The Devil Lotus 4

Mr. Shi extended his right hand forward and permitted Wu Xuan.

"We know that almost all of Jun Peak's internal disciples, including Wei Shidi, will leave to solve the problem in Luoyang City, and more of the external disciples will also join in," Wu Xuan said, standing straight with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Therefore, I think that Juyao Peak can join forces with Jun Peak this time and compete in the tournament. Since the brothers of the Lingxiao Sect are also participating in the tournament, we can reduce the increase from six teams to five again."

Shi Xieren "...."

Yu Lingyu ?????

Yi Qiu: 'he must be possessed with a demon.'

Of course, Shi Xieren would not refuse Wu Xuan's offer. Therefore, whether he asks for permission or not, what he wants will happen. "Good, then Wu Yixuan, you discuss this with the brothers at Juyao Peak and make a decision." As expected, Shi Xieren replied. No one on Juyao Peak disobeys Wu Xuan's command.

After Shi Xieren left, the congregation slowly dispersed.

"Let's go to Jun Peak and make arrangements with the Lingxiao Sect first." Yu Lingyu only shook his head at Wu Xuan's suggestion.

The Lingxiao Sect are followers of the Wind Lord. Then now the Wind Lord is going to entertain his followers. What a terrible fate.

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San Jie couldn't shout, so he tightly covered his mouth. Meeting with Wu Xuan? Well, it's not that bad. But sharing a room with Shen Ming?

San Jie looked like a landmine about to explode. His gaze struck Yu Lingyu several times with arrows.

"We are sorry, but due to lack of prior notice, we could not prepare the cabins in particular. So, stay in these for a few days. New cabins will be ready soon." Yu Lingyu said to the twelve members of the Lingxiao Sect.

"No problem, Brother Yu. Thank you." Jin Fan, their leader, greeted them with a smile.

Yu Lingyu, who had handed over the chambers to the Lingxiao Sect, inspected the group of apprentices who had to leave their chambers.

"Yu Shixiong," San Jie whispered in a very patient voice.

"Going out of the cabin, well I can accept that, but I don't understand -why- I -should- be with- him?" he asked, enunciating word after word.

"Haha, it's not like you're being molested." Wu Xuan said, shrugging his shoulders.

"I wish your mother would come soon; Father is going to be stolen by his swindling woman."

Yu Lingyu "....."

San Jie: ?????

"What Mom?" San Jie asked. Seeing the look on his face, Yu Lingyu barely controlled his smile. "Well San Shidi, then why don't you stay with Duan Shimei and Xu Jin Shimei? If you don't like it that much."

As everyone else smiled, San Jie's face turned red like the setting sun.

"Then why can't I stay with you," San Jie growled.

"You can't!" Wu Xuan, who was crossing his arms across his chest, said nervously.

"Why not?"

"Wha- where am I then?" said Wu Xuan, choosing his words.

"Yu Shidi, we share a room, right?"

Yu Lingyu hadn't planned something like this.

"Huh?"

"You want me to sleep on the street then?" Wu Xuan asked, returning to his usual teasing tone.

"Never!" San Jie shouted like a madman. "Hey! Stay away from Yu Shixiong!"

Wu Xuan rolled his eyes. "San Shidi, he is older than you. Be respectful." Yu Lingyu said in a low tone. "Damn, why are you taking his side. Don't tell me if you want to sleep with him too!" 

BANG!

Yu Lingyu was speechless. He also felt his blood circulation rise as he silently watched San Jie.

"Ah, it's not like anything is happening between them. San Xiong, stop it." Luo Cheng said pulling San Jie's hand. "Sorry Wu Shixiong, we'll go now. We're going Yu Shixiong." Covering San Jie's mouth with his hand, Luo Cheng dragged him along and quickly left the scene. Even so, San Jie did not forget to give a murderous look at Xuan who raised his head from time to time. Meanwhile, Yu Lingyu was thinking of how to apologize. "Wu Shixiong, he-"

"Oh, don't worry. He's a father too." Shrugging his shoulders, Wu Xuan quietly walked up the street to Yu Lingyu's cabin.

"A father? What?"

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"Zi Feng, Lord of the Sighing Wind, stood pitifully at the edge of a storm. His silver hair was dancing in the wind. Controlling the great storm, his heart echoed like a solitary hawk. His opponent, Demon Lord Yue Ling, mounted on a black dragon king, was directly facing his way. To the great storm that was crossing.

'Zi Feng!' His voice echoed through the storm.

'Will you break your promise?'

Zi Feng lowered his head. 'I'm sorry,' he whispered. "

"Wait! What is this? Why does it sound like a love story?"

"Shut up!" Everyone shouted at Shen Ming. Giving a small smile to the crowd gathered around the outdoor bonfire, Jin Fan resumed his story.

"Of course, it's a love story. They both remembered the time they spent together before, their heart-to-heart kisses in the moonlight. Yue Ling became the devil of the mortal realm when Zi Feng became one of the gods who promised to protect the mortal world. They both saw hope in each other. suffered feelings of love, but the gods opposed this and branded the wind lord as a traitor, and he had to undergo cruel punishments that one could not bear.

Zi Feng could no longer bear this. His heart became a battlefield. His every sigh was a moan of pain.

Yue Ling heard all this later. Blinded by rage, he desperately used his dark powers against the gods. However, in the end, he only met the Wind lord who had been pierced by the blade of the Heavenly Emperor. Yue Ling was forever freaked out. Placing a kiss on the humble Zi Feng's cold lips, he pierced his chest. Yue Ling's blood rained fire upon the earth. Even the wind was filled with fiery heat.

So, in the end, the two of them became nothing more than a legend that lives on in history, a warning about love and defying the gods."

Yu Lingyu "....."

Wu Xuan: "...."

"Who the hell wrote this story? Is that man brainless?" San Jie screamed as if his precious child had been inserted into an erotic novel. With a flushed face, he mended his tattered browband.

"I don't know, this is just a story we heard while visiting Wen Sect." Jin Fan said with a smile on his face.

"So, this Zi Feng, is really dead?" Yu Lingyu asked. He did know it, but he was curious about what the world thought of him.

"No, this is just fiction. The Wind lord can't die." Jin Fan replied.

BANG!

"I have a question. Why is it Yue Ling? not Li Jiu, who was the best friend of the Wind lord. Why would the Wind lord fall in love with a devil out of nowhere? It's not like they had a history." Shen Ming asked in a serious tone. San Jie replied while Jin Fan struggled to think of an answer.

"That's why it's fiction you fool! Can't you hear?"

As Shen Ming turned black with anger, everyone's faces burst into laughter. The bonfire also rose higher and higher, lighting up the surroundings. Wu Xuan and Yu Lingyu were there on their own, along with the twelve Lingxiao Sect students and thirteen apprentices. Moonlight fell on the branches of the plants and cast shadowy patterns on the ground, doubling them in front of the bonfire.

"Brother Jin Fan, is it true that the Lingxiao Sect is floating in the sky?" asked someone.

Jin Fan slightly brushed off his long loose cloak and sat back down on the small bench he had been sitting on.

"Not really, it's located on a single cliff in the middle of the sea. The sect can only be entered by flying swords. That's why it's called floating." Wu Xuan answered before Jin Fan.

"Really Wu Shixiong? Have you been there?" Luo Cheng asked eagerly.

"Yes once." He said as looked at the Lingxiao disciples. 'That's not good.' Yu Lingyu was impressed. Why do Wu Xuan and Lingxiao disciples not seem to have good thoughts about each other?

"Well, it's late now. Why don't we work together again tomorrow morning?" Yu Lingyu asked. Everyone slowly dispersed to their cabins despite hearing some rumbling noises.

Yu Lingyu looked at San Jie and Shen Ming leaving for one of the cabins and wished for a peaceful night without a fight. No problem, after all, Luo Cheng and another disciple were also there.

"Yu Shidi?"

Wu Xuan, who had already walked a little way, called out. The silver ornament on his head was shining in the moonlight. With his arms folded across his chest, he waited for Yu Lingyu with a smile on his face.

"Don't you want to go to Juyao Peak?" Yu Lingyu asked as they walked together. Wu Xuan, who was knocking on a pebble in the street, answered without raising his head or being interrupted. "No."

"Even so, Yu Shidi," he muttered again in a low voice after walking in silence for a while. "Could Zi Feng and Yue Ling really be in love?"

Yu Lingyu was slightly startled by this sudden problem. Although Jin Fan clearly said that it was fiction, Wu Xuan's tone was serious. He looked like he was in pain with his head down. Yu Lingyu stopped by the peony plant that was growing near the large plant in front of his cabin and plucked one.

"What do you want to think?" Finally, he asked Wu Xuan.

Gazing at the chamber, Wu Xuan approached Yu Lingyu who was standing by the peony plant.

"I'd like to think they lived happily ever after, but they didn't, did they?"

Yu Lingyu took off his mask. His silvery hazel eyes rested completely on Wu Xuan. "Didn't they?"

"I'm sure not. If they did, you wouldn't be here."

Yu Lingyu said nothing. Tightening his grip on the peony flower in his hands, he silently stared at the handsome young man in front of him.

"Do you know me?"

Wu Xuan asked again, breaking the silence.

 "Wu Xuan." Wu Xuan shook his head as if to indicate no to Yu Lingyu's answer. "So, do you know yourself?" He asked, moving even closer to Yu Lingyu. The branches of the plants that hung above them like a canopy were swaying in the wind, bringing a shower of dry leaves down on them.

"I?"

"Yes, you are,"

"I am Yu Lingyu."

"You're not him."

Yu Lingyu closed his lips tightly. He assured him that Wu Xuan did not see his demon mark. So what's with these impromptu cross-examinations? Does Wu Xuan suspect him to be Yue Ling? After all Yue Lingyu's hometown is Yue City.

"If I'm not him, then Wu Shixiong….who am I?"

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Wu Xuan bent slightly from his waist and looked at Yu Lingyu's face. Taking the peony in his hand, he gently rested it on Yu Lingyu's hair. "You," he whispered, gently stroking Lingyu's silky blond hair.

"You are Yunshang Fengyue, Zi Feng!"

HOW DID YOU KNOW? HOW DID YOU KNOW? HOW DID YOU KNOW?

Yu Lingyu's breath hitched. The fragrant and attractive peonies, which he had once worn so often, felt foreign to him. Wu Xuan's eyes, which were usually as playful as summer, flashed with nervousness and excitement. The terrifying and terrifying whispers that lingered in the air sent a cold feeling throughout Yu Lingyu's heart.

"Zi Feng," Wu Xuan repeated, considering Yu Lingyu's confusion. "Lord of the WIND, muse of thousands of poets." He gently ran his fingers over the place where the Devil mark was on Yu Lingyu's forehead before.

Yu Lingyu fought in a thousand thoughts. Denial was useless, disclosure was even more dangerous. He took a shallow breath. The words scratched his throat like grains of sand on the wind. "How? How are you-"

Wu Xuan smiled. Soft and low he whispered, like a snake slithering through dry leaves. "Is it that important?" There was a playful twinkle in his eyes again.

"What....what's going on now?" Yu Lingyu asked with a faint moan. He is not a devil, he is a deity. Wu Xuan doesn't want to kill him, right? "What do you want to do?"

Wu Xuan's smile softened. "Yu Shidi, are you scared? Do you think I'm going to kill you?"

"No, I'm not. But if you want to start a fight with me-"

Wu Xuan waved his hand. After looking at Yu Lingyu for a while, he silently flew to the chamber. "Oh one more thing," he said, winking at Yu Lingyu.

 "I'm more of a fan of Fengshen than Huoshen."