After The Aloof Long Aotian Became Jealous Of Me - Chapter 2

With the immortal crane practically vibrating with excitement, Bai Yi stepped out of the room as though marching toward his execution.

Above the clouds, Rong Zhenlü descended upon Zhaoye Peak. He stood with his back to Bai Yi, perfectly calm, as though nothing had happened.

“Greetings, Immortal Lord.”

This time, Bai Yi bowed from a considerable distance away.

He truly had not expected Long Aotian to be so hard-headed and stubborn that he would still dare turn his back on him.

Just as Bai Yi wondered what he wanted, he heard Rong Zhenlü speak.

“Mm. Come up.”

Anyone capable of becoming a Long Aotian was naturally exceptional in every regard. Rong Zhenlü had been blessed with an extraordinarily handsome appearance, and even his voice was pleasant to the ear—clear and cool, like snow melting between pine trees.

Even though it seemed he intended to carry Bai Yi down the mountain and throw him out, he remained as otherworldly as a banished immortal. Nothing in his voice suggested that he bore Bai Yi any resentment.

However…

Bai Yi lowered his gaze toward Rong Zhenlü’s feet.

The cloud had been replaced by a sword covered entirely in frost.

It was certainly an excellent sword, but how was Bai Yi supposed to stand steadily on something like that?

The blade was not particularly large either. Even if he stood as close to the edge as possible, there would not be much distance between them.

Bai Yi rubbed his eyes, seriously suspecting that he might lose his balance and fall again.

Unfortunately, he had no other choice.

Whatever. He would step on whatever was available. If he fell, Long Aotian would be the one getting hit anyway.

Bai Yi carefully stepped onto the sword.

The next instant, the blade took flight, and his eyes widened.

Steady.

It was unbelievably steady—both stable and fast.

For the first time, Bai Yi experienced what genuine flight felt like.

There was not even the slightest breeze around him. It felt as though he were still standing in place, yet in the blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery had already changed.

Below them, the immortal crane and the Old Tree Spirit both stared upward in astonishment.

The Immortal Lord was actually using his lifebound sword to carry someone.

Normally, the Immortal Lord’s sword flew like a sharp blade piercing through the clouds. They had never seen it move so slowly before.

Fortunately, Bai Yi finally managed to leave Zhaoye Peak without incident this time.

Standing at the rear of the sword, Bai Yi glanced around. After only five or six seconds, the flying sword descended.

To his surprise, they were still within the Gongxian Sect.

They had arrived at a cultivation ground filled with caves. The place looked vaguely familiar, but Bai Yi could not immediately recall why.

The two of them stepped down. Rong Zhenlü lowered his eyes and put away his sword.

From beginning to end, he never once turned around to look at Bai Yi. He was so aloof it was almost excessive.

Bai Yi could completely understand.

Perhaps Rong Zhenlü was fine as long as he did not look at him. If he saw Bai Yi’s face, his emotions might become unstable, and he might be unable to resist beating him.

At this moment, Bai Yi desperately wanted Long Aotian to ignore him.

Still, where were they going?

This appeared to be an excellent place.

The fairy overseeing the cultivation grounds was Luo Xi, a breathtaking beauty.

At first, Bai Yi had no idea why Long Aotian had brought him here. The instant he saw her, however, realization dawned upon him.

This place must contain the Xianqing Jade mentioned in the original novel.

It could perform a one-time cultivation infusion on Qi Refining cultivators, forcibly raising their cultivation by an entire level.

Cultivation gained through such a method was somewhat unstable and required gradual consolidation afterward, but the improvement was significant. It was especially useful for cultivators with poor natural talent.

Unfortunately, without a powerful background, an ordinary person could never afford to come here.

Long Aotian’s talent was unfathomable, so naturally he had no need for such a place.

The only reason this location had appeared in the original novel was because Fairy Luo Xi had fallen in love with Long Aotian and been rejected by him.

Now the original plot had changed, and Long Aotian had personally come here.

That meant…

Bai Yi abruptly raised his head as he finally remembered what was going on.

At this point in the original novel, Rong Zhenlü had just finished slaughtering his way through the six domains of the demon race.

Not long afterward, a major secret realm would appear.

Almost every trial inside that realm required two human cultivators to enter and leave together.

As the universally admired foremost disciple of the Immortal Venerable, countless people in the novel wanted to enter the secret realm with Long Aotian.

He rejected every one of them.

Furthermore, all the underlings living on Zhaoye Peak were nonhuman and could not enter. Therefore, relying on his overwhelming cultivation, Rong Zhenlü had forced his way into the realm alone.

Of course, such a secret realm was far too suitable for developing romantic tension. Following the usual conventions of a novel, there was no possibility that Long Aotian would truly be allowed to enter alone.

Therefore, the pure and flawless Saintess appeared at this point in the original story.

Through a series of coincidences, the two entered together.

Unfortunately, with Long Aotian’s personality—one destined to remain single forever—he would never fall in love with anyone. The Saintess’s devoted heart was cruelly rejected, and she spent the rest of her life loving him in vain.

Long Aotian casually discarded countless him in vain.

Long Aotian casually discarded countless magical treasures he considered worthless while inside the secret realm.

Yet the Saintess, herself a proud genius favored by the heavens, never lowered her pride to pick them up.

It was a tragic tale of unrequited love.

Bai Yi thought it over.

Now that Zhaoye Peak had suddenly gained a human resident, could Long Aotian be planning to help him begin cultivating and then bring him into the secret realm?

After all, Bai Yi’s cultivation was so pitifully low that Rong Zhenlü would never need to worry about him betraying him.

This was an excellent opportunity!

Bai Yi’s eyes lit up.

The Saintess might have been too proud to pick up the scraps Long Aotian discarded, but Bai Yi was perfectly willing!

He loved collecting scraps more than anything!

Nearby, Fairy Luo Xi was speaking with Rong Zhenlü.

Rather than a conversation, it was mostly Luo Xi explaining the details of the cultivation infusion while curiously peering behind him.

She could not clearly see the young man’s face. His slender figure was mostly concealed behind Immortal Lord Zhenlü, but she could tell that he possessed almost no cultivation.

Although the Immortal Lord had not looked back even once, Luo Xi could not tell whether it was merely her imagination, but he did not seem as composed as usual.

Naturally, that discomfort could not possibly be caused by her.

It could only be because of the young man.

Perhaps he was standing too close to the Immortal Lord.

Luo Xi could not help feeling shocked.

She had previously heard that Zhaoye Peak had taken in a mortal. She had never expected Immortal Lord Zhenlü to genuinely allow the young man to remain, much less personally bring him here to begin cultivating.

He even permitted the young man to stand so close despite clearly feeling uncomfortable.

He was far too protective of his people.

If this news spread, the other disciples in the sect would probably go mad with envy.

Luo Xi pressed her lips together, feeling a little envious herself, before offering a friendly smile.

“Little Junior Brother, please follow me.”

From the corner of his eye, Bai Yi saw that Rong Zhenlü showed no intention of stopping Luo Xi.

He felt relieved that his guess had been correct.

“All right.”

He stepped forward.

At present, he had only undergone an initial cleansing of his meridians and marrow. After receiving the cultivation infusion, he might be able to advance directly to the first level of Qi Refining.

The moment Luo Xi lifted her eyes, she saw the young man standing before her with red lips and snow-white skin, fresh and ethereal, as though he might be carried away by the wind at any moment.

Because he possessed no spiritual roots, the spiritual energy within him had blended into a single whole.

It manifested as smoky violet wisps winding through his pale-colored eyes, making him resemble a seductive spirit capable of toppling an entire kingdom.

He was so beautiful that words failed to describe him.

The friendly expression on Luo Xi’s face immediately became somewhat dazed.

When the young man approached and an indescribably pleasant fragrance drifted toward her, she suddenly did not know where to place her hands or feet.

Faced with such overwhelming beauty, her entire body grew uncomfortable.

She suddenly understood why the Immortal Lord had appeared so uneasy.

Just like him, she avoided looking directly at the young man’s face. Only then did she finally relax a little.

Her smile quickly grew so wide that her eyes nearly disappeared.

“As expected, anyone beside the Immortal Lord is extraordinarily beautiful. Come, your senior sister will take you inside.”

With that, she awkwardly prepared to place an arm around Bai Yi’s shoulders as she normally did when guiding someone inside.

However, just as she raised her hand, her fingers encountered the cool hilt of a sword.

Rong Zhenlü’s eyes were distant and cold.

The man who had kept his gaze lowered until now had somehow appeared beside Bai Yi. His robes fluttered through the air, carrying a faint fragrance of snow-covered cedar.

“I’ll do it.”

He rarely spoke voluntarily, yet now he turned toward Bai Yi and said, “Follow me.”

After speaking, he walked deeper into the cultivation grounds.

It appeared he intended to personally take Bai Yi into the room and perform the cultivation infusion.

Luo Xi hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping herself.

Naturally, the higher the cultivation of the person conducting the infusion, the better the result.

However, some degree of of physical contact was unavoidable during the procedure.

Would the Immortal Lord truly be able to tolerate it?

Astonishment passed across her face.

She raised her eyes and watched the Immortal Lord’s tall, ascetic figure move away, distant and cold as a snow-covered cedar.

The delicate young man followed slowly behind him.

The forest was dim.

Their two shadows gradually intertwined.

When the Immortal Lord had spoken to the young man just now, his voice had softened in a rare manner.

He had almost sounded gentle.

Fairy Luo Xi stared blankly for a long time.

Then a look of sudden understanding appeared on her face.

Meanwhile, Bai Yi suspiciously studied Long Aotian’s back before glancing at Fairy Luo Xi’s strange expression.

He began to suspect that he had somehow become part of whatever game they were playing.

Had Long Aotian stopped Fairy Luo Xi because he did not want her touching him?

In the original novel, Luo Xi had confessed her feelings to Long Aotian.

Like countless others, she had been met with icy indifference.

Yet now Long Aotian refused to let Luo Xi touch Bai Yi.

No matter how he examined the situation, the behavior seemed strange.

Could he be jealous?

But Rong Zhenlü had already rejected her. Did he still refuse to allow her to touch anyone else?

Fairy Luo Xi had to make physical contact with people every day while performing cultivation infusions.

Long Aotian had never transferred her elsewhere or assigned her a different position.

Something was wrong.

When Bai Yi read the novel, he had never realized that Long Aotian’s personality was so twisted and contradictory.

Could the problem be me?

Bai Yi’s expression changed slightly.

After thinking for a moment, he looked strangely at Long Aotian’s back.

Surely not.

He suppressed the corners of his mouth as they began to rise.

Could it be…

Fairy Luo Xi had just praised Bai Yi for being beautiful.

Had Long Aotian suddenly felt threatened?

Having been praised for his appearance since childhood, Bai Yi had always known that he was good-looking.

Furthermore, after arriving in the cultivation world, his hair had grown longer. The longer hair seemed to give him a little more elegance than his previous short hairstyle.

He had not even had time to look in a mirror after cleansing his meridians and marrow before being dragged here.

Thinking about it now, he had probably become even more attractive.

After all, Long Aotian had been a favored genius who ranked first in everything from childhood onward.

No matter how aloof and indifferent he appeared on the surface, he was fundamentally proud.

If Bai Yi threatened his position even slightly in one area, Rong Zhenlü probably could not tolerate it.

Yes.

That had to be the explanation.

Bai Yi calmly analyzed the matter in his heart.

Nearly every beautiful person who loved Long Aotian in the original novel either remained unmarried for life while waiting for him or devoted themselves to him forever.

Perhaps, in the parts of the story that had not been described, Long Aotian was actually extremely possessive.

Even when he did not want something himself, he refused to allow anyone else to have it.

Tsk.

A man’s jealousy truly was frightening.

The cultivation grounds were surrounded by beautiful scenery.

After passing several covered corridors, they entered a room containing a Xianqing Jade bed.

The door closed, leaving the two of them alone.

Rong Zhenlü’s cold, oppressive presence filled the room, leaving nowhere to hide.

He kept his eyes lowered, solemn and dignified like a god, and led Bai Yi toward the jade bed.

“Lie down. Close your eyes.”

When Bai Yi hesitated, Rong Zhenlü added, “Don’t be afraid.”

Although those words came from the coldest of thin lips, his voice was unexpectedly soft and gentle.

Had anyone else been present, they would certainly have been astonished.

When had Immortal Lord Zhenlü ever comforted another person like this?

Unfortunately, his tenderness was completely wasted on Bai Yi.

As a modern person accustomed to all manner of artificially sweet customer-service voices, Bai Yi merely thought Long Aotian sounded cold.

As expected of someone who rarely spoke.

Nevertheless, Bai Yi knew that Long Aotian was rational and understood the larger picture.

Since Rong Zhenlü needed Bai Yi to begin cultivating for the sake of the secret realm, even if he intended to make Bai Yi’s life difficult, he would not interfere with the fundamental goal of performing the cultivation infusion.

Therefore, Bai Yi climbed onto the jade bed.

The jade was slightly warm.

Bai Yi shifted uncomfortably. Suddenly, an overwhelming wave of drowsiness swept over him.

The original novel had never explained the procedure for a cultivation infusion, so Bai Yi had no idea whether this was normal.

Whatever.

As long as it would not kill him, he might as well sleep.

Bai Yi’s eyelids grew heavy. Unable to hold on any longer, he turned his head to one side and fell asleep.

His soft breathing echoed through the room.

From beginning to end, Rong Zhenlü kept his gaze away from Bai Yi’s face.

His pale fingers curled slightly before pressing against Bai Yi’s wrist without hesitation.

The faintly cool texture of fabric brushed beneath his fingertips.

A subtle fragrance lingered around his nose.

Icy-blue spiritual energy circulated through the jade bed once before pouring wildly into Bai Yi’s body from every direction.

The young man lying upon the bed possessed snow-white skin and extraordinary beauty.

Asleep and completely defenseless, he appeared even more fragile and lovely.

Rong Zhenlü did not glance at him even once.

He closed his eyes and concentrated entirely on guarding the process.

Whenever cultivation was involved, he treated even the smallest detail with complete seriousness.

Becoming the Immortal Venerable’s foremost disciple required more than natural talent. It also required unwavering perseverance and a temperament that remained unaffected by outside distractions.

Rong Zhenlü released Bai Yi’s wrist.

After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, he calmly opened his eyes and looked over.

Bai Yi was uncomfortable in his sleep.

The spiritual energy contained within the jade was warm, while the energy Rong Zhenlü guided into him was cold.

The alternating heat and chill made Bai Yi restless in his dreams.

He shifted repeatedly, causing his clothing to become disordered.

His disciple’s uniform had been hurriedly obtained from the inner sect by the immortal crane and did not fit him properly.

The problem had not been obvious while he was standing, but once he lay down, the sleeves proved shorter than those of ordinary clothing.

With the slightest movement, a section of his smooth, creamy-white forearm slipped into view.

It looked soft and delicate, carrying a faint fragrance. Against the blue-green jade, it was so beautiful that it seemed almost seductive.

Within the dim room, white and jade-green intertwined into a breathtaking display of vivid beauty.

After shedding the impurities of mortality, the young man possessed an enchanting splendor that no one could resist.

A ripple suddenly disturbed Rong Zhenlü’s calm gaze.

His thin eyelids trembled.

This time, however, he failed to look away as successfully as before.

He stared as though possessed.

The cool air gradually receded.

The gentle warmth of the jade bed intensified, steaming the room until it made one’s thoughts grow hazy.

Rong Zhenlü’s tense, pale throat moved.

He abruptly returned to his senses.

Separating a thin strand of spiritual energy, he straightened Bai Yi’s sleeve.

Immediately afterward, Bai Yi shifted again.

More and more of his arm was exposed, so pale that it dazzled the eyes.

The young Immortal Lord suddenly turned away.

He leaned his back against the wall and tried to calm his breathing.

His heart was beating somewhat faster than usual, and even the faint noises around him seemed to disturb his thoughts.

Many people had come to receive cultivation infusions.

The nearby rooms gradually filled, making the area somewhat noisy.

In one corner, Fairy Luo Xi was quietly criticizing a newly appointed steward.

Her voice, however, could not escape Immortal Lord Zhenlü’s hearing.

“When performing an infusion, all you need to do is close your eyes and concentrate. Even if the person on the bed messes up their clothes, it isn’t your responsibility to fix them.”

“You really are shameless. You see someone’s pale arm and immediately start imagining their thighs!”

Rong Zhenlü froze.

A moment later, he closed his eyes.

The Immortal Lord, who had restrained himself and observed proper etiquette since childhood, stood cold and ascetic like a god upon a lofty altar.

Yet the tips of his ears slowly turned red.