Fox Demon Cultivation Manual [ BL ]

Chapter 26

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Song Ci had once heard that Dai Yanxing was a powerful person in both position and ability in Mo Yao. It was said that he nearly ascended once back then, but for some reason, he stayed on in Mo Yao.

This kind of Li Yan Zhenren should be the favored one in Mo Yao, but why was there such a big difference between what he was seeing now and what he had heard? 

The fragments of memory of the body Song Ci had possessed were very disordered. After Dai Yanxing was done crying and had left the place with the books, the scene changed. He was now in a hall. 

All around him, Mo Yao’s disciples stood upright with slightly lowered heads. The scene was solemn. Even Dai Yanxing lowered his eyes to stare at the ground, lifting them only once in a while.

Yet there was someone beside him who just would not behave himself. Fu Chi reached out to tug Dai Yanxing’s sleeve and whispered, “Shixiong, there are really too few girls in our School of Ping Luan. Look at the School of Jing Si. Every one of them is so exquisite.”

Dai Yanxing brushed his hand away in annoyance. “Stand properly. Stop looking around.”

“Shixiong, you aren’t young anymore. Isn’t there any maiden you like?” Fu Chi was still smiling as he pushed on and asked Dai Yanxing.

Dai Yanxing raised his eyes on hearing this and cast a glance at the person above them on the seat. Sitting on one of the side seats was a young and beautiful Qingyuan. She had black eyebrows and red lips, and a hint of a smile in her lovely eyes. A tassel hung and swayed from the hairpin in her ink-black hair. She looked gorgeous. 

Song Ci felt the quickening of Dai Yanxing’s heartbeats. He was even more nervous than a thief. After stealing a glance, he immediately lowered his eyes for fear that others might catch a glimpse of the secret hidden in his heart.

Dai Yanxing liked Qingyuan.

Going by their seniority, Dai Yanxing would have to address Qingyuan as shishu.

Qingyuan had an outstanding appearance, gentle behavior, and real abilities. She was the kind of person Dai Yanxing was the most likely to fall in love with at his age. This feeling was understandable.

Song Ci felt that this Dai Yanxing was far from the one he had met. At least in the few encounters he had with him, he could not see Dai Yanxing’s yearning for Qingyuan at all. When he stood outside Qingyuan’s chamber that night, he had looked nonchalant.

Had he hidden it too deeply? Or was this feeling long gone?

“Shixiong.” Fu Chi tugged lightly at his clothes again and said in a coquettish tone. “How about we go down the mountain today to play? I heard that it’s bustling with activities at the foot of the mountain.” 

“Not going.” Dai Yanxing flatly turned him down.

“There’s a temple fair at the foot of the mountain these two days. It’s a lot more fun than Mo Yao. Shixing, please reconsider—” Fu Chi would not let the matter drop and kept swinging his sleeve. There was a fawning smile on his handsome face even as his eyes shone with hope.

Dai Yanxing glanced at him without changing his answer. “Not going. Stop bothering me.” 

His tone was frosty.

Dai Yanxing could always smile warmly at strangers on their first encounters, yet he was cold to this shidi. In contrast, Fu Chi always smiled when he spoke to Dai Yanxing. He would carefully try to ingratiate himself with Dai Yanxing with his words, and would even behave intimately like a spoiled child. It was as if there was no contradiction between them.