Author: 哔哔 (Bi Bi) / Jin Gang Quan

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 35

Feng Tianzong closed the book and walked over to the tub. The tub wasn’t very big, and he didn’t want to strip and get in, so he simply wrapped an arm around Huo Fenghua and lifted him out.

Huo Fenghua was dripping wet, soaking Feng Tianzong’s clothes. When Feng Tianzong set him down, the floor instantly became wet as well.

Feng Tianzong had Huo Fenghua brace both hands on the rim of the tub and lift his hips. Through his pants, he pressed forward into the slick cleft between Huo Fenghua’s wet ass.

Huo Fenghua hurriedly said, “I’m still bathing.”

Unhurried, Feng Tianzong stroked his wet, smooth waist. “Then why’d you tease me?”

Huo Fenghua said, “I invited you to bathe with me. I didn’t tell you to do lewd things.”

Feng Tianzong chuckled. “And tying that bell there isn’t lewd?”

Huo Fenghua said, “The bell’s mine. I’ll tie it wherever I want.”

Feng Tianzong reached around to the front and lightly flicked Huo Fenghua’s penis, making the bell chime. “You’re my male concubine. I’ll do whatever I want.”

Only then did Huo Fenghua suddenly remember he was still Feng Tianzong’s male concubine. Over time he’d almost forgotten, though lately he’d certainly been fulfilling his “concubine duties” to the fullest.

Feng Tianzong thrust in, pushing his cock into the soft, loosened hole that had been soaked warm in bathwater. The tender flesh, warm and supple, gripped his thick length tightly—squeezing hard as he entered, clinging unwillingly as he drew out.

Both of them let out a satisfied moan. Feng Tianzong pinched the base of Huo Fenghua’s shaft and said, “If you like it, keep it tied on.”

Huo Fenghua didn’t even have time to answer before the impact knocked him unsteady. The tub rocked with him, sloshing hot water all over the floor.

They went at it for half the night. When Huo Fenghua woke the next morning, his waist was still sore and weak, and down below it felt as if he were still holding something inside him.

Feng Tianzong was already dressed, long hair tied up, standing tall by the bed. He held the bell and shook it beside Huo Fenghua’s ear, murmuring, “Time to get up.”

Huo Fenghua opened his eyes and looked at him. “Everything hurts. I can’t get up.”

Feng Tianzong sat on the edge of the bed, pulled him up, set him on his lap, and dressed him. Huo Fenghua leaned lazily into his arms and smiled. “General, you’re so good to me.”

After breakfast at the inn, Feng Tianzong and Huo Fenghua strolled to the Celestial Master temple.

Every morning, the temple’s incense offerings were at their peak. Believers came in droves to burn incense and beg for pills, and a long line had already formed outside the gates—men and women, old people and children alike.

Feng Tianzong and Huo Fenghua didn’t stand out among them.

After entering, they each took an incense stick and offered it before the Celestial Master statue.

Once they’d finished, they moved away from the crowd and walked deeper along the eaves on either side. Halfway in, they were stopped by a middle-aged Taoist priest, who said, “The inner court is not to be entered without permission. Please return.”

Feng Tianzong didn’t force his way in. He and Huo Fenghua detoured away from the path leading to the inner court.

Just then, a pretty young Taoist nun slipped past them and went straight into the inner court.

Huo Fenghua stared after her graceful figure and said, “Give him some silver. See if he’ll let us in.”

Feng Tianzong said, “Why bother with that?”

He led Huo Fenghua out of the temple and into a narrow alley to the right. On the left side of the alley was the temple’s brick-red wall. It was secluded and quiet, with not a single passerby.

Feng Tianzong said to Huo Fenghua, “Wait here. I’ll go in and take a look.” With that, he sprang lightly up, landed atop the wall, and flipped into the temple’s inner court.

Huo Fenghua watched his figure disappear, then glanced around the desolate alley. He thought that rather than waiting here, he might as well go back to the inn and sit with a cup of tea. If Feng Tianzong came out and couldn’t find him, he’d go back on his own anyway.

He took a couple steps, then thought again. True Master Zixi’s reputation was huge, so he surely had some real ability. Feng Tianzong was sneaking in like this; if he ran into True Master Zixi, would something happen?

So Huo Fenghua went back, uneasy, pacing a few steps.

Suddenly, he heard a sound from the far end of the alley, near a corner.

There was a pile of junk stacked there. He and Feng Tianzong had already seen it when they came in, but now the noise drew him closer. As he walked over, a leg suddenly stuck out from beneath the pile.

Huo Fenghua stopped, holding his breath, staring.

Someone was hiding there, and Feng Tianzong hadn’t noticed at all when he came in.

After the leg appeared, it went still again. When Huo Fenghua moved closer, two arms stretched out from beneath the junk. The person underneath stretched lazily and let out a long yawn. When he shoved the pile of heap aside, he saw a disheveled man with a gray bread that was matted together and a bird’s nest hair. It was none other than his master, Gu Guangji.

Gu Guangji looked up and saw Huo Fenghua too. He froze for a moment and said, “Young man, you look kind of familiar.”

Huo Fenghua lifted a hand as if to clutch his chest, suddenly understanding what it meant to be so angry your chest hurt. He ground his teeth and smiled. “Familiar? I’m your disciple, Master!”

“My disciple?” Gu Guangji looked blank at first. After a while he got to his feet and burst out, “Fenghua? Is it you, Fenghua?”

Huo Fenghua resisted the urge to brace himself against the wall and said weakly, “How kind of you to still remember me, old man.”

Gu Guangji hurried over. “It really is you! It’s not that I don’t remember you. The last time I saw you it was at night. I couldn’t recognize you in the daylight.”

That wasn’t a sentence Huo Fenghua found remotely comforting.

Gu Guangji examined him in surprise. “Why are you here too?”

Huo Fenghua immediately asked, “Did Senior Brother come looking for you?”

Gu Guangji nodded. “Yeah. He came to find me earlier. He’s already left.”

“Left?” Huo Fenghua hurriedly asked, “Where’d he go?”

Gu Guangji spread his hands. “How would I know? He didn’t tell me where he was going. But what about you? Did you come to Fengming Town alone?”

Huo Fenghua said, “No. I came with Feng Tianzong.”

“That Feng boy came too?” Gu Guangji looked startled. He lifted a hand and stroked his beard. “One and then another, all running over here. What for? Where is that Feng boy now?”

Huo Fenghua pointed at the wall. “Inside.”

Gu Guangji stared up at the tall wall, eyes widening. “How bold is he? I’ve been in Fengming Town for half a year and I still don’t dare provoke that old Taoist Zixi. And he just climbs straight over the wall? He isn’t afraid that old demon Zixi will catch him?”

Huo Fenghua’s heart clenched. “Is Zixi really that formidable?”

Gu Guangji twirled his beard between his fingers. “I haven’t seen his martial arts, but his alchemy and his skill at bewitching people are genuinely impressive. These past two years he’s been refining a pill that can greatly increase a person’s cultivation. If he succeeds, it should be coming out of the furnace any day now—maybe even in the next day or two.”

Curious, Huo Fenghua asked, “What pill’s that powerful? Like a leopard fetus muscle changing pill*?”

*It’s a pill from the novel The Deer and the Cauldron by Jin Yong, supposedly extremely powerful and can control people. Given that the book was created in 1972, naturally Gu Guangji has no idea what Huo Fenghua is referring to.

Gu Guangji looked at him. “What? Say that again?”

Huo Fenghua had just blurted it out casually. He waved it off. “That’s not important. The important thing is, Feng Tianzong won’t be in trouble, right?”

But Gu Guangji was still hung up on what he’d said. “Leopard fetus muscle changing pill? That sounds amazing. Where did you hear about that thing?”

Huo Fenghua sighed. “The Deer and the Cauldron.”

Gu Guangji pressed, “The Deer and the Cauldron? What kind of record is that?”

Huo Fenghua shook his head. “Stop asking irrelevant questions. Can you take me inside to find Feng Tianzong? I’m worried something will happen to him.”

Gu Guangji sized him up from head to toe. “Wait. What’s your relationship with that Feng Tianzong kid? Feng Tianzong is your Senior Brother’s husband. How’d you end up mixed up with him?”

Huo Fenghua pressed a hand to his throbbing temple. “Feng Tianzong is my husband too. I’m his male concubine. Master, what exactly do you still remember? Are you getting too old that you’re becoming senile? Maybe you should just stay home.? Look at you, filthy and stinky. What ‘traveling the world’? How’s that any different from begging?”

The tirade made Gu Guangji stare in a daze. A moment later, he grabbed Huo Fenghua by the collar. “You want to find that Feng boy, right? Come on.”

With that, he hauled Huo Fenghua up and leapt onto the Celestial Master temple’s wall.

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