disciples by surprise, but the younger ones had been cute enough. He still left the standard classes to the hallmasters, only focusing on the subjects that interested him and his knowledge of the world. His Da-Ge’s kid, though, brought on a bittersweet smile as he thought of the little toddler.

She’d taken an interest in some of his figures, playing with them while he watched with a collector’s sense of dread. But she had been adorable when she laughed at his annoyed monologues about PIDW and other trash Xianxia work he read. He desperately hoped she was doing well with everyone else from his previous life.

Mu Qingfang gave a pleased hum, jotting something down in his book. “ Qian Cao does have a daycare,” he voiced, something gentle tinging his voice as he looked at Shen Qingqiu. “ If Shixiong wishes, he can take some of the parental classes we offer there,” he trailed off, even more gauging Shen Qingqiu’s reaction with this bold statement.

Shen Qingqiu glared at him, the cup clenched in his fist while his fan rested on his chest. “ And what would the others say about that?” He spat out, taking a deep breath at the idea of the future. He set his cup down, hiding his trembling hands in his sleeves as he looked at the table.

“ They and the rumor-mill would reach great extents if this one and his reputation even dared to go near defenseless babies and young children,” he argued, frowning at the idea of furthering his villainous image for his future demise.

That was still in the air, the trial and subsequent torture a grim pressure on his mind. If the System and story had their way, he would still be subjected to it. And Shen Qingqiu didn’t want to add even more fodder for the whole ‘inappropriate relations with his students’ rumor by getting close to daycares.

He already had to deal with the skewed perception that people could take with the original good’s favoritism to Ning YingYing as well as the rumors surrounding him and Luo Binghe now.

Mu Qingfang gave him a sympathetic look, gently pushing the dessert closer to him. “ If it makes Shixiong feel better, this one never believed any of that to be true. The rumors, that is,” the healer revealed, his face full of open support while Shen Qingqiu stared at him from behind his fan.

The transmigrator tilted his head in interest, idly pulling the dessert and the spoon closer as he did so. Thoughts of horrible torture and injustice slowly ebbed as he took his first bite of the treat. Sighing, he asked, “ What did Qingfang-Shidi believe then?” his tone was mild while he dug into the treat, Mu Qingfang steepling his hands in thought as he considered the question.

” This one always knew there was more to Qingqiu-Shixiong and his past. Even more so when his largest Qi deviation impacted his memories,” he replied, his expression warm yet somewhat sad as he watched Shen Qingqiu eat the treat. “ Of course, it helped that Shizun always taught us not to make assumptions about others' character. But this one always felt like Shen-Shixiong just needed someone to…,” he paused, his gaze looking faraway as his lips pulled into a deep frown.

Shen Qingqiu swallowed, his eyes wide as he took in the frustrated look on the healer’s face and his tense posture. He could feel the lore and emotion tinge the air, the room heavy with something like sorrow.

” I think Shixiong just needed someone to listen to him without judgment. Especially after the misunderstandings and rumors sown began to breed such tension amongst our brothers and sisters. Shixiong didn’t deserve that, and they shouldn’t impact his future happiness,” he quietly spoke, his brown gaze falling onto Shen Qingqiu’s gobsmacked expression.

The scholar blinked and quietly freaked out, “ A-ah, wow,” he replied, flustered at the emotional scene and insight into the healer’s deepest thoughts. His mind was shocked into silence, and he struggled with what to say to show his appreciation for Mu Qingfang’s support.

A gentle hand settled on his, making him lightly flinch. It carefully withdrew as green eyes looked up at the healer, who gave him a small smile and then nodded with an air of determination. “ While this one doesn’t claim to be the perfect parent,” he stated, the sentence further throwing Shen Qingqiu into a loop, “ This one wouldn’t mind breaching the topic with his partner and possibly introducing Shen-Shixiong to his children before he joins any of the classes,” he offered.

Shen Qingqiu forced himself not to gape at the healer in bewilderment. ‘ Mu Qingfang fucks?! He has children, as in more than one child?!’ he thought to himself, his expression schooled into a considering look. Before he could reply, he was saved by the series of knocks on the office door.

Mu Qingfang rolled his eyes as another knock sounded, impatient. “ Come in,” he ordered, standing up and crossing his arms as Shen Qingqiu looked toward the door in confusion.

Of course, Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge filled the doorway once the door slid open. “ This one sees Shixiongs have been properly healed,” Mu Qingfang noted, moving toward his bookshelf and selecting some other tomes.

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t read their titles, yet the end of their conversation forced him to finish the rest of his dessert before he was swept off by one of the impatient-looking men. “ Asking Shixiongs to read this and take notes,” the healer all but threatened, his voice steely and firm.

When the man turned toward Shen Qingqiu, that steeliness was replaced with a gentle joy. “ The offer does stand, Qingqiu-Shixiong. Just write this one a letter and then we can schedule a day to meet,” he pleasantly shooed Shen Qingqiu from his office, his own tome secured in his qiankun sleeve.

” Offer? What offer?” Liu Qingge asked, his expression suspicious as he offered his arm to Shen Qingqiu. Yue Qingyuan similarly looked at Mu Qingfang, his smile thin and his brow lightly furrowed.

Mu Qingfang scoffed, waving them out of his office as he turned back to his work. “ This one made it clear, he has no such intentions with Shen-Shixiong,” he dryly reminded them, in what seemed to be an endless argument between the three cultivators. Shen Qingqiu felt rather blindsided as he looked between them.

” Aiyah, leave Mu-Shidi alone,” Shen Qingqiu scowled, but they were like dogs picking a fight as they remained unmoved by the scholar’s hands. Mu Qingfang laughed, pushing his glasses to the top of his head to pinch the bridge of his nose.

” Ask Shen-Shxiong what this one was offering,” he told them, seemingly ending the discussion as he raised a talisman toward them in warning. Liu Qingge huffed and grumbled, but they soon made their way out of the pavilion, the office door sliding shut with a snap.

” Don’t bully Mu-Shidi,” Shen Qingqiu hissed once they were out into the flight zone and away from prying ears. The sun was setting as he looked at them, his green eyes narrowed as both of them guiltily looked away.

How long were they bullying people they deemed plausible threats?? Shen Qingqiu didn’t think he wanted to know, considering how much of a headache that would be to deal with.

” What was Mu-Shidi and Xiao Yuan talking about?” Yue Qingyuan asked, his expression hopeful while his fresh, spare set of robes flicked. Finding a similar interest in Liu Qingge’s face, Shen Qingqiu hid his face behind his fan and turned on his heel.

When he made to pull Xiu Ya free, a hand caught his elbow. “ Don’t run away,” Liu Qingge’s low voice quietly pleaded, the lingering presence of the three peak lord’s drawing the whispers of coming and going cultivators.

” I’m not,” Shen Qingqiu grit his teeth, glaring at the man, “ Just– let’s speak of this at the bamboo hut,” he told them, his voice similarly low as his ears flushed. Liu Qingge let go of his arm with a nod, and all three of them made off to Qing Jing.

When they landed at the hut’s courtyard, Shen Qingqiu led them into the house, waving off a startled Ming Fan. He prepared one of his favorite teas to wash out the lingering bitterness from the supplemental tea. He cursed the healer, every time Mu Qingfang gave his pale skin and thin figure a long look, he was given that tea.

Once finished, he waved off Liu Qingge’s attempts to pour their cups. Sure, it was more proper, but just allow him this routine in the chaos of reveals.

They sat around the table, a moment of calm before Shen Qingqiu rolled his shoulders and asked, “ Did you two know that Mu-Shidi has children?” to which they blinked and shook their heads.

” Ah,” Yue Qingyuan brought a hand to his chin, his gaze focused. “ That was what he meant,” he hummed, not expanding further when Shen Qingqiu stared at him.

” What’s that got to do with anything?” Liu Qingge plowed on with the grace of a dump truck, steamrolling over Shen Qingqiu’s rising temper and cutting the barrage of questions before they could start.

The transmigrator lightly blushed, looking to the side. “ Mu-Shidi brought up the idea of this one taking… parenting classes at the Qian Cao daycare,” he told them, quickly moving on as he heard the men shuffle in their seats. “ I didn’t think it would be a smart idea, so he offered for me to meet his children first,” the words rushed out, swift and rough with his embarrassment.

Silence stretched between them, charged and tangible. “ Is that something Xiao Yuan wants? Children, that is?” Yue Qingyuan awkwardly asked, his expression controlled while he repeatedly cleared his throat. Liu Qingge’s gaze was almost scorching as Shen Qingqiu chanced a peek at them.

He mule-ishly shook his head, his face flushed, “ Not now,” he told them, clamping down on his anxiety for the future. His hands clutched his arms as he stared at his tea, his gaze forelorn and his lips pouting, “... At least, not until. Not until I know–” his voice died out, strangled with a sudden wave of emotions.

He knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t force the words out. And when he felt the hands clasp onto his shoulders and his face was pressed in between the two men, he knew that they had an idea of what he wanted to convey.

How he didn’t want to involve a child in his fate. He didn’t want to be scared to bond with them because of his fear of the future. More than anything, he didn’t think that he could be the proper parent, as both Shen Qingqiu and Shen Yuan.

Because at the end of the day, he was selfish, he was cruel, and he couldn’t be trusted. He was self-serving, and any pure, innocent child who came across him would be punished. He couldn’t hurt them, not like how he hurt his Binghe.

” Hush, Xiao Yuan, hush,” Yue Qingyuan murmured, his arms and body a solid weight of muscle around his waist and back while Liu Qingge hugged his front. “ We’ll get there. One day at a time, but we’ll get there,” he promised, his breath warm on Shen Qingqiu’s cheek.

Shen Qingqiu sobbed into Liu Qingge’s shoulder, his grip crushing as the emotions of the day finally left him. The adrenaline, the concern, and the emotions of his conversation with Mu Qingfang. The futility of it all and his constant stress for the future.

When they pulled back, the scholar sniffled as he pulled his fan toward himself. The tears dried on his cheeks as he waved the fan, he murmured his thanks as one of them took off his guan and the two courting birds. They were carefully placed onto the table before Yue Qingyuan lifted his dipped head and chastely kissed his cheek.

” Come, let’s get you ready for bed,” he murmured, the sound intimate and downy soft compared to the quick-witted and sly face he had shown during the spar. Liu Qingge wordlessly followed, as they made their way to Shen Qingqiu’s room.

There, both of them were chaste and sweet as they prepared his tub and laid out his sleeping robes, hair oils, and other soaps. “ Call me over if you’d like help with your hair,” Yue Qingyuan told him, his head dipping to meet Shen Qingqiu’s gaze as they stood in front of the screen.

” I’ll help you, just like we used to back then,” he promised, his hand thumb caressing Shen Qingqiu’s cheek before he slid away like smoke.

Shen Qingqiu didn’t call for him, as he dunked his face and head under the water. He went through the motions as he cleaned off his body, sighing and cycling his breath. And when he was finished and dressed, he felt particularly small and out of his depth as he sat next to the two cultivators.

” I think it could do Yuan good,” Liu Qingge spoke after a moment, “ He’s nothing but kind to A-Yan, despite her mischief,” he groused for a moment, his brow furrowed at the memory of her various ploys of playing matchmaker. Setting the two of them up, before and after their courting became a rumor in the sect.

Yue Qingyuan nodded in agreement, “ Xiao Yuan needn’t worry himself over this,” he rubbed his hand over the span of Shen Qingqiu’s back, earning himself a disgruntled noise from where Liu Qingge was brushing and braiding the scholar’s hair. Yue Qingyuan wrapped his hand once more around the man’s waist, smiling softly at him.

” Xiao Yuan loves those in his life fiercely, loyally. He just doesn’t know how to show it sometimes,” he said, his thumb stroking Shen Qingqiu’s hip. A chuckle rolled through him as the transmigrator brought his hands to his face and pressed them close in an attempt to hide from the compliments.

” We’ll see what the future holds,” Yue Qingyuan pressed closer, “ But Xiao Yuan must never forget the support that he has now. Because those who love him love him just as intensely and deeply.”

Chapter Text

By the end of the second year, Shen Qingqiu was dressed in red and drunkenly waiting for his husband to enter their marital chambers on Qiong Ding. The courting, dowry, letters, and general planning for the wedding passed in nearly the blink of an eye.

Yet, as he waited, veiled and cluttered with countless jewels and heavy, embroidered robes, he couldn’t help but contentedly sigh at the memories. Wine-drunk as he was, he flopped onto the bed in a graceless heap as he dragged his finger over the dark covers of Yue Qingyuan’s large bed.

The first few months of their official courtship had gone off without a hitch. Many of the peak lords actually let out a sigh of relief, Wei Qingwei all but knocking the sect leader over with his excited back pats when the two had formally announced it to their martial siblings.

” It’s about time you two began courting to marry,” Qi Qingqi sniffed, her voice tinged with a haughty acceptance and a smugness that had made Shen Qingqiu scowl at her. “ What! We’re all thinking it– any longer and we’d be ascended by the time Yue-Shixiong gained your favor,” she argued, meeting the Qing Jing peak lord’s glare with her own.

The Meimeis and Madam of the Warm Red Pavilion had been overjoyed by the announcement and the offered dowry Yue Qingyuan had procured.

Nervous like a virgin, he had been like a brick wall as he sat on the other side of the tea table, Shen Qingqiu watching him behind the hoard of Jiejies and his fans. The Madam had looked over the gorgeous silks, rare jewels, and the expensive plethora of instruments with the eye of a penny-pincher.

When Yue Qingyuan had grown fretful and started muttering, “ Not enough, not enough,” the Madam had finally smiled and accepted the offering. The women in front of Shen Qingqiu had bowed, their cheeks bright and their eyes dewy as they recognized the man as a suitable husband. The youngest girls had curled around Shen Qingqiu, looking at the dowry with wide eyes.

Even better, when it came to the actual wedding planning, Shen Qingqiu had the pleasure of being more of a consultant than the stressed wife. All he had to do was have tea with an excited Ning YingYing and sign the An Ding forms she brought over. Liu Mingyan was always by her side, eagerly nodding and offering other ideas for the wedding.

Shang Qinghua had been run ragged preparing for the wedding; the logistics and bills were crazy long. Even with the number of ideas Shen Qingqiu had declined, and the portion of money he had offered from his bet on Luo Binghe. They didn’t need to hold a parade or a weeks-long celebration– other peak lords had married in the past and present, and those had been subdued events!

Unfortunately, they had to invite some of their prominent allies, which included the Old Palace Master, various B-list masters, and their attendants. The relations between the sects had been civil, yet the tensions over how to deal with the demon realm had brought about countless meetings that had required Shen Qingqiu’s presence.

And the creepy man had been getting more and more nosy about Luo Binghe, influencing the other leaders in their comfort zone to make snide comments about Shen Qingqiu’s reputation.

A giggle fell from his lips as he recalled their expressions upon learning who was actually marrying whom. He had heard whispers of doubt regarding the true nature of the marriage– people considering it as an unnecessary ploy to cement Yue Qingyuan’s favoritism for him.

Yet the full display of fetching the bride and Yue Qingyuan’s relentless gatecrashing outside of the bamboo hut had been truly romantic. The Madam had required Yue Qingyuan to perform a music piece for them, forced him to fight off the brothel security guard while bound with an immortal binding rope, and then lifted a carriage filled with the brothel Meimeis above his head for a handful of hours as they finalized the embroidery of Shen Qingqiu’s veil.

If the girls had pricked themselves even once (from the movement), he would have had to restart the entire sequence of challenges with different songs and opponents until they were finished.

Shen Qingqiu had tried to watch the proceedings, but Qi Qingqi, Shang Qinghua, and the Madam had held steadfast in getting him dressed and perfect with his makeup and hair. If it had been anyone else, he would have been able to persuade them to let him watch, so he had to make due with the music and the sound of the crowd gathered outside.

Sooner than he would even consider normal, their youngest meimeis had rushed into the house with the completed veil clutched in their giggling hands. And then Yue Qingyuan was walking through the door, his face flushed and sweaty, while his red robes were mysteriously singed in some parts.

Another giggle left the transmigrator's lips as he rolled onto his stomach, his socked feet kicking in the air as he buried his face into a pillow.

Yue Qingyuan had carried him out of the house, completely veiled and flushed behind his Tuanshen fan. There, they had made their way to the main hall in Qiong Ding, where a feast was prepared and the Qing Jing disciples performed for everyone.

A hush had fallen over the rowdy crowd of peak lords, disciples, and the scant few visitors that had watched the gatecrashing. Everyone seated in the large receiving hall watched with baited breath as Yue Qingyuan sat him on one of the cushions on the platform for the family and the marrying couple.

Shen Qingqiu had stiffened, his nerves racing as he watched hands slowly grab and pull the floor-length veil up and wind it over his intricate guan piece, pinning it back.

The Tuanshen fan was held over his face, his eyes squeezed close as he blocked his face from both Yue Qingyuan and the attendants.

” Xiao Yuan,” the man had whispered, low and quivering with emotion. Shen Qingqiu’s heart raced and thudded, his breath quick as his eyes fluttered open. Faced with the back of the Tuanshen fan’s design, he looked through the hazy fabric and met Yue Qingyuan’s grey gaze.

A hand settled on the clenched fist resting in his lap, a low chuckle making Shen Qingqiu’s stomach pinch with butterflies. He shyly peeked over the rim of the Tuanshen, the sight drawing nervous titters as the tension solidified the air. “ Is Qingqiu not ready to show his face to this one?” Yue Qingyuan had asked, his lips pulled into a smooth smile as he charmingly dipped his head closer.

Shen Qingqiu let out a hissing sound not dissimilar to a snake, his fan moving down enough to show off his pretty, glaring eyes. “ Asking Qingyuan to wait for this Autumn with his everlasting patience.* Just a few more seconds,” Shen Qingqiu spoke smoothly, inwardly surprised by his cool mask remaining affixed despite the eyes he felt upon him.

Sighs came from the more romantic viewers, the audience making Shen Qingqiu swallow and waver slightly. Yet, the sight of Yue Qingyuan’s momentarily dazed expression and the restless edge of his kneeled form helped Shen Qingqiu finally show his face.

He was glad the Madam had chosen a thick foundation that still felt and looked dewy, as the heat pulled and burned over his face. His cheeks were lightly blushed rouge, while he was given a sharp red eyeshadow and a black kohl liner fitted under perfect, thin eyebrows. Qi Qingqi had laughed at his awkwardness as he had applied the lipstick, the red paper nearly swallowed with his nerves.

Yet now, with his carefully painted flower huadian, his already beautiful visage nearly blinded those observing and waiting for their main bows and the feast to follow. Shen Qingqiu was radiant and dangerously gorgeous in red, his hair long and draping over his swan-like neck, a section held up with the glimmering comb Yue Qingyuan had given him.

Yet, Shen Qingqiu’s gaze was focused on Yue Qingyuan, who was staring at him as though he had punched the sect leader in the gut and run off with his coin purse. His handsome face quickly pinkened, and his mouth remained ajar until his head disciple leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

It felt like eternity passed as they brewed the tea. And then the Madam, Ning YingYing, and the ascended tablet bearing Shen Qingqiu’s Shizun’s name received the first cups from Yue Qingyuan. When the Madam and the young girl had sipped the tea, Shen Qingqiu had served Yue Qingyuan’s head disciple and a similar tablet bearing the previous Sect Leader’s name.

Time moved slowly as they bowed before the families. They bowed before the heavens, and then, when they turned to face each other, a commotion in the crowd stirred the room. Shen Qingqiu’s guan piece jingled, and his veil shifted as he looked over, Yue Qingyuan’s grip tight as he grimly looked out at the audience.

” STOP THIS–” a feminine voice began and then was subdued by the sound of Cheng Luan being unsheathed and Liu Minyan tackling the shrouded woman attempting to approach the platform. She was dressed in a pure black cloak, the fabric pulling and tightening around her form as she squirmed.

Out of the corner of Shen Qingqiu’s eye, he caught the sight of the Old Palace Master’s expression smoothing as the woman fought against the hold around her. But the two Liu members were firm as they stood before her, their gazes cool, and the crowd grew restless.

” Unhand me! This one has unfinished grievances to address with that Shen!” She had shouted, her form wiggling as she was escorted out of the room. The cloak fell around her, exposing her unassuming robes and the Huan Hua Palace-themed belt piece around her hip. She was a part of their entourage, and the golden-clad cultivators grew restless at her insolence.

” What is this?” Yue Qingyuan asked, his voice a solid smack as he stood and addressed the Old Palace Master. The old man gave him a smarmy smile, his bow shallow and inadequate for the faux pas one from his entourage had committed.

” Apologises, Sect Leader Yue, it appears our guest, Lady Qiu, has caused a scene,” he spoke lowly, yet pointedly, his gaze sharp as he looked upward at two cultivators. “ Perhaps the noble Yue would be willing to hear her grievances, before sealing the deal with Master Shen,” he leered at the scholar.

The Tuanshen fan hid his face as he looked at the palace master and the woman, his eyes widening as he realized what was happening. The plot diversions!

” Grievances?” Yue Qingyuan demanded, his diplomatic mask stretched thin as he looked down at the uncovered face of Qiu Haitang, who met his gaze and bowed, her eyes narrowing into daggers as she looked over at Shen Qingqiu.

” Leader Yue, this humble one must warn you of that person. He may sit next to you like the perfect bride, but he is nothing but a fake, a fraud!” She cried out, her voice gaining a venomous tone while murmurs broke out among the crowd. “ This one would know firsthand, since that Shen was once promised as my fiancée,” she told them, her arms spreading wide once she was allowed some movement.

Shen Qingqiu remained cool, idly fanning himself as he looked down at her. “ What an interesting story,” he spoke, his voice cutting through the outrage and the rising gossip. “ This one would recall if he had such a relation with Lady Qiu,” he settled on saying. Ha! There wasn’t anything too serious or damning she could use against him, unlike the trial orchestrated by Luo Binghe.His breath caught slightly as he cast his gaze around the room. Yet, he didn’t see hide nor hair of the protagonist. He calmed even more, as Yue Qingyuan’s sleeve cut out in front of him, the red fabric hiding him from sight.

” What evidence does Lady Qiu have for her claims?” Yue Qingyuan challenged, his tone steel-like as he stepped toward the edge of the platform and looked down at her. She shook and grew red at the blaise reaction, Liu Mingyan’s hand firm on her forearm.

Qiu Haitang gritted her teeth, “ This one doesn’t have any physical evidence of such claims, given how that beastly man had burned this one’s family home and murdered her family in cold blood. After we had so kindly freed A-Jiu from the shackles of slavery and he vowed to marry this one,” she paused for breath, panting as she glared at the sect leader with pure hatred in place of Shen Qingqiu.

The energy grew intrigued in the room, their eyes searching for a glance of Shen Qingqiu. “ How convenient,” Shen Qingqiu spoke, standing up and walking over to Yue Qingyuan’s side, the Tuanshen fan moving in a graceful, slow pace. He allowed them to see him, despite how much his heart raced and how this could go wrong.

The Old Palace Master cleared his throat, his hand raised from where he was standing, “ This one can support Lady Qiu’s claims, as she spoke such words under the effects of a truth-compelling artifact,” Shen Qingqiu’s neck grew clammy as he looked at the glimmering necklace held in the man’s grasp.

Shen Qingqiu kept his mask in place, mentally hitting the system with a bat for the plot divergence. It was too soon for any of this!

The crowd shuffling in discomfort, the main majority of the room filled with outraged Qiong Cang disciples and peak lords who began to loudly protest the impromptu investigation.

” What is this? Some sort of opera performance?” Qi Qingqi scoffed, her sneer visible as she fanned herself, casting Qiu Haitang and the Old Palace Master an unamused stare.

Shang Qinghua was quietly losing his mind, his gaze flicking from Shen Qingqiu to the Old Palace Master at lightning speed. Unable to snap his fan closed in a dramatic gesture, Shen Qingqiu fulfilled his role by grasping Yue Qingyuan’s arm. He looked down his nose at Qiu Haitang and dully said, “ If it hastens this play, this one wouldn’t mind sating the Huan Hua Palace’s desire by answering some questions,”.

Yue Qingyuan stiffened under his hand, his head darting to look down at him with raised brows. “ Yuan needn’t entertain such wild fantasies,” he argued, his voice unshaking and ringing as though he were telling the truth while he clutched Shen Qingqiu’s hand.p>

The scholar hid his smile behind his fan, the gauzy image sweet and coy all at once as he looked upward at the man. “ Let us put these falsities to rest, hmm?” Shen Qingqiu boldly replied, his mask and poser image fully secured.

It’s not like he was actually there– if he worded things correctly, he would be able to get out of this scot-free.

The Old Palace Master and the Artifacts Peak Lord stepped closer, the wiry woman examined the necklace, and gave it the verification necessary for such a claim. Shen Qingqiu tilted his head, allowing the older man to secure it around his neck.

Faced with a mystery and an investigation, many leaned closer as they went through the questions. “ What is your name and title?” The Old Palace Master began, his eyes bright while his face was neutral, as though he was absorbing and enjoying every minute of this performance.

The artifact caused a stirring sensation to occur in his chest, a whirl of energy following every link of the chain and the large gem that rested on his sternum. “ This one’s name is Shen Yuan, courtesy name Shen Qingqiu or the Xiu Ya sword of Qing Jing Peak,” he replied, ignoring Qiu Haitang’s outburst at the name change.

The necklace didn’t react to the name change, the cloudy face dim and colorless as everyone waited to see if it was true. The Old Palace Master’s eye twitched, his head beckoning for Qiu Haitang to ask her specific questions after he asked other foundation questions.

When she tried to step closer, she was reminded of how contained she was. Scowling at Liu Mingyan for a moment, Qiu Haitang refocused her attention on the man and asked a torrential downpour of questions, one after the other in a sweeping manner.

” Has Shen Yuan ever been a slave for the Qiu?”

” No,” no response from the necklace.

” Has Shen Yuan massacred and burned down the Qiu estate?”

” No,” no response once more.

” Has Shen Qingqiu ever apprenticed under the demon cultivator, Wu Yanzi?” She asked, changing up the name with a hopeful smirk. The audience murmured in interest.

Shen Qingqiu’s reply tinged his throat only the slightest bit, but he was able to get it out with some mental gymnastics. “ No, this one has never even met or trained with this Wu Yanzi,” he was able to say, his full response drawing even more skepticism for Qiu Haitang.

The young woman seemed frenzied as every one of her questions fell through, the answers drawing support from the crowd. “ He’s lying! He’s doing something to get away with these blatant lies!” She raved, her gaze maddened and her breath wild.

Shen Qingqiu raised a perfect brow at her, unamused. “Perhaps this master shall tell a lie, as to prove the state of the necklace?” The man asked, his gaze swiveling between the two accusers, and when the Old Palace Master beckoned him onward, Shen Qingqiu fanned himself for a moment in thought.

The crowd was silent with tension, while Yue Qingyuan shifted and clutched at his back, gazing downward at him with concern. “ Xiao Yuan needn’t injure himself to prove such baseless accusations,” he pleaded, his voice low and shaking with emotion. They didn’t have any information on Yue Qingyuan, and he was clearly once more waiting to see how he could help.

Shen Qingqiu flashed him a gentle smile, the Tuanshen fan kissing his cheek as he hummed. “ Such claims should be taken seriously, Qingyuan,” The crowd shifted as he turned back to face them, his expression smoothing into something cold and untouchable.

” This one abhors Yue Qingyuan and his martial sect, despises them to the point of–” his voice choked off with a pained grunt, the necklace lifting into the air and glowing a deep red. It felt like he had been jabbed with a needle, straight into his heart where the necklace had rested.

He lightly swayed under the deep pain, a hand moving to rub at his chest while Mu Qingfang darted up to the platform. Yue Qingyuan remained at his elbow, supporting his weight while the outrage grew to a verbal slew of words toward Qiu Haitang and the Old Palace Master by association.

Once Mu Qingfang had ascertained that the necklace wasn’t going to continue harming Shen Qingqiu, Liu Qingge spoke up from where he had Cheng Luan raised at Qiu Haitang’s throat. “ Take that damned thing off already, this is pointless and outrageous that Qingqiu has entertained such accusations,” the man ordered with a bark, his fist white.

The scholar lazily fanned himself, unbothered as she gaped like a fish, her gaze wild and her face pale as she muttered to herself in distress. “ It seems as though Lady Qiu has the wrong Shen,” he stated, the words ringing true as the face of the necklace continued to remain dull and unmoved. Her head whipped back and forth as she was brought out of the hall, the Old Palace Master retrieved the necklace with a slightly bewildered air behind his pleasant smile.

” Apologies, it appears as though this one believed a large misunderstanding in supporting Lady Qiu’s statements,” he apologized, his bow appropriate and deep. Yue Qingyuan was like a pillar of ice next to his arm, his hand a solid weight around his hip.

When Shen Qingqiu saw the muscle in Yue Qingyuan’s jaw clench and flex, he laid a hand on his arm and took over the interaction with grace. “ No true harm came from this, Old Palace Master. Come, let us finish the ceremony and enjoy the feast prepared,” he spoke, mild and vaguely pleasant enough that the crowd settled.

The aged man bowed once more and then sat down. Liu Mingyan and Liu Qingge returned in a handful of minutes, their faces relaxing as they caught sight of Yue Qingyuan addressing the room and then the two of them sitting down once more.

Once settled, it was quick work to finish the last bow and then serve each other their own cups of tea. The room had erupted into cheers, fervent and charged from the dramatics and the symbolism of such scenes. The unspoken and proven truth of Shen Qingqiu’s loyalties, made clear as he smiled at Yue Qingyuan.

Shen Qingqiu hummed, smothering his face in one of the pillows, his muscles relaxed and heavy from the excess of wine he had partaken in. And he deserved it! Getting through that plot point had been a miracle and a half, given how he had swerved by it on the seat of pants.

His head jerked up as muffled footsteps came from the door of the chambers, a hand pulling the sliding door open. The transmigrator lazily rolled his head back to look at the door, his body still sprawled as he caught Yue Qingyuan standing in the door frame.

Clumsily moving, Shen Qingqiu pushed himself up and beamed at the man, “ Ah, there’s Qi-Ge,” he covered his mouth with a manicured hand as he hiccuped. The door slammed closed, and then the sect leader was in his space, hot and firm like a blanket as he enveloped Shen Qingqiu with his arms.

” Xiao Yuan,” the man breathed, his breath ghosting over that pale hand as he clutched at the other cultivator. “ I don’t know how you managed it, but I am so glad,” his voice wavered as he pressed closer, slowly dragging Shen Qingqiu down toward the bed.

Shen Qingqiu giggled, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck and throwing his head back with his laughter. “ Why, Shen Yuan didn’t commit those crimes; he has no memory of it!” He snickered, his eyes narrowed with mischief and glee as he smiled at the man, “ Shen Jiu did that, and his troubles have been laid to rest. A new leaf and all, Qi-ge,” he murmured.

Yue Qingyuan blinked, a range of emotions crossing his face before he let out a deep gust of breath and finally allowed himself to grin down at the man, his childhood love. “ Xiao Yuan is so smart. This Qi-ge was foolish to doubt him for even a second,” his voice was a purr as he pressed himself closer, his body a firm line.

Shen Qingqiu squirmed, his face beet red as the handsome man crowded into his space. When lips gently pressed to his plump mouth, the transmigrator squirmed even more, moaning as his face was cradled and held close.

A familiar mouth parted and allowed a tongue to rub and prod at his lips, relentless until he parted them with a groan. Shen Qingqiu had traded kisses during his courtships with the two men, but nothing as heated and mind-boggling good as this. They were always chaste, gentle, and controlled compared to this messy devouring.

This wasn’t the gentleman he had grown used to, the gentle lips gradually chipping away at his thin face and the mental barrier he clung to. The sense of manhood that revolves around heteronormative standards.

” Mmm-” Shen Qingqiu hummed as a hand glided over his side, his legs parting as Yue Qingyuan brought himself to rest in between the Qing Jing peak lord’s legs. When they broke apart, a thin line of saliva fell upon Shen Qingqiu’s chin.

” Ah, Xiao Yuan drank more than I thought he did,” Yue Qingyuan lightly panted, the sheer taste of alcohol in his mouth akin to taking a swig of drink. A teasing lilt entered his voice as he devoured the sight laid before him, red-smeared lips that panted and ink-like hair spilling over his bed.

The open desire lining Shen Qingqiu’s face, “ Was Yuan nervous?” He asked, his voice husky and deep as he soothingly rubbed the man’s side, watching the quiver of his chest. “ We don’t have to do anything Yuan doesn’t want to do. Ever,” the man added when Shen Qingqiu shyly nodded, his voice firm and the laughter fleeing from his face.

Pale hands clenched and unclenched at this, their digits rumbling Yue Qingyuan’s outer robe as he tried to calm his racing heart. “ But Qi-ge has waited so long…” he trailed off, guilty and nervous as he looked to the side, his voice small and his body tense.

” Stop that,” Yue Qingyuan gently ordered, his voice a coo as he brought Shen Qingqiu to look at him, his expression understanding and even more handsome in the dim, flickering light of the candles lighting the room. “ The night isn’t just about your Qi-ge. It is about both of us and our love. Things needn’t be forced between us,” he murmured, intertwining their hands together and squeezing them.

” Let’s get you washed and into something more comfortable,” the man chuckled as he slowly pulled Shen Qingqiu up, his hands supporting and his face gentle. They went to leave his bedroom, walking the halls of the leisure home with the slowness that came from a bumbling drunk.

Shen Qingqiu sighed, his head leaning on Yue Qingyuan’s chest as they bathed together in the gigantic tub. It was porcelain and wide in its shape, that awkward border between traditional and modern that sometimes popped up within this stupid world.

” Is Qi-ge sure? I’d hate for him to feel slighted,” he nervously asked, not for the first time, as the man carefully shifted the make-up-covered rag away from Shen Qingqiu’s clutching form.

The laugh rumbled and rolled through Shen Qingqiu while a hand rubbed at his cheek. “ What’s another day or week, even, hmm?” He asked, fond and gentle as he planted a kiss on Shen Qingqiu’s huadian, and when he pulled back, the transmigrator could only squeak and choke on his spit when he was faced with a devious look.

” And I would rather have Xiao Yuan remember and thoroughly enjoy our first coupling. The pleasures his Qi-ge wishes to give him,” he spoke, his lips pressing to the transmigrator’s ear as he nosed his way toward Shen Qingqiu’s neck.

The water rolled over the edge of the tub as Shen Qingqiu squawked and drunkenly attempted to jab his way out of the man’s grip. Laughter echoed around the room, soon replaced by soothing murmurs, and then they finished their first bath together.

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“ How was he?” Shang Qinghua asked, his chin propped up on his hands as he waggled his brows at Shen Qingqiu. “ Was he just as good in bed as I wrote him to be?” The addition of the leer and glance over his body drove the transmigrator to beat the pervert with his fan.

” Don’t ever say something like that again,” he growled as he stood above the man, his fan creaking in his grip as he bared down on the An Ding peak lord. Shang Qinghua groaned and nodded, properly kowtowing as he reaped what he sowed.

It had been a week after Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan married, the snow crisp and the approaching New Year's festivities bringing an excited air, on top of the union.

” I’m leaving if you’re going to act like a child,” Shen Qingqiu threatened, sniffing and kicking at the other transmigrator when he scrabbled closer to cling to his robes. “ Unhand me, you hack,” he growled, his winter robes pooling and furred as he whipped down to look at the man.

” No, bro! Please,” Shang Qinghua begged, pitiful and pathetic enough to make Shen Qingqiu stop and look at him consideringly. “ We really need to go over the game plan, because– wow!” Shang Qinghua sat up, crawling toward his low desk and flopping on a cushion.

” I had no idea Qiu Haitang was going to pull that stunt,” he began to ramble, nervously fiddling with his hands as he stared up at the ceiling of his office. Shen Qingqiu sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he moved to sit beside the other man.

” I’m just glad I established my changed name,” Shen Qingqiu said, pouring himself some of the tea and grabbing a handful of lotus seeds. “ But I’m not surprised she’d sneak in and do that, considering how spiteful and desperate she is for revenge,” he tacked on, crunching and swallowing his handful as he muttered to himself.

The rat popped up, giddy and sparkly-eyed as he rested his cheek on his arms and gazed at his fellow transmigrator with respect. “ I was so moved by your performance and quick-thinking– and Big Bro Yue’s reactions, ahhhh,” he sighed, the adoration and sappiness making Shen Qingqiu lightly flush and fan himself.

” I think the System will be pleased, once it’s back online,” Shang Qinghua nodded, humming with approval of his own statement. Shen Qingqiu tsked, raising a brow in disbelief.

” That heartless thing? As if,” he rolled his eyes, drowning his sorrows with tea as he grumbled. He then perked up as he recalled another point he had been asked to bring up with the peak lord.

” Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan wanted to see about doing a less pronounced wedding, a treaty reading with the main Liu family, as well as only the sect,” he told the man, “ I think we could cite the outburst as an adequate reason for no outsiders,” he tacked on, his lips pulling into a mean smile as Shang Qinghua began complaining about work.

” Big Bro doesn’t even want to wait, huh? I didn’t think he would be so greedy, marrying two peak lords so soon,” He drawled, slyly looking for information as he pulled out a piece of paper to note the request done. Shen Qingqiu blushed and glared, the information clear on what Shen Qingqiu wasn’t saying and the flustered hue of his face.

” Drop it,” Shen Qingqiu gritted, “ If you don’t, I’m going to tell Qi Qingqi the truth behind her missing hand mirror,” he threatened, making the author squeak and bury his nose in his work.

After some more bitching, threats, and complaining, the marriage details were ironed out and Shang Qinghua shuffled the paper into a neat pile for Shen Qingqiu to deliver. “ They just need to meet with a matchmaker for the auspicious date, and then everything should be set,” he told him, flashing a small smile as the transmigrator relaxed and rifled through the plans.

He absently nodded, standing up and thanking the man for the tea and food. Before he left, Shang Qinghua just had to slide in another nonsensical comment of Shen Qingqiu’s men, the red mark of the fan guard bright and clear on his forehead. It lingered the entire day, no matter how much Qi he cycled.

Shen Qingqiu was huffy as he stormed away from An Ding, deciding to walk the bridges given how flustered Shang Qinghua had made him.

If he had to give the author any sort of credit, he…did write exceptional characters who were exceptionally good in bed. The transmigrator looked around, paranoid and nervous that the cultivators walking by him had suddenly gained the power of telepathy.

But it had been surprising– how much Shen Qingqiu had enjoyed such encounters with Yue Qingyuan. He had expected it to hurt, dreading each touch and worried that he wouldn’t be able to get it up with a man. The thought of Yue Qingyuan laughing and calling off the wedding had raced through his head as he snuck jar after jar during the ceremony.

However, the man had proved himself to remain unchanged by the marriage and the tender intimacies. When he had Shen Qingqiu bare and writhing on his bed, he had remained gentle. Easing the worries and fear that had made the transmigrator tense and shake with nerves.

A blush pooled in Shen Qingqiu’s cheeks, something he quickly willed away. As for the tome on Dual-cultivation? He had glanced over it, confident in what he knew of the world. He didn’t need to study the various techniques, and he couldn’t with his thin face!

He was…um, he was a hands-on learner! And he had partners who were very interested in helping him! As long as there was consent and his partners continued to effortlessly guide him, everything was fine. It’s not like cis-men could get pregnant in this world, Shen Qingqiu guffawed at the mere idea.

Shang Qinghua was shameless, but he never wrote of any pregnant male characters– and there weren’t even any male or AMAB concubines within Bing-ge’s harem. All but the rotten sisters in the forums would have gone scorched earth on PIDW if that was written.

He nodded, resolute in his thoughts as he crossed the gate leading into Qing Jing. When he was met with an overjoyed Ning YingYing and a respectful Ming Fan, he allowed himself to be distracted by the various lessons for the day. If the young disciples drew closer, enthralled by the glow on his face in addition to his gentle voice, it was to be expected.

Shen Qingqiu was married to one of the strongest male characters, barring the protagonist– he had it good for the moment. And he was going to enjoy everything that came with it.

He lightly blushed as Yue Qingyuan dropped by. Young children swarmed around his seated form as he played the guqin, the rolled scrolls of the plans easily handed off. Such joy was to be lived, and he could ignore the pleased sighs and calm murmurs of “Jiujiu” amongst the disciples.

Everything was fine and dandy in this second life Shen Qingqiu had made for himself.

Chapter Text

In late winter and early spring of the second year that Luo Binghe was pushed into the abyss, Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge tied the knot. It had been an almost militant union, compared to Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan’s elaborate wedding.

Shen Qingqiu had been pleased to meet the widowed Liu Matriarch, her face elegant and just as charming as her children. Liu Mingyan had been a wonderful presence at his elbow while they waited to be served tea, Shen Qingqiu representing Yue Qingyuan’s family alongside his head disciple and the Liu matriarch prim and proper beside Mingyan.

The young woman perfectly slid into her role as Shen Qingqiu’s sister-in-law, the perfect meimei she was. His hut was a flurry of activity as he received Madam Liu as Yue Qingyuan’s first wife. She was a strong woman, immortal and stern to the point where Shen Qingqiu felt as though he had a pole permanently affixed to his back.

She reminded him of his own grandmother and grandfather, the discerning eye clear as she watched him interact with his disciples, Liu Mingyan, and Liu Minghui. Yet her icy exterior quickly melted in the month they called for to view the union's dynamics.

It was while they sat on the back porch, observing Liu Qingge as he gave Liu Mingyan a few pointers in the bamboo courtyard, that Madam Liu turned to him with an approving smile.

” If this Madam may speak her mind,” she politely started in that low timber, her thick, muscle-ladden form soft in the afternoon sun. She was aged, similarly to the Old Palace Master, but her features held a true warmth to them, rather than his slimy fakeness. Shen Qingqiu felt himself straighten from his spot next to her, his fond smile sharpening into something befitting her judgment.

Ah! He had never been so nervous about someone’s opinion! He bodily turned to her and dipped his head into a smooth nod. She hummed, her crisp light eyes looking over his face with something sly in them.

” This one is glad that her Minghui has chosen to marry into such a union, though it is clear that he didn’t do so because of his love for his husband,” she stated, easily bringing their plan to light. Shen Qingqiu knew the men had written the union to be something political, but he hadn’t known the true reason would be that clear to the woman.

His fan flicked open, hiding his lightly pink cheeks as he considered what to say. Weighing his options– he didn’t want to offend the woman, given Liu Qingge’s prospects that he was giving up marrying as a wife. From what he knew, the woman hadn’t expressed any disagreements with the union.

But this was the perfect setup for Shen Qingqiu to become the abused and rejected wife plotline that sometimes occurred in Airplane’s writing. If the Liu Matriarch decided to take her grievance out on him, what sort of twist could that bring in the story?!

Shen Qingqiu flinched, lightly but surprised enough as Madam Liu gently tapped his arm with her own folding fan. “ Shen-Sao Zhi needn’t get caught in his head about this old lady,” she chuckled, her hand moving to grasp the shallow bowl of wine she had poured for herself. “ This one would have to be blind not to see who her son was truly devoted to,” she huffed, her lips pulling into an amused smile as Liu Qingge misstepped.

He made a loud, offended sound as he turned toward her, his ears flushed as he narrowed his eyes at his mother. “ Muqin,” he huffed out, warning and flustered as he easily side-stepped Liu Mingyan’s continued advances.

Madam Liu laughed behind her sleeve, delight sparkling in her eyes. “ A-Hui is still so shy of his Lord Mother’s observations after all these years,” she crowed, teasing and probing all the same. “ This Muqin was merely wishing her Sao Zhi many blessings for dealing with her unruly child,” she sniffed, giving Shen Qingqiu a fond wink as Liu Qingge sputtered and his expression grew constipated.

Liu Mingyan’s laugh was like the tinkling of a bell as she continued to try to take her older brother off guard. When Yue Qingyuan joined them for dinner, he was surprised to see Madam Liu and Shen Qingqiu drunkenly sharing embarrassing stories about a physically restrained Liu Qingge bound in Immortal-Binding rope.

Liu Mingyan happily giggled and refilled their cups with the hand of a pleased younger sibling watching their elders reap atonement, her face uncovered and bright with joy.

With the promise to write, Madam Liu and her entourage had left her new family members with a warm countenance. Their swords glinted as they flew back toward their estate in the direction of Huan Hua Palace.

After that, the months passed with the flurry that comes with three newlyweds. They had tiffs over who was going to stay where and how their nights were decided. Of course, Liu Qingge wanted Shen Qingqiu to stay the nights he was on the mountain at Bai Zhan. Yue Qingyuan showed them a new face as he pouted and sighed, puppy-eyed, begging for Shen Qingqiu to spend the rest of the time with him.

Shen Qingqiu had grown annoyed with the tug of war, finally snapping that they should just visit him at the hut in a set routine for the week. They would split the days into a 3-4 rotation of who got the extra day.

At that point, he had been in both of their beds and gotten the impression that the two of them lived rather… spartan and had less of an attachment to their sleeping quarters. “ Plus, it’s not like I want to walk on the rainbow bridge every time Without-a-Cure acts up,” he had testily sniffed, fanning himself as they spoke of it over dinner.

With that decided, many things had settled down in tandem. Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge grew increasingly closer, once they grew even more comfortable with what being married entailed. How their relationships bloomed and flourished with communication and openness.

” I never thought I would marry anyone besides Xiao Yuan,” the sect leader told him as they cuddled together post-coital. Shen Qingqiu looked up from where he had been lying, his head over the man’s heart and his hand lazily brushing over his finely haired chest. He propped his chin on Yue Qingyuan’s pectoral muscle as he hummed at him in question.

” Remember how we would talk about it? Our wedding day?” He smoothly asked, gentle and sweet as his large hand burrowed itself in Shen Qingqiu’s hair. Shen Qingqiu lightly blushed, shame burning through him as his gaze dropped from Yue Qingyuan’s earnest gaze.

Before he could pull away in upset, Yue Qingyuan hushed him. “ Let me speak of it, then. Let Qi-Ge help Xiao Yuan remember,” He gently pulled Shen Qingqiu back into his hold, smoothing his hand over Shen Qingqiu’s warm cheek, trying to breach that shuttered expression and bring back that peaceful look.

He quietly recounted their outlandish courtship ideas, often brought by Shen Qingqiu’s cute infatuation with his Qi-Ge. They had met, Yue Qingyuan reminded him, when Shen Qingqiu was a few months from turning seven and Yue Qingyuan was nine, “ Always just slightly three years apart,” the man chuckled, fond of the memory of how his Shen Jiu would hiss at him about not being a baby as they rode in the slaver's carriage.

Shen Qingqiu blushed, softly scowling as the man warmly tipped his chin upward to look at him. “ It sounds like Elder Yue’s tongue grows loose with his age,” Shen Qingqiu sniped, flustered as the man recounted how Shen Qingqiu would throw tantrums and pick fights over Yue Qingyuan.

It wasn’t even him, but that shit was embarrassing to hear a lover fondly recall with a lovestricken sigh. The bitchy comment earned him a bubbly laugh and a bright smile, Shen Qingqiu yelping as the muscled man flipped them over and drowned him in kisses.

Liu Qingge was a similar case, as he tersely stated that he never envisioned he would marry at all.

” Muqin would make me run laps when I offended any of my potential courting partners. I was always too blunt and a bit thin-faced as a child,” he told Shen Qingqiu as they relaxed on a cliff of Bai Zhan behind his leisure home. He was sleepy from the setting sun, clad only in his sleeping pants, his chest bare, and his head lazily tilted back to allow Shen Qingqiu to braid his freshly washed hair.

They had just finished up a late-day training session, running through some stretches and sword play. Shen Qingqiu chuckled, comfortable in the Bai Zhan colored outer robe he had filched as he dragged the cat-themed comb through the man’s hair. It had reminded him of his hissy Shidi, when the transmigrator had needed to pick the final courting gift.

” I can see that. Minghui’s face is just as thin as mine,” Shen Qingqiu hummed, raising his brow when the warrior made a disagreeing sound. “ Eh? Please inform this master how he is wrong about such an observation,” the scholar haughtily ordered, his tone playful and lacking heat.

Liu Qingge huffed, his shoulders shaking as he side-eyed the man behind him, earning himself a tutting reprimand. “ Where do I even begin?” He teased, earning himself a sputtering Shen Qingqiu who pinched his cheek, his other hand gently holding his place in the French braid he was weaving.

” Oh come on!” Shen Qingqiu exclaimed, “ You would run off all the time before this one realized you were trying to court him,” he challenged, thinking back to pre-abyss times when Liu Qingge would run off at the slightest smile or compliment. During the time, he had merely pinned such displays as him having offended the warrior in some way.

” This one was beginning to think that Qingge was allergic to bamboo, given how red his face would get sometimes,” he teased back, chuckling while Liu Qingge rolled his eyes.

” How would that even work? It’s not like I was eating the bamboo,” He grumpily asked, handing over the ribbon he had laid over his lap once Shen Qingqiu finished the braid.

” Hives? Seasonal allergies? I don’t know,” Shen Qingqiu huffed, gently tugging on the braid as Liu Qingge continued to pester him about it. The mental image of the warrior taking a bite out of the bamboo stalks mid-walk similar to a giraffe amusing to him. He yelped as the warrior grabbed him, expertly pushing him down onto his back.

” What's so funny, huh?” Liu Qingge drawled, his face smug as he grinned down at the scholar. The red sun washed his face in a warm glow. Ah, how these men were growing bold with him!

” Wouldn’t you like to know!” Shen Qingqiu snarked, flushed and hissy as the warrior bullied him. When he swatted at him with jelly arms and weakly kicked with his sore legs, Liu Qingge merely threw his head back and laughed at him.

” Unhand me– before I encourage Yan-er to never listen to her Hui-ge again. Think of the trouble she would get into, having me in her ear!” The man paused, considering from where he had raised his hand to threateningly hover over Shen Qingqiu’s sides, his legs straddling his partner. His other hand easily held Shen Qingqiu down, much to the transmigrator’s delight and embarrassment.

It wasn’t his fault the scum villain had focused on spiritual cultivation, rather than the martial path Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge learned.

”... Yan-er wouldn’t do that. She’s a good girl,” he narrowed his eyes as he looked over Shen Qingqiu’s expression, contemplating if the man was merely bluffing to get out of their play-fighting.

Shen Qingqiu squirmed, futilely as he tried to throw Liu Qingge off of him. “ Yan-er and her Shen-Dabo are closer than Minghui thinks. If this master were to tell her to take over Bai Zhan, she and her sisters would come riding at dawn,” he argued, earning himself a suspicious look.

The warrior lingering atop the transmigrator, his expression thoughtful as he tried to think of their relationship over the past few months. Considering summer had creepy upon them and was getting ready to leave, Shen Qingqiu could only smirk as the man realized how often Liu Mingyan and the scholar met for tea and reading-related excursions.

” You bastard,” Liu Qingge scowled without much heat, jealousy and happiness warring inside as he realized how firmly Shen Qingqiu had settled himself into the Liu family. Liu Mingyan would probably betray him if asked, especially since the girl had informed him of her wish to court Shen Qingqiu’s favored female disciple.

Although he supposed he should have come to that conclusion earlier, once Shen Qingqiu started to gloat about how his mother was sharing Liu family recipes and other familial secrets.

Said bastard merely smirked, his chin jutting out in pure smugness. Liu Qingge growled before he heatedly kissed that look off of the scholar’s face.

So– overall, Shen Qingqiu could say his goal of becoming the favored wife was going pretty well. Even though he felt smarmy and wicked sometimes, he could hedge his bet that he had the two men wrapped around his finger.

As for the others, he was still hesitant to interact with the daycare program Mu Qingfang had told him of. So, once he felt like his marital relations were secure, he sent a polite letter to the healer, shyly inquiring about having tea with the man and his family.

The enthusiastic response was surprising, but Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but grow warm at the prospect. Mu Qingfang really was a good guy, he thought as he placed the letter down, refocusing on his student’s papers. The poetry of the younger disciples was truly imaginative; he couldn’t help but chuckle at some of their poorly constructed rhyming schemes.

He stifled a yawn, idly rubbing his back before setting down his brush and stretched. His gaze turned to gauge the sun. He had told Mu Qingfang that he would meet him in the afternoon, so he placed the stasis talisman on his ink and began to set off for his walk to Qian Cao.

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help the soft smile that tried to overtake his face as he passed by baby disciples unable to fly between peaks yet. They went through the same cycle of jumping at the sight of a peak lord and bowing with flustered faces. It was truly one of the better things about not being able to rely on his spiritual veins.

Without-a-Cure had begun to act strangely, since he had begun to partake in… certain marital activities with his husbands. While his Qi reserves were, erm, immaculately filled by such activities, it was slowly draining him of energy throughout the day.

And it randomly cramped in places other than his arm on cold, rainy days. It made his lower back dully throb, even on days when he wasn’t grading paperwork or fulfilling administrative duties. He lit a candle for his Meimei, as he assumed this sort of annoying pain was what she dealt with during her time of the month.

It also made him a bit sleepier, especially around midday during his first tea break. He’d felt like a cat, napping in the sun when Ming Fan had stumbled upon him the first few times. Which had led to Liu Qingge affectionately pestering him with another meridian cleansing.

But he looked forward to meeting Mu Qingfang’s family. He wondered what the man’s wife looked like as he crossed under the Qian Cao gates. She would probably be cute and beautiful, a perfect juxtaposition to Mu Qingfang’s sleek, handsome features. His hands wrung together in his sleeves as he nodded a bit more frequently to the more familiar Qian Cao disciples.

When he came to Mu Qingfang’s office, he was surprised to be redirected by one of the man’s head disciples. The young man distantly gave him directions toward the peak lord’s leisure house, immersed as he was in the paperwork and forms.

Shen Qingqiu hummed, walking out through the other side of the main healing pavilion with a confused expression. Mu-Shidi told him to meet at his office in his reply earlier that morning.

His focus was broken as he felt an explosion of Qi, the spiritual energy sudden, heavy, and powerful in the peaceful environment. Green eyes looked over in the direction of where the head disciple had described, his brows furrowing in worry.

Noting how unconcerned the nearby disciples were, Shen Qingqiu hiked his more leisurely silk robes up and briskly jogged over to the area. They might be used to whatever that was, but such energy could only come from a fellow peak lord. And if Shen Qingqiu could have a front row seat to an inter-sect squabble, he wasn’t going to miss it.

He crossed over an array, the energy shimmering and pleasant as it registered his Qi. Once he got there, Shen Qingqiu slowed down in bewilderment at the scene playing out before him. Wei Qingwei was scowling over a kneeling cannon fodder peak lord with his sword in hand. From the black and brown robes, he could guess it was the elusive Ye Qinghan, who often neglected to show up to Peak Lord meetings.

Mu Qingfang was holding his needles with a displeased and pinched expression, his eyes narrowed down at his fellow peak lord. Shen Qingqiu softly yelped, his expression quickly hid behind his fan when Wei Qingwei lifted his sword and pointed it at the scholar in warning.

” Apologies, this shixiong was concerned at the sudden explosion of Qi he felt on his way to meet with Mu-Shidi,” the man explained, his voice smooth despite how much he inwardly sweated at the sight of Wei Qingwei. The man was muscle on top of muscle.

Mu Qingfang placed a gentle hand on the Wan Jian peak lord’s arm, his face smoothing into something a bit more pleasant as he looked at Shen Qingqiu. “ No need for apologies, Shen-shixiong. We were just escorting Ye-Shidi from Qian Cao,” he explained, his features hardening as he looked down at the man.

Shen Qingqiu perked up, emboldened as Wei Qingwei seemed to deem him harmless in whatever scenario he had stumbled across. The scholar loftily fanned himself, considering as he stepped a bit closer to get a look at the lone-wolf Beast Peak lord.

Airplane had only spared a few sentences describing the man, to Shen Qingqiu’s chagrin. His interest was thoroughly piqued at the sudden appearance and the inklings of a deeper history with Mu Qingfang.

” Do Shidi’s need any help from this Shixiong?” He politely inquired, keeping his face calm and clear of any interest. The two men exchanged a look, the Beast Peak lord startling Shen Qingqiu as he loudly growled and gave him a deadly glare.

He flinched back when the man jumped to attack him from his kneeled position, a girlish squeal leaving him as he leapt a few meters away from the man. “ Ye-Shidi!” He cried out, a hand lying on his heart as his other hand instinctively settled over his core, his heart beating fast.

Wei Qingwei had grabbed the Meng Shou peak lord by the back of his collar, a handful of unbound hair snagging in his large fist.

” What is wrong with you? Going to attack Shen-Shixiong again like in the past?” Wei Qingwei asked, his Qi powerful and a little overwhelming as it filled the clearing. Ye Qinghan wordlessly growled at the man with a hostile sneer, his head tilted back with a hateful expression.

Shen Qingqiu flinched once more as he felt someone gently touch his arm, easily hiding his shaky hands once he saw it was only Mu Qingfang. “ Apologies, but perhaps Shen-Shixiong should come at another time,” he gently urged, his eyes carefully looking over Shen Qingqiu’s form as he pulled his hand back.

Shaking his head, Shen Qingqiu forcibly calmed his nerves with a few breaths. “ This one is fine, he was just startled by Ye-Shidi’s suddenness,” he waved off the man’s concern. He set his shoulders back with a helpful, determined expression. He was second to Yue Qingyuan and the sect Strategists; he was familiar with handling the inter-peak connections in the sect leader’s stead. Especially since they’ve been married.

” This seems like a deep issue between Qian Cao, Wan Jian, and Meng Shou. It is only right for Shixiong to offer his help in mitigating such matters, if necessary,” he softly offered, bowing politely to the three men.

Wei Qingwei and Mu Qingfang exchanged another awkward glance. Ye Qinghan’s face screwed up in confusion at the sight of Shen Qingqiu bowing toward them.

” What?” The man gruffly asked, bewilderment tinging his voice as he was faced with a completely different Shen Qingqiu than he had ever dealt with before. When Shen Qingqiu glanced up at them as the silence stretched, he tilted his head at the perplexed expression lining the Meng Shou lord’s face.

When the man didn’t expand on the questions he clearly held, Shen Qingqiu glanced at Mu Qingfang with some of his own confusion. The healer looked uncharacteristically uncomfortable, but he lightly cleared his throat and his professional mask stretched into place.

” Ye-Shidi has been in isolated cultivation since Shen-Shixiongi experienced a Qi-deviation. Shen-Shxiong has changed since then,” he explained, his tone smooth and his words slow. Shen Qingqiu furrowed his brows at the manner in which he spoke, as it seemed as though Mu Qingfang was speaking to someone who just barely had a grasp on Mandarin.

When he looked at Ye Qinghan, he tilted his head at the intense stare the man was giving the healer. When the scarred and frowning man looked to him, Shen Qingqiu blinked as he was subjected to that intensity. It was kind of unnerving, like having a predator bearing down on him.

Shen Qingqiu met his gaze and fanned himself, the dark Qiong Ding coded fan sharply contrasting with his robes, while his guan pieces twinkled in the breeze. The man didn’t say anything, leading Shen Qingqiu to make the first move.

>” Since it’s been so long, Ye-Shidi can consider us to be strangers now,” he decided, keeping his words crisp and slow like Mu Qingfang. Perhaps he had a hearing problem and needed to read lips? Shen Qingqiu had no clue what to expect of this guy; besides him being prone to violence, it seemed.

Ye Qinghan narrowed his eyes at him. Holding a grudge, it seemed. Shen Qingqiu didn’t mind; he probably deserved it depending on their past interactions. “ Did Ye-Shidi come here to seek medical aid? He needed only say so, rather than attack those around him,” He calmly probed, unfazed by the tense silence. He could handle a nice stare-down.

Wei Qingwei made to argue, his fists tightening on the man’s collar, but the two of them stilled as the Meng Shou peak lord slowly nodded in response. “ Where, if this Shixiong can ask?” He asked, slowly approaching while Mu Qingfang tentatively kneeled with him.

’ Something really bad must have happened between them,’ Shen Qingqiu thought as he watched Mu Qingfang actually show hesitation to treat a patient. They entered a stand-off when Wei Qingwei slowly unhanded the man, the burly peak lord crossing his arms and taking a step back at Shen Qingqiu’s silent behest. He was clearly displeased by the situation, and Shen Qingqiu prayed the man didn't pop his head off like a bobblehead if shit hit the fan.

A pin could have dropped, and it would have sounded like a bombshell within the clearing. Robes rustled as Ye Qinghan begrudgingly pulled his outer robe from himself, his eyebrows pinching as he made a soft sound of pain.

Shen Qingqiu paled as the sight of Ye Qinghan’s injuries came to light. The man had clearly been trying to heal the wounds for who knew how long, and they had clearly gotten infected.

Behind his dark robes, three open claw marks stretched from his right shoulder down to his left hip. The wound was green and slimy, while the surrounding flesh was necrotizing into a sickening, peeling black. Shen Qingqiu swallowed the mouthful of throw-up, his hand fluttering to his mouth.

He finally had to turn and wretch into a bush when a pus and blood-soaked talisman fell off, revealing the stench coming from the wounds. “ Let’s get Ye-Shidi into the healing pavilion. He is going to need a team of healers to help him with this,” Mu Qingfang gently and helpfully helped Ye Qinghan up, the man’s features pinching with pain.

” This one must leave to attend to his patient,” the healer grimly told them, his expression steeled and determined as he walked off with Ye Qinghan.

Shen Qingqiu gave a low groan, his head still in the bush as he gagged a few more times. Talk about gnarly! That smell had been the sort that had burnt itself into his nostrils– his arms tightened on his stomach as it throbbed and turned again. And now his own vomit was making him queasy too.

The scholar jolted as a large hand tapped him, his gaze bleary as he looked upward at Wei Qingwei. His eyes zeroed in on the waterskin he held out and what looked like a piece of peeled ginger. “ Wash your mouth out first,” the man held the ginger back, his gaze sympathetic as he watched Shen Qingiu grimace.

Shen Qingqiu grumbled as he took the offered drink, his legs weak as he swished the liquid and spat it out near his vomit. “ Damn,” he lightly cursed as he noticed he had thrown up on a bush of flowers, the flicks of food nausea-inducing on the beautiful blooms.

” Don’t worry about it,” Wei Qingwei turned him away from the sight with a gentle hand, leading him to the porch where a pair of chairs rested. Cute, Shen Qingqiu noted as he slowly chewed on the ginger, taking in the sight of the Qian Cao peak lord’s porch.

There were a bunch of potted plants hanging from the roof, as well as some painted vases and other neat pottery. Some of the pieces were clearly made by a small child, his lips quirking at the sight of a ceramic family of otters of various skill levels.

” Feeling better?” Wei Qingwei asked, the burly man coming out of the house with a comically small tea tray in his hands. Or rather, a normal tea tray that looked out of place within the grasp of his scarred and large fingers. Ooh, Shen Qingqiu never noticed he was missing a pinky.

He nodded, primly fanning himself as he watched Wei Qingwei easily drag a nearby table over with one hand. His eyebrow twitched at the casual show of strength.

” Much better, thanking Wei-Shidi for his care,” Shen Qingqiu dipped his head in thanks, watching with interest as the man poured their cups. A look of mirth flashed over the man’s face, his grin a little wicked as he looked up at the Qing Jing peak lord.

” Begging for forgiveness if the tea isn’t to Shen-Shixiong’s taste. This one doesn’t host often,” he chuckled, watching with outright interest as Shen Qingqiu brought the cup to his lips.

It wasn’t too bad, and it helped that it had a bright gingery taste compared to Mu Qingfang’s bitter tonics. Shen Qingqiu sighed as he nodded, his face serene as he continued fanning himself, “ This master has had worse,” he offered, earning himself a snort as Wei Qingwei swallowed his own cup.

” If it were one of Mu-Shidi’s bitter blends, this one would have had other opinions,” he added, his eyes lazily hooded as he brought a hand to rest on his settled stomach. The scent was still light in his nose, but the scent of ginger helped expel it.

Wei Qingwei chuckled once more, his gaze assessing as he rubbed his chin. “ Qingfang would submit you to the bitterest of brews,” he thought aloud, the comment gaining Shen Qingqiu’s interest and some of his ire. Was he drinking bitter brews as some sort of punishment?!

” He truly is the worst sort of worrywart. I’ve had to go through my own share of disgusting pots,” Wei Qingwei said, easily clapping Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder with a show of camaraderie that took the transmigrator by surprise. “ Shen-Shixiong is just glad he didn’t have to deal with Qingfang during the Nettlemite outbreak. Bastard wouldn’t let me eat pork for years,” the man sighed, clearly still irked by the experience.

Shen Qingqiu shuddered. Yeah, if Skin-Burrowing Nettle Mites were contaminating the sect’s pork and meat supply, he would be put off meat for a while. He pressed his lips together at the thought, lightly shaking his head and discreetly guzzling his ginger tea to stave off the lingering nausea.

” So, how far along are you?” Wei Qingwei asked once the scholar gained a bit more color in his cheeks, his expression a bit rueful as he refilled their cups. Shen Qingqiu furrowed his brows in confusion.

” Along with what?” He ineloquently asked as he sipped some more tea, sneakily grabbing a piece of dried jerky the peak lord had added to the plate. Shen Qingqiu grew intrigued as he caught the sheepish look on Wei Qingwei’s face, his cheeks lightly pink as he scratched at it. Seemingly reprimanding himself.

” Ah. This one may have read things wrong,” he hesitantly spoke, his gaze narrowing as he looked over Shen Qingqiu’s serene face. “ Ignore that. This shidi got excited since Qingfang mentioned that Shixiong wished to meet with his family,” he apologized, his expression falling into something a bit fond and warm.

Shen Qingqiu perked up, his head nodding as he gave the burly man a pleasant look. Ah, these two seemed like such great friends if Wei Qingwei was speaking so fondly about the healer.

” Allow this one to call over our children,” he warmly leaned back, a loud whistle falling from his lips.

’...Our children?’ Shen Qingqiu internally repeated, his confusion hidden as he fanned himself, apparently waiting for a small horde of children to appear. And a horde of children they were.

His eyebrows raised as multiple footsteps rang from the back of the leisure house, kicking over the rocks in the path. Wei Qingwei grinned as he leaned back, his arms crossed with pride as three young children came from the back courtyard.

The kids came crashing to a stop as they caught sight of the lofty immortal sitting with their A-Niang. The oldest seemed to be ten years old, if Shen Qingqiu guessed right, the second oldest roughly seven, and the baby of the bunch peeked from behind their two elder siblings. He was probably three or four, given how tiny he was. They were all so tiny, actually, Shen Qingqiu instantly wanted to pinch their chubby cheeks.

” Kids, this is your Shen Shibo,” Wei Qingwei introduced them, his voice and face thoroughly thawed of any furrowing and aggression from earlier. “ Come, come. Introduce yourself before your Baba comes back and fusses over your mess,” he waved them over, his eyes crinkling at their dirtied faces and hands.

The children were shy as they shuffled over; they bumped and clung to each other like a trail of ducklings. Shen Qingqiu had to physically clamp his lips together to keep himself from cooing at them.

Instead, he gave them a softer version of his ‘Patient Waiting Shizun’ face that he gave his youngest disciples when they stumbled over their public speaking. His eyes were softly hooded with fond patience, and his chin lightly tilted upward as he unrushedly fanned himself.

” Hi Sh-Shen Shibo,” the eldest whistled, one of her front teeth missing, “ I, uh– This one is Mu Hé,” she pointed to herself, and then she pointed at the middle child, a boy with furrowing brows that gave him a resting scowl.

” Didi is Mu JiànJūn, and Er-di is Mu RuòXī,” her pronunciation perfect as her younger siblings shyly clung to each other. Wei Qingwei gave her a proud nod while Shen Qingqiu closed his fan.

With the most formal of salutes, Shen Qingqiu gracefully brought his hands in front of himself and bowed toward them. “ This Shen Qingqiu, Xiu Ya sword of Qing Jing Peak, greets his young shizi,” he spoke loftily, hiding his playful smile as the kids gasped at the flow of his sleeves and his deeply formal greeting.

When he lifted his head, he couldn’t keep his serene mask in place for much longer as they gazed up at him. Their bright eyes lingered on his softly moving guan pieces and the graceful way his expensive sleeves stirred in the wind. “ They must be parched. This master recognizes hard-working landscapers when he sees them,” Shen Qingqiu sniffed, looking toward Wei Qingwei with a raised brow.

The man was giving him a very pleased expression, a belly laugh tearing through him as the children blushed and nodded. He knew they were probably digging holes and rolling in the dirt as children do, but he would happily play along.

” They are very experienced landscapers,” Wei Qingwei agreed, leaning back as he watched Mu He and Mu Jianjun kick at the dirt with some embarrassment. “ This one thinks they’ve earned themselves some drink and treats for their labor,” he continued, pushing himself up from his seat and re-entering their house.

The kids idled by the table as their A-Niang left them with the intimidating stranger– he was so pretty, they didn’t want to breathe wrong lest he decide they were unworthy of his presence.

Shen Qingqiu hid his smile at their tentative approach, his head dipping as he gestured for them to sit with a small sweep of his fan. “ Come, rest your little feet with your Shen Shibo,” he encouraged them, finally allowing them to see his small smile.

” Shibo might look scary, but he doesn’t bite,” he added, leaning back and softly fanning himself as the kids exchanged a look between themselves. Before the elder two could say anything in return, the youngest surprised them by boldly stepping closer to Shen Qingqiu.

” Ruo-di,” Mu He spoke in a hushed, scolding tone, as though Shen Qingqiu was blind and deaf to the kid placing himself right by his knee. She gave him a nervous look, as though Shen Qingqiu was going to scold her for her younger sibling’s impropriety.

Huh, she looked just like a female version of Wei Qingwei with her brows furrowed… He lightly shook his head, giving her a kind look. “ He-er needn’t be concerned,” he told her in a consoling manner, his hand moving to steady Mu Rouxi pointed at his fan.

” Shibo, can Rouxi play with fan?” He asked, his tiny voice clear as his eyes glittered at the pretty accessory.

Shen Qingqiu chuckled, “ Who’s fan?” He asked, watching how the young child’s brow furrowed, “ Any fan? Or Shibo’s fan?” He continued, patient as he watched the toddler light up in understanding after a few moments.

” Shibo’s fan,” He urged, making grabby hands at the large folding fan. It dwarfed the kid’s small form, and Mu He giggled when her brother struggled to keep it from draping over his head once Shen Qingqiu handed it over.

” Aiyah,” Wei Qingwei cackled, watching how Mu Rouxi peeked out from under the fan’s drooping sides, “ Where did A-Rou go?” He asked, his face full of amusement as he brought over a more child-friendly brew of tea and snacks.

The kids giggled together, the eldest two easing themselves at the table. “ Rouxi’s here, A-Niang!” The toddler giggled after the two adults continued the act for a few more minutes. Shen Qingqiu blinked at the address, his gaze unbiddenly sliding toward his fellow peak lord while he sipped the new blend.

Wei Qingwei didn’t catch his questioning stare, too busy spending time with his children as he was. Plus, why would he? Everyone knew that he had to take multiple maternity leaves from his peak duties; they’d have to be idiots to question the well-established relationship he and Mu Qingfang had.

Internally shrugging his shoulders, Shen Qingqiu focused back on the children. The tea was pleasant and warm on his tongue, perfectly contrasting with the candied fruit he snuck off of the tray.

And when the kids urged him to come take a look at their fort in the backyard, Shen Qingqiu would be heartless to reject their hopeful, angel-like expressions. His heart twinged with the reminder of his own nieces and nephews from his past life.

A few hours passed before he had to leave to teach his afternoon music lesson. His silk robes were thoroughly dirt-stained, and his Qi-reserves a little low from showing off a few tricks with the nearby foliage.

” Shibo, don’t go,” Mu Jianjun whined, the boy’s face thoroughly grumpy with upset as he clung to Shen Qingqiu’s shin. He had been aloof at the beginning of their meeting, but now he was a bundle of a sad little kid as he tearfully pleaded for the man to stay for dinner.

” Yeah,” Mu Rouxi sniffed, joining the pile as he clung to Shen Qingqiu’s other shin in protest. Ru He wavered on scolding them, but then she too joined their efforts in bogging Shen Qingqiu down.

Shen Qingqiu swayed as he tried to carefully move his legs to shake them off. But they stuck to him like limpets. He sighed, cursing Wei Qingwei for leaving him alone with the kids. The man had all but peaced out after watching them interact for like, thirty minutes.

He knew when he was shafted into being a babysitter. But they were good kids, at least.

A loud sigh caught his attention, the sound of someone stopping on the path making him look up. Shen Qingqiu brightened at the sight of Mu Qingfang.

Although he looked weary and thoroughly exhausted, a calm smile crossed his lips as the kids caught sight of him and clambered off of their Shibo’s shins. “ Baba!” They all chirped, and when they were clinging to Mu Qingfang’s frame, they all turned their pouts and beseeching gazes up at him.

” Baba, please make Shibo stay for dinner,” Mu Jianjun asked, his lips pulled into a pout as he tugged at Mu Qingfang’s clean robes. “ Yeah!” Mu Rouxi piped up, mirroring his older brother’s determined look with his own brow furrow.

Mu Qingfang chuckled, his gaze warm when he looked up at Shen Qingqiu. A slight edge came to his lips as he took in how tired the Qing Jing peak lord was. Which Shen Qingqiu would have normally scowled at, but handling kids was an adequate workout.

” Apologies for putting Shen-Shixiong out,” he politely spoke, shushing his children with a fond caress over each of their heads. They perked up, almost as though Mu Qingfang had pressed some sort of ‘Turn into a mini-Mu Qingfang’ button as they turned to examine Shen Qingqiu.

The scholar fanned himself, clearing his own expression into something serene and unreadable. “ Mu-Shidi is perfectly fine. That,” he drawled with some grimacing emphasis, “ Definitely required a Peak Lord’s experience. This one will only hold a grudge against Wei-Shidi for abandoning ship a mere incense’s span,” he sniffed, haughty yet just teasing enough to allow the children to know that he wasn’t being serious.

Mu Qingfang chuckled, “ This one will reprimand Qingwei for Shixiong then,” he reassured him, his statement earning a few outcries in defense of their A-Niang. “ Was Shibo evil and heartless to this one’s Baobei’s?” The healer surprised the transmigrator, the playful sentiment bringing something truly warm and shocking to tear through him.

He had to turn away when the children squealed with even more outcries. They were loud and vocal as they listed why their Baba was wrong and how fun it had been with their Shen Shibo.

Shen Qingqiu hid behind his fan. His throat was annoyingly tight as he swallowed around whatever was building within him. Probably indigestion.

” OK, OK,” Mu Qingfang urged them to calm down, hushing them out of their plans to stage a coup over Qian Cao. “ Why don’t you kids go grab dinner from one of your Ayis? Go, before this master turns you into soup,” he shooed them off, watching as they walked toward the dining hall deep into the private grounds of Qian Cao.

Shen Qingqiu flicked his fan closed, his expression once more perfect and unbothered. “ This one really must leave now,” he told the healer, also glancing at how the kids walked in a chain. “ Bidding Mu-Shidi a goodnight,” he politely bowed, his walk back paused as the healer brought a hand to his arm.

” Pardon this one’s impropriety, but is Shen-Shixiong feeling alright? Does he feel anything… different with his body, as of late?” The healer asked, his gaze searching as Shen Qingqiu furrowed his brow at him.

Now Mu Qingfang was worried over impropriety? Shen Qingqiu could almost laugh at this sudden change from the warden-like position the man had taken when it came to his health.

” Hmm,” Shen Qingqiu thought, the warmth of the Qi-vow indicating that he had some symptoms of note. He spoke of the changes in Without-a-Cure, expectant and more than a little impatient as Mu Qingfang gave him a long, considering look.

” Apologies but–” Shen Qingqiu took his arm away from the healer, irritation lancing through him. He was fine! He was growing sick of this overbearing nature everyone has been taking with his health as of late.

” No. This one apologizes as he really must get going Mu-Shidi,” he snapped, his cheeks lightly flushed as he scowled at the healer. He did his part of the vow! He reported his symptoms and now he was done with it– it wasn’t like it was anything horribly debilitating.

He could understand if he were bleeding from the orifices or fainting everywhere, but worrying over some tummy aches and light dozing off was where he drew the line.

Mu Qingfang’s lips pressed into a thin, worried line, but he backed away with his hands folded in front of him. “ Apologies. Bidding Shen-Shixiong a goodnight,” he dropped the issue, his gaze itching as it lingered on the scholar’s back.

Shen Qingqiu huffed and puffed as he stomped down the paths. When he looked at the sun, he lowly cursed under his breath. He was late now! He had never been late to a scheduled lesson since he had transmigrated.

” Qingqiu!” A sudden shout gained his attention as he cut through the main pavilion. He perked up at the sight of a lightly battered Liu Qingge, the man stepping away from the inner Qian Cao disciple. “ What’s wrong?” He asked after he jogged over to the scholar, his hands gently resting on Shen Qingqiu’s shoulders, his gaze sweeping down the scholar’s figure.

Shen Qingqiu’s scowl deepened as he batted away those hands, testy and overstimulated. “ Nothing! I just need to get back to my peak,” He briskly answered, annoyed in principle at being stopped and openly worried over again.

Liu Qingge frowned. “ Come,” he gently spoke, wordlessly leading Shen Qingqiu out of the bustling pavilion. The inner Qian Cao disciple sighed and filled out the Liu Qingge-centric form as the man walked off.

Once out into the flying zone, Liu Qingge wordlessly unsheathed Cheng Luan and held out a hand for his partner to take. Shen Qingqiu huffed as he took it, grumpily pressing his face to Liu Qingge’s back as they flew the distance to Qing Jing.

When they touched down, Shen Qingqiu gave him a pouting peck on the cheek and a low thanks. He briskly made his way to the lecture hall. And if he crossed the threshold, forgetting his dirtied robes and his messily braided hair, Shen Qingqiu didn’t know until he later entered his hut and looked in the mirror.

Chapter Text

Shen Qingqiu knew he had done a stupid thing, jumping in front of the protagonist as he had during the Demon Invasion scene. It had felt good in the moment to insert himself and protect his disciple. To protect his glowing, white lotus protagonist as he wished he could from the comment sections.

But now he was thoroughly regretting that decision.

Sweat gathered on his brow as he shuddered over a talismaned pot Ming Fan had procured from Qian Cao. He’d been retching into the thing all morning. His hips and back ached from where he was braced over the pot, his eyes drooping with tiredness.

His only blessing was that it had been a Yue Qingyuan night, and the man had been forced to leave early in the morning for his meetings with the embassies of the other sects. Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t be surprised if Liu Qingge dropped by in some muddled system-inspired means of embarrassing him.

The transmigrator cursed Without-a-Cure, his breaths shallow as he leaned further from the contained vomit. At least the smell wouldn’t travel, given the engraved carvings and warm energy thrumming through it.

It had been a month since he had met Mu Qingfang’s family, and he was seriously considering whether one of the kids had passed something onto him with his messed-up immune system. Without-a-Cure did that, right? He blearily contemplated, dozing against the soothing warmth as he caught his breath.

” Shizun,” A muffled voice called in the entrance of the hut, quieted as it was from Shen Qingqiu’s chambers. The transmigrator sleepily perked up at the sound of Ming Fan’s voice, his brow furrowing as he looked out the window. It wasn’t tea time yet, you little ass-kisser.

” Mu-Shishu is requesting to see Shizun to inquire over his health,” Ming Fan’s voice spoke, confident and polite from the few years without the protagonist getting underfoot.

Shen Qingqiu stiffened, his placid face pulling into an intense scowl. “ This one does not wish for guests right now,” he called out after clearing his throat, but his voice was admittedly weak. He had been quietly avoiding Mu Qingfang since their awkward exchange that day and the following week.

It was just– he is a fully functioning and responsible adult. He didn’t need the healer breathing down his neck over the slightest sniffle and tiredness. He already had Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge orbiting around him with their increasingly overbearing presences.

” Pardon this Shidi’s intrusion. But this healer begs Shen-Shixiong to allow this one to examine and discuss the formal diagnosis of Shixiong’s current condition before it is too late," he heard Mu Qingfang’s polite yet steely voice clearly as the man opened the door. Shen Qingqiu felt scandalized by the boldness.

” Mu-Shidi!” He couldn’t help but snap in outrage, grouchy and huffing as he placed the pot to the side and attempted to clean himself up. Considering he had tossed on a dark, thin layer of Yue Qingyuan’s inner robes and had nothing else on underneath, he was forced to weakly tug the thick blankets around himself when the healer knocked on his door.

” Come in,” He allowed, not bothering to hide the displeasure from his voice. The door slid open, the sound loud in the silence. Mu Qingfang’s serene, tall form filled the door frame, Ming Fan’s sheepish face behind him with a tray of ginger tea and a selection of snacks.

Shen Qingqiu openly glared at them, huddled under his blankets like an ill-tempered child.

” Thanking Shen-Shixiong for his patience,” the healer smoothly entered the room, easily bringing a stool over from Shen Qingqiu’s vanity and laying his qiankun bag next to his feet.

Spotting the perpetrator for this visit, the Qing Jing peak lord narrowed his eyes at Ming Fan’s guilty slump as the head disciple set the tray down. “ You. Go run laps around the peak until this master says you're finished,” the man hissed out, the return of his long-lost ire startling Ming Fan and making the young man snap into a bow.

” Of course, Shizun,” he replied, clearly unhappy with the punishment but unwilling to add even more penalties by challenging the man. Shen Qingqiu hummed, glaring at his back as he briskly turned and fled from the bamboo hut.

His gaze flicked to Mu Qingfang when the man let out a surprised laugh that quickly turned into a hasty cough. He gritted his teeth at the healer, thoroughly angered and upset with the whole thing. “ Apologies, this one was just surprised by the return of Shixiong’s temperament,” the healer tried to soothe the flames of the testy peak lord’s anger.

” Mu-Shidi grows bold with such leniency then,” Shen Qingqiu scowled, ugly, cold, and thoroughly incensed. In this moment, he felt as though the scum villain was justified in his rage. He wanted the world to burn, and he hated being transmigrated into this stupid novel. “ If Shidi must darken this one’s doorstep with his harassment, Shidi best make his visit quick before he experiences Shixiong’s true wrath,” he sniffed, looking down at the man despite how much he hunched over his upset stomach.

Faced with the epitome of darkness and hatred incarnate, Mu Qingfang furrowed his brow in poorly concealed concern, the humor wiped from his face. “ This one will be thoroughly examining Shen-Shixiong with his Qi to ascertain his condition and health. This involves a more closer inspection of his meridian system to ensure all is well. Is Shixiong comfortable with this one performing such a procedure? Another can perform such an examination and we can bring in another as a witness if desired,” The man asked, slow and calm, his face open.

Shen Qingqiu huffed and rolled his eyes in outright annoyance. Yeah right. “ Yes, yes. This one is fine with such a thing,” he urged on, barely holding himself together to get the healer to just get this over with. Mu Qingfang examined his face for a long while. Which only made Shen Qingqiu even more snappish.

” Pardon the intrusion,” he politely stated before bracing himself and quietly taking the scholar’s harshly thrust wrist, saying nothing about the too-large sleeves that hung from his thin, pale wrist.

Cool, familiar Qi cycled through Shen Qingqiu, the energy easing Without-a-Cure and making his face slowly un-pinch. Mu Qingfang made a worried clucking sound as he examined Shen Qingqiu’s meridians and whatever else he was probing at in there.

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes snapped open when the man’s energy brushed deeply against his core, a scandalized yelp drawn from him as he tore his wrist away from the healer. “ What do you think you’re doing?!” He cried out in alarm, feeling very violated by the intimate touch.

The man had always kept away from that area in previous examinations. Only sticking to the outer extremities and the middle ground pathways. For him to touch a place that only Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan dared to touch, well, it made Shen Qingqiu shudder away from the man.

Mu Qingfang held his hands out in a placating manner, his worry clear as he watched Shen Qingqiu throw himself off the bed to put distance between them. “ Shen-Shixiong, please calm down,” he spoke softly as though he was intercepting a feral animal lost in a city. “ This healer means no harm. He needed to check if Shen Qingqiu was with child, as this Shidi found him to be,” His voice was low and murmuring.

Shen Qingqiu was pale as he glowered at the half-raised man, his hands shaking as he clenched the blankets tighter around himself as though Mu Qingfang was going to tear them off of him. Faced with those warm, wide eyes, Shen Qingqiu gulped and looked away from his face.

Was he overreacting? He dazedly thought as he leaned against the wall, the bed placed between them. The pot, having been knocked to its side, its contents thankfully remained contained thanks to the talismans.

No… that felt very much ‘Not Cool,’ to experience. But Mu Qingfang had never made him feel like that before. Even though he was a little pushy, his Qi had never felt bad per se. Definitely not like the naturalness of his partners’.

Yet, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t overlook that feeling. The weight of his Qi, gingerly touching his core, had felt like something oily and tainting compared to when Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge dual-cultivated with him.

He could handle the outer extremities, but that spot was off limits.

The silence was heavy, only broken by Shen Qingqiu’s heavy breaths. Mu Qingfang excused himself, slowly moving to the door and leaving the Qing Jing peak lord’s bedroom.

Shen Qingqiu succumbed to that childish feeling rolling through him as he covered himself in the blankets. A strange dread crept over him as he lay on the floor. What was that guy even talking about? Shen Qingqiu, with child?! Your mother’s with child!

He wasn’t some– some male seahorse! He was a Cis-man in a Cis-body!!

The minutes dragged on for what felt like hours as he tried to calm this body's reaction. The shaking, the skin-deep discomfort. Shen Qingqiu stiffened when a light knock sounded from the door.

” Go away!” He demanded, his voice annoyingly wet-sounding as he brought the blankets down to cover his face once more. A feminine voice on the other side made him perk up in interest.

” Shen-Shibo, please allow this humble First Head Disciple Zeng to attend to you,” the young woman on the other side of the door clinically probed. He knew her! That was one of the main physicians he met with at the beginning of his transmigration, when Mu Qingfang didn’t personally attend to him.

Not that he had gone to her often, pre-OOC banned as he was. But she had come to his door, discreetly and professionally, after his ‘fever’. Zeng Oulan, a young woman with a tanned complexion and a faint coastal-sounding accent with a long, fishtail braid.

Shen Qingqiu grew suspicious of her presence, frowning out of the little breathing hole he gave himself. “ This Lord declines further examination. Disciple Zeng shall see herself out,” he haughtily replied, his enhanced senses catching the sound of yet not the context of the murmuring conversation on the other side of the door.

He didn’t want to deal with any of them. He moped with his arms cradling his core, tuning out the woman and her Shizun’s presence.

Loud footsteps sounded from the doorway of the bamboo hut, the disruptive sound garnering Shen Qingqiu’s attention. Just as he expected, Liu Qingge showed up just in time to make a dramatic presence.

” What’s going on here?” The man asked, his voice gruff and muffled through the door. Ah, Shen Qingqiu felt himself relax and smile at the mental image of the Bai Zhan peak lord glaring at the two healers, his keen eyes instantly picking up the tension likely lining their faces.

” Ah, Liu-Shixiong,” Mu Qingfang’s voice sounded, fabric rustling and solid thump making Shen Qingqiu lightly jolt. “ Please forgive this healer’s arrogance. He should have respected Shen-Shixiong’s long-established medical preferences, despite his changes in demeanor and consent over the years. This healer is not entitled to forgiveness, given how he was upset and violated Shen-Shixiong in such a manner. Shidi submits himself to Shixiongs’ judgement,” he formally and thoroughly begged for punishment.

Shen Qingqiu blinked, baffled. Sure, he didn’t enjoy the sensation, but the man was practically begging for his life over it– wasn’t that a bit much?!?

Cold silence seeped into the hut, only broken by the snarling, “ What?” Liu Qingge gave, Cheng Luan screeching as it was unsheathed, and the door to the scholar’s bedroom was thrown open.

Shen Qingqiu flinched at the suddenness, “ Qingqiu!” He looked around the room, glaring back at the kowtowing Qian Cao peak lord as though he was going to run away before he stepped over the threshold. He stilled as he caught sight of the puddle of Qing Jing peak lord on the floor.

Cheng Luan was left to hover threateningly in the air as he made his way into the chambers. “ Yuan, what happened? What did he do to you?” Liu Qingge softly asked, kneeling by Shen Qingqiu’s side, his hand hovering over the man’s form with some hesitation.

Annoyingly, Shen Qingqiu’s eyes grew wet at the grim yet lost expression lining the man’s face. “ Nothing happened,” he grumbled, his throat tight as he closed his little breathing hole and covered his face. He relaxed as that hand settled over his clothed form, resting lightly on his hip.

” No. He did something that hurt you. Or, at least didn’t discuss the procedure as much as he should have,” Liu Qingge argued, his voice firm. “ Tell me what you want done with him, and I will do it,” the warrior pressed on. Shen Qingqiu let out a world-weary sigh at the firm care and adoration.

” If anyone should be punished, it should be this one for his overreaction,” Shen Qingqiu argued. Mu Qingfang made loud sounds of disagreement from the doorway. “ Really. I was just startled when he touched my core… it didn’t feel right after…” he trailed off, thin-faced and blushing.

Liu Qingge hummed, his gaze observant as he just sat there and listened to Shen Qingqiu, rather than acting first. All of that focus on him made Shen Qingqiu blush even harder under the cover of his blanket. “ Let me see your face,” the warrior quietly probed, his hand caressing over Shen Qingqiu’s side in a gentle stroke.

Shen Qingqiu inwardly squirmed at this– he was just fine under this blanket. No matter how warm and stifling it was becoming. Time stretched until finally, he allowed an inch of his face to show as he lifted the blanket up.

The air was chilled, making him lightly shiver as he peeked an eye out to the Bai Zhan peak lord. Which Shen Qingqiu hated. He was so childish and illogical. He was no peerless immortal and he wanted to hide himself away from that soft, concerned gaze looking down at him.

A finger gently pressed to his forehead, gentle and unrushed as it traced its way down Shen Qingqiu’s temple. “ No one begrudges you for your reaction,” Liu Qingge told him, his lips pressing in a thin line as Shen Qingqiu made to argue again.

” If Mu Qingfang touched me like that, I would cut his arm off,” Liu Qingge stated, the sentence startling Shen Qingqiu to sit up and give him an outraged look. The blanket slid to reveal more of his watery gaze and his pinkened cheeks.

” Don’t say that, Minghui!” He hissed, looking to the door where he caught the back of Mu Qingfang’s kowtowed back. Zeng Oulan was similarly kowtowed as though she was to face the same punishment, which certainly was not going to happen! “Mu-Shidi was only doing what this Shixiong allowed him to do,” Shen Qingqiu defended the healer, keeping the blanket wrapped around himself as he glared at his partner.

Liu Qingge gave him a stubborn, challenging look. “ He explained what he was going to do!” The scholar pressed on, his shoulders lightly hunching inward as he looked to the ground, “ This one was… startled by the reaction his body had to such a touch. It was a misunderstanding.”

Liu Qingge was silent for a few moments, waiting for further requests or staunch arguments. “ Would you like to have Zeng-Shizi take a look… on the child?” The warrior gently asked, his cheeks lightly blushing as he seemed to creep upon the topic like he was gauging a threat.

Shen Qingqiu bristled at the question. “ It’s–it’s insane! I can’t possibly be with ch-, child,” he stuttered and hissed out, his fists clenching as he scowled at the man. Liu Qingge jolted back as though he had been struck, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

An even heavier, tangible silence stretched throughout the room as Liu Qingge grimly observed the adamant and heated emotions ingrained in his partner’s features. For Shen Qingqiu to argue the basis of general, established dual cultivation education and Qi manifestation theory, that was truly absurd behavior from such a well-read scholar.

Concerned of a Qi-deviation, Liu Qingge gently yet firmly grabbed Shen Qingqiu’s waving hand and checked his meridians. The familiar energy helped snap Shen Qingqiu from his ranting, his heart rate calming as he felt the man’s Qi go through the standard path it always took.

Hesitating by his core, Liu Qingge met his gaze and bluntly asked, “ May I examine your core?” The sincerity in his stormy gaze made Shen Qingqiu grow flustered and shy. They were at the point where such touches were casual and expected between them, yet, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help how his muscles relaxed.

He nodded, his gaze downward as he internally braced himself for the touch to feel different. For it to all be wrong after the vivid wrongness he had experienced.

Like a feather landing upon still water, the touch of Liu Qingge’s Qi sent a soft, warm rippling over his core and through his meridian system. His eyelids drooped at the relief he felt, and when that comforting energy gradually left his system, Shen Qingqiu fluttered his eyelashes open.

Liu Qingge lightly smiled at the calm look, but then his brows furrowed once more at the fact placed before him. While he had entertained thoughts that the abundance of Qi pooling in the man’s core could have been a child, it had often been hard to distinguish given how much Qi lingered from having multiple partners dual-cultivating together.

It wasn’t like he was a healer.

His cheeks grew warm as he stood up, his gaze lingering on Shen Qingqiu.

” You don’t wish any retribution?” He pressed, his arms crossing in front of his chest as he looked over to the calm, folded form of Mu Qingfang and his first head disciple. Shen Qingqiu glared and shook his head at the warrior. When he moved to speak, Liu Qingge halted himself from sheathing Cheng Luan.

” I– This master doesn’t wish for Mu-Shidi to be punished,” he gruffly stated, firm despite how much that stare made him want to squirm and hide himself. He wasn’t some judge, deciding Mu Qingfang’s fate, Executioner Liu! Turn those eyes away!

Nodding, Liu Qingge walked over to the floating blade and sheathed it. “ You may get up,” he gruffly ordered, his arms crossed once more as he looked down at the healers.

Mu Qingfang was slow, his expression perplexed yet quick to turn clinical once more as he observed Liu Qingge’s tense yet restless form. “...Why don’t we have this discussion later in the day? Or tomorrow, when Yue-Shixiong is able to join?” He asked, gently breaching the topic in a manner to where Shen Qingqiu couldn’t squirm his way out of it.

Shen Qingqiu made a snarky sound as he stood up, still in his PJs and wrapped in his blanket. But he moved just as confidently to stand behind Liu Qingge, just so he could glare at the healer.

” If Mu-Shidi had simply written this one, instead of ambushing his weak-willed head disciple, then perhaps things could have gone differently,” Shen Qingqiu tongue thrashed the healer, still upset about the whole thing. He had already woken up with almost instant nausea– his whole day was thoroughly ruined now.

Mu Qingfang’s eyebrow twitched, his gaze unamused. “ This one has been writing to Shixiong since we last spoke,” he emphasized, his fingers moving to pinch the bridge of his nose as Shen Qingqiu began to stubbornly play ignorant. He was very, very familiar with this song and dance.

It was why he had made the man and his troublesome accomplice take a Qi-vow! And he once more blamed his leniency for not pressing the issue sooner.

Liu Qingge wrapped a hand around Shen Qingqiu’s bulky hip, earning himself a disgruntled hiss for the impropriety. “ Qingqiu,” he spoke, his voice deathly serious as he gazed at the red-faced immortal.

” Why in the world do you think you can’t get pregnant? We’ve talked in depth about this,” he desperately beseeched, his own brows twitching as the scholar began to sputter and stumble over his words. Yet now, it wasn’t an endearing display as they lay in bed together.

His hands gentle as he reminded Shen Qingqiu to properly flush the energy from his core when the man rejected drinking the Qi contraceptive teas he had offered his receptive partner. And when the man brushed off the chances of pregnancy, Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan had grown to think that the scholar’s flushed rambling on the topic during sex was an indication of how open he was to it.

The topic was scarcely spoken of in seriousness, save for wistful sighs and sweet murmurs in the dark.

He had thought it to be the thin-faced nature of the man, a cute shyness that came from his surprising naivety with sex. For a man who used to haunt brothels, Shen Qingqiu acted as though Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan were taking many firsts from him.

Noticing this discomfort as well, Mu Qingfang let out a long-suffering sigh and dragged his palms over his face. Zeng Oulan’s eyes flicked from her shizun to the defensive patient, her worry palpable.

” Shen Qingqiu,” Mu Qingfang gritted out between clenched teeth, a hand lingering on his temple as he looked at the scholar through what must have been a migraine. “ Did you read the manual that I gave you at all?” He asked, his professionalism pinched and pulled taut to the point that he wished he could take the man by the shoulders and shake him.

A vein visibly popped in his forehead as Shen Qingqiu glared and shook his head, his fierceness impacted by his pitiful frame.

Mu Qingfang didn’t make a sound, but his face colored to a concerning hue. “ I can’t–” he stopped himself, his arms shaking as he forced himself to bow, “ Please pardon this healer. He will respond once he has cleared his head. Please work with Head Disciple Zeng as this healer temporarily removes himself,” he spoke, his voice low and quivering.

And then, before Shen Qingqiu knew it, the healer was gone in a flutter of dark blue robes.

Zeng Oulan stepped forward after a few moments, her gaze polite and her face open. “ Does Shen-Shibo wish for some time for the news to settle in? This one would gladly schedule an appointment to discuss all of the options and any questions Shibos may have, ” She asked, a comfortable gentleness lining her form as she waited for the men to gather themselves.

Shen Qingqiu felt lost at sea as he stared at the young woman. “ You… You guys aren’t pulling my leg on this?” He weakly asked, his lips pulling into a frown as true unease pinged through him. As long as he had been in this world, he had never seen Mu Qingfang storm off like that.

Dread pooled in his stomach as he lay a hand over his core… A baby. A fetus was in there? Something– no, someone was going to grow in there and come out of his what?!? His ass??

His vision was wavering as he freaked out, a tunnel of black surrounding the bright bamboo mat on the floor as he stared downward.

It felt as though the world was distant and his body was numb as he felt a hand press to his cheek. But it was all too much, and he succumbed to the darkness as he fainted into Liu Qingge’s arms.