Chapter 93: Penglai Has an Immortal Island (3)
While Bai Chunsheng was dreaming, Bo Yan had already walked in.
Bai Chunsheng had been having a nightmare. When it ended, he naturally jolted awake. The first thing he saw was Bo Yan standing not far from the head of his bed. Today, the man had changed into a dark red cloud-brocade robe, though he still wore the same mask as before. Bai Chunsheng did not care much about the face beneath that mask. Knowing that Bo Yan would not kill him anytime soon, he had no desire to have any sort of conversation with this fellow.
He pulled the blanket over himself, intending to go back to sleep for a while longer.
Bo Yan asked, “Are you awake?”
Bai Chunsheng replied, “Not awake.”
He had lied with his eyes open.
“Alright then, rest a bit longer,” Bo Yan said. “It’s Immortal Miaoyan’s birthday banquet on Penglai Immortal Island. Get yourself ready. Tomorrow, you’ll go with me.”
He had only returned to the Water Abyss Realm for a few days, yet he handled matters with effortless familiarity. That only strengthened Bo Yan’s conviction that he truly had once been the Lord of the Dragon Palace.
However, he still felt somewhat puzzled about why he had lost his memory.
When Bai Chunsheng had tried to brush him off before, he had claimed that because of his cultivation technique, he would involuntarily lose his memory every few years. Now that he knew Bai Chunsheng was a liar, it was obvious that had been a story made up to fool him. Bo Yan had his own speculation about the cause of his amnesia. He suspected that Bai Chunsheng had broken his heart so thoroughly that he had wanted to start over, which was why he had lost his memory in the Yunhai Small World.
But that was only his own conjecture; he did not dare to be certain. And the subordinates around him, who obeyed his every command— even his former self would never have told such matters to these people.
This was something he would have to investigate on his own.
Bai Chunsheng had been bottling up his anger. The moment he heard Bo Yan telling him to get up, he flung back the blanket, ready to argue. Fortunately, before he could throw it off completely, he remembered that he was not fully dressed yet.
As the son of a noble family, Bai Chunsheng still possessed a strong sense of decorum. Without proper clothing, even quarreling with someone lacked confidence. It was like a male peacock that had had all the feathers plucked from its backside by another male—utterly humiliating. So he could only pinch his nose and first call Yi Zhou to bring him his clothes.
The Dragon Palace was also one of the secret realms of heaven and earth. Within such realms, only cultivators at the Mahayana stage could freely use spiritual power.
Only now did he realize why he had been unable to fly earlier. In his true form—a round little bird that occasionally puffed up in irritation—without the support of spiritual power, it was very difficult for Bai Chunsheng to take flight. At most, he could hop a little higher, which was of little use.
After recalling this, Bai Chunsheng wisely decided not to embarrass himself further in front of Bo Yan.
He jerked his chin at Bo Yan. “Go, go, go. I need to change.”
Bo Yan remained as immovable as a mountain. Like a mere relay for messages, he turned to Yi Zhou and the other attendants and maidservants and said, “Did you hear that?”
A chorus of “This servant is terrified” rose and fell. These attendants and maidservants, who also carried dragon blood in their veins, hurriedly shut their mouths and withdrew when they saw that Bo Yan had no further reaction.
At the end, Yi Zhou even closed the door behind them.
Bo Yan turned back to Bai Chunsheng. “There. Done.”
“Done with what?” Bai Chunsheng’s eyes widened. “What about you?”
Bo Yan pointed at himself without the slightest self-awareness and asked, “Me too?”
Bai Chunsheng, “What do you think?”
He was no longer the completely ignorant Bai Chunsheng he had once been. Although he did not think that changing clothes in front of Bo Yan would necessarily lead to anything, his instincts—and yesterday’s experience—told him that crawling around on the floor or the bed without clothes was indeed a very dangerous thing.
In front of the potted plants and table in the bedchamber stood a screen inlaid with gold and jade. Bo Yan walked behind the screen, seemingly wanting to defend himself a little. “I won’t do anything to you.”
Bai Chunsheng sneered inwardly.
Bo Yan continued, “If I truly wanted to do something to you, you would have no ability to resist me. So you can rest assured. In any case, nothing would change.”
Those words made Bai Chunsheng burn with rage. What did he mean by “nothing would change”? Bah! Who did Bo Yan think he was? Even Yan Jingqiu had never dared to speak so arrogantly in front of him!
Bai Chunsheng had just slipped on his inner robe and outer garment when he stormed over to Bo Yan.
He went around the screen. Bo Yan was casually trimming a red jade hibiscus that was in full bloom.
On the entire blue-sea jade hibiscus tree, only this single red jade blossom had opened. It was an extremely precious spiritual treasure of the Immortal Realm and also a rare medicinal herb. An ordinary cultivator might never see a red jade hibiscus even once in their lifetime, yet here it was—merely a plaything in the hands of the Lord of the Water Abyss Realm.
Earlier, Bai Chunsheng had been unconscious, so he had never seen this jade hibiscus placed behind the screen—nor seen it being cut. Its color was vivid, like the rosy clouds at dusk, like river waters dyed red by the setting sun.
His gaze was first drawn to the blooming jade hibiscus, then to Bo Yan’s well-defined fingers.
Quarreling required momentum—one needed to press on in a single burst. Interrupted twice already, Bai Chunsheng had forgotten most of the retort he had prepared when he saw Bo Yan trimming flowers.
Bo Yan raised his eyes to look at him, imposing as ever. “Finished?”
His gaze slid over Bai Chunsheng’s bare calves.
Not finished.
Bai Chunsheng’s face stiffened. He had lost the initiative and even forgotten that he had come to argue with Bo Yan.
Dejected, he turned back to look for his trousers.
Bo Yan sneered inwardly as well.
—It was obvious that Bai Chunsheng was about to stir up trouble.
There was no such thing as goodwill without reason, nor as Bai Chunsheng seducing him without reason.
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