After The Aloof Long Aotian Became Jealous Of Me - Chapter 6

Could Bai Yi really say no?

He restrained himself again and again before finally managing not to curse directly in Long Aotian’s face.

How could anyone be this awkward and contradictory?

Didn’t Long Aotian have an obsession with cleanliness? If Bai Yi actually climbed onto his body, he would surely be unhappy.

When Bai Yi read the original novel, he had never noticed Rong Zhenlü acting like this. Back then, he had actually liked Long Aotian’s personality quite a lot.

Bai Yi struggled to fly closer to him.

Making money was difficult, and swallowing humiliation was even worse, but what else could he do after Long Aotian had personally told him to choose a place?

The enormous man before him was cold and pale. His dark eyes looked toward Bai Yi as well, deep enough to draw someone inside, filled with emotions Bai Yi could not understand.

Because Rong Zhenlü had lowered his head to look at him, the front of his normally immaculate robes had fallen slightly open.

The gap appeared small, but to Bai Yi it was enormous—large enough for him to crawl inside.

At the same time, a large, jade-white hand with clearly defined knuckles lifted toward him, as though Rong Zhenlü would not mind if he landed in his palm either.

He appeared to be giving Bai Yi numerous choices.

However, Bai Yi had personally witnessed what happened to anyone who tried touching Long Aotian.

One only needed to remember the man Bai Yi had seen on Zhaoye Peak. That person had been electrocuted so thoroughly that not even ashes remained.

Therefore, anywhere that required even slight physical contact—inside his collar, against the hem of his robes, or on his palm—was absolutely forbidden.

This was obviously a trap.

The only part made from a somewhat harder material was his shoes.

Was Bai Yi supposed to stand on Long Aotian’s foot?

Heh.

That was probably exactly what Long Aotian wanted.

If he became displeased while flying, he could simply kick Bai Yi away like a ball.

Bai Yi could not survive even one kick from him.

Naturally, he would never truly stand on his foot.

He circled around Rong Zhenlü several times before finally flying toward the azure jade crown binding his hair and lying down inside it.

Excellent.

He had not touched even the slightest patch of skin.

“I’ll stay here.”

After saying so, Bai Yi settled down.

When Rong Zhenlü still did not begin flying after a moment, Bai Yi could not help grabbing the edge of the crown and peering downward.

The face below him possessed sharply defined contours. From this angle, Bai Yi could only see the tall, narrow bridge of Rong Zhenlü’s nose, not his expression.

He leaned farther over the edge.

A tiny, snow-white hand no larger than a bean emerged from within the azure jade crown and tightly gripped its elaborate patterns. His fingertips turned pink from the effort.

This time, he finally saw clearly.

Tsk.

Long Aotian seemed a little dejected.

He stood there silently with his lips pressed together.

Bai Yi could understand why. After all, he had failed to fall into Rong Zhenlü’s trap and had even chosen to lie on top of his head instead.

Just as Bai Yi prepared to pull his upper body back into the crown, the smooth jade beneath him caused him to slip.

His arms flailed frantically through the air as he nearly fell.

Fortunately, Rong Zhenlü caught him with one hand in time and supported him back into the crown.

The tiny hand touched the enormous jade-white palm.

Bai Yi’s skin felt unbelievably soft and delicate. His black hair scattered across Rong Zhenlü’s palm, and a faint tingling sensation traveled directly into his heart.

Rong Zhenlü withdrew his hand.

His fingers curled once before slowly loosening, while faint blue veins gradually emerged across the back of his hand.

Bai Yi leaned against the inner wall of the jade crown and stared down at his own hand, still carrying a lingering fragrance.

He had touched him.

After trying so hard to avoid it, he had still touched Long Aotian.

The icy sensation crept upward like a venomous snake.

Bai Yi attempted to lean over and examine Long Aotian’s reaction again, only to discover that Rong Zhenlü had already taken flight.

He carried Bai Yi back toward Zhaoye Peak as though nothing had happened.

Oh?

He did not mind?

Then again, hadn’t Long Aotian been the one who reached out first?

Otherwise, Bai Yi could never have touched him.

Perhaps because Bai Yi had become so small, the area of contact between them was also minimal. Long Aotian had probably released him before his obsession with cleanliness had time to flare up.

Bai Yi sat down and wrapped his arms around his knees.

His thoughts gradually became clearer.

No matter how much he flattered Long Aotian, the man would still become twisted with jealousy.

At the same time, Rong Zhenlü would consider the greater picture and would not truly harm him.

In that case, Bai Yi might as well behave however he pleased.

The result would be the same regardless.

After realizing this, Bai Yi began lovingly stroking the beautiful azure jade crown.

He could not put it down and rubbed nearly every part of it, covering the entire crown with his scent.

Everything belonging to Long Aotian was a valuable treasure.

Bai Yi knew that, considering Rong Zhenlü’s severe obsession with cleanliness, this obviously expensive jade crown would certainly be thrown away after Bai Yi touched it for so long.

He would never want to wear it again.

Yes.

Bai Yi had deliberately chosen to lie on something expensive.

…

A slight commotion arose within the inner sect.

After hearing that Immortal Lord Zhenlü had descended upon the immortal herb garden, numerous people hurried toward the area.

No one actually intended to approach and speak with him.

However, the Immortal Lord rarely returned to the Gongxian Sect. Whenever he appeared, the disciples could not resist drawing closer.

Unlike usual, this time they did not merely want to see the Immortal Lord.

Even more of them wished to see the legendary young disciple said to be more beautiful than Immortal Lord Zhenlü.

At the victory banquet, those who had attended had practically transformed the disciple into a nation-destroying enchantress through their descriptions.

Unfortunately, only a small number of disciples had been permitted to attend the banquet. Everyone else could only listen to the rumors and grow unbearably curious.

Figures descended one after another into the enormous immortal herb garden.

Disappointed to find no one there, they continued searching unwillingly.

No one noticed that high above the sunset clouds, something appeared slightly unusual about the incomparably noble Immortal Lord.

Tiny hands continuously emerged through the various openwork patterns of his jade crown.

Bai Yi used those brief seconds to touch every part of it, nearly saturating the entire crown with his scent.

Just as expected—

The moment they landed, Rong Zhenlü silently removed the crown.

His black hair spilled loose, making him appear even more cold and ethereal, untouched by worldly dust.

With an almost awkward movement, he placed the azure jade crown on a meditation cushion.

A soft pop sounded.

The tiny Bai Yi returned to his original size and landed directly on top of it.

The crown pressed against him slightly, but fortunately, the soft cushion beneath absorbed most of the impact.

Bai Yi pursed his lips to suppress his smile.

He pulled the crown out from beneath himself and placed it conspicuously in the exact center of the table.

He had touched it.

He had even sat on it.

It was completely covered in Bai Yi’s scent.

In the eyes of someone obsessed with cleanliness, this azure jade crown had now committed an unforgivable crime against heaven itself.

There was no possibility that Rong Zhenlü would ever wear it again.

Who would benefit from that?

Was there even any need to guess?

Bai Yi climbed down from the table with lowered eyes, behaving meekly as he moved away and pretended not to understand what he had done.

Rong Zhenlü passed beside him.

Huh?

Bai Yi turned around and saw a cold, pale hand pick up the azure jade crown.

Rong Zhenlü did not use spiritual energy, nor did he place it back on his head.

His knuckles reddened and protruded slightly as he avoided every place saturated with Bai Yi’s scent.

He placed the crown into an expensive treasure box and returned it to his storage ring.

Bai Yi’s mind buzzed.

Was the azure jade crown truly that expensive?

Even the mighty Long Aotian could not bear to throw it away?

He clearly disliked it so much, yet he still carefully packed it and returned it to his storage ring.

Someone unaware of the situation might assume it was an unimaginably rare treasure.

Now that Rong Zhenlü had placed it back inside the treasure box, hadn’t he simply contaminated the box as well?

Surely it was not that serious.

Long Aotian was enormously wealthy. To him, this really should have been nothing more than a jade crown.

Was he angry?

Did he prefer storing it away rather than allowing Bai Yi to profit from it?

Standing there, Bai Yi realized that he might have underestimated Long Aotian’s intelligence.

Someone so calculating and capable of suppressing his emotions would never allow Bai Yi to gain an advantage so easily.

Fine.

If he did not want to give it away, then so be it.

The spirit stone produced daily by the Immortal Thread Robe was enough for Bai Yi.

Before long, Rong Zhenlü returned.

He approached Bai Yi, carrying a faint, refreshing fragrance.

An exquisitely beautiful violet jade crown appeared before him.

Only one Violet Jade Crown existed in the world.

It was the same crown Zhong Tong’s master wished to borrow.

Bai Yi restrained his emotions and carefully lifted it, afraid of dropping or damaging it.

He nodded.

“I’ll give it to the Master of Baiye Peak in ten days.”

“This color suits you better.”

Bai Yi fell silent.

“…What?”

Rong Zhenlü stepped directly in front of him.

An unfamiliar cool fragrance filled Bai Yi’s nose.

Only then did he realize how tall the man truly was.

Bai Yi barely reached his shoulder.

The Violet Jade Crown left his hands and floated toward his head.

The top of Bai Yi’s head began to itch.

His fine, soft hair was touched, smooth as silk, while cool fingertips occasionally passed through the strands.

Rong Zhenlü was actually arranging his hair.

Bai Yi looked up in confusion.

The person before him kept his lips pressed together and never once lowered his gaze.

His raised sleeves slipped back, exposing a section of wrist.

Rong Zhenlü’s movements were somewhat inexperienced, as though he had never done anything similar before.

Yet he did not hurt Bai Yi.

They stood extremely close, while somehow never quite touching.

Seen from a distance, they would almost appear to be embracing.

The dazzling Violet Jade Crown was fastened atop Bai Yi’s hair.

Two violet-and-gold silk ribbons fell from it, flowing between the dark strands.

Bai Yi raised his eyes, and the radiance of his face became almost impossible to look at directly.

Rong Zhenlü finally glanced downward.

The tips of his already reddened ears immediately became even redder.

He looked away and spoke several sentences.

“This is Zhaoye Palace.”

“This room will belong to you from now on.”

“Yiyi.”

“Would you accompany me while I investigate my origins?”

Bai Yi had not yet recovered from the fact that Long Aotian had given him the Violet Jade Crown.

The moment he heard that they would investigate Rong Zhenlü’s origins, his eyes brightened, and he eagerly agreed.

That place contained excellent opportunities.

Only a fool would refuse to go.

The young man’s pleasant voice was filled with happiness and impatience.

At last, Rong Zhenlü smiled as well.

“Good. We’ll depart tomorrow evening.”

After Rong Zhenlü left, Bai Yi hurried to examine himself in a mirror.

He discovered that Rong Zhenlü’s ownership mark on the Violet Jade Crown had been erased.

The man had genuinely given it to him.

It made sense.

The crown was of little use to Rong Zhenlü.

Its greatest function was nurturing spiritual roots.

The longer someone wore it, the stronger their spiritual roots became. It was even possible for the crown to raise the grade of a spiritual root.

It was an exceptionally rare treasure in the cultivation world.

However…

Bai Yi did not possess spiritual roots at all.

He had physically transmigrated from Earth into the cultivation world. There was genuinely not the slightest trace of spiritual roots within his body.

His cultivation depended entirely upon the spiritual energy Rong Zhenlü had infused into him earlier.

Consequently, Bai Yi could not continue cultivating.

Even the Violet Jade Crown could not nurture something that did not exist and somehow create spiritual roots from nothing.

When viewed that way, placing the crown on Bai Yi’s head was a complete waste.

It could only serve as decoration.

A priceless treasure had been left to gather dust.

As expected, Long Aotian truly was Long Aotian.

He spent lavishly on his underlings.

Bai Yi now wore the Immortal Thread Robe and the Violet Jade Crown. His entire appearance was impossibly noble and expensive.

In the future, whenever Bai Yi appeared, anyone who saw him would say that Zhaoye Peak treated its disciples exceptionally well and that Immortal Lord Zhenlü was fiercely protective of his own people.

Long Aotian would gain another excellent reputation.

Meanwhile, Bai Yi would obtain no actual benefit from wearing the Violet Jade Crown.

Of course, Bai Yi would never waste a precious treasure the way Long Aotian did.

Once Rong Zhenlü finally became unable to tolerate him and expelled him, Bai Yi would find this treasure another wealthy owner.

Bai Yi touched the crown atop his head, unable to put it down.

He almost no longer wanted to accompany Long Aotian in investigating his origins.

He wished Rong Zhenlü would expel him immediately.

The treasure alone would allow him to spend extravagantly for the rest of his life.

Unfortunately, he was not certain whether Long Aotian would reclaim the Immortal Thread Robe and Violet Jade Crown when he left.

The only thing Bai Yi knew would not be taken back was the high-grade spirit stone Rong Zhenlü considered worthless.

But Bai Yi only had one.

Forget it.

He would remain for a while longer and save more first.

He had not forgotten that the Violet Jade Crown needed to be lent to the Master of Baiye Peak in ten days.

Bai Yi turned to inspect his new room.

He had not realized until now just how close it was to Rong Zhenlü’s private sleeping quarters.

It was practically next door.

Compared with the previous Jia-Ding Quarters, it was superior in every possible way.

Elegant and luxurious, it contained seven or eight separate rooms and was practically equivalent to a villa.

Spending even one day here would be pure enjoyment.

However, why did they have to wait until tomorrow evening before departing?

Bai Yi could not understand.

Long Aotian investigated matters extremely quickly. They could easily leave tonight.

Waiting a full day meant they would depart an entire day later than in the original novel.

Furthermore, the place they were about to visit was somewhat strange.

Even though Bai Yi had read the novel, he had never fully understood it.

He could only hope that nothing unexpected would happen.

Forget it.

If he could not understand something, then he would stop thinking about it.

Bai Yi comfortably bathed and went to sleep.

After all, if the heavens collapsed, Long Aotian would hold them up.

Late that night—

Inside Zhaoye Peak’s main hall, separated from Bai Yi’s room by only one wall, the young Immortal Lord sat in the highest position.

Brilliant light radiated around him, making him resemble an untouchable divine statue.

A ring that had nearly finished taking shape flickered within his palm.

The investigation into the pattern on Zhong Tong’s robes had already produced results.

The Zhong family had accidentally discovered it within a dangerous ancient ruin.

The pattern possessed extraordinary effects, and the Zhong family had risen to power because of it.

The ruins were located within the Immortal-Prohibited Land.

Inside that place, all spiritual energy would be completely drained.

Regardless of a cultivator’s level, anyone entering could rely only upon their physical body in combat.

Yiyi possessed no spiritual roots.

Once the spiritual energy infused into him was drained, his body would not be much stronger than that of an ordinary mortal.

Rong Zhenlü lowered his lashes and looked at the nearly completed protective ring in his hand.

This was the optimal moment to finish forging it, yet rare hesitation appeared on his face.

He did not know Yiyi’s measurements.

If the ring were too loose or too tight, it might fall off while they traveled.

He ought to look.

At this hour, Yiyi should already be asleep.

Going there directly would disturb him.

While considering the matter, Rong Zhenlü raised his hand.

A water mirror materialized silently before him.

The mirror would make no sound and would not disturb anyone.

He only needed one glance to determine the size.

Next door, Bai Yi was secretly staying awake late into the night.

There was nothing he could do.

A modern person’s sleeping habits were not so easily changed.

Even without a phone nearby, the room contained an enormous number of books.

There were even numerous strange tales and fictional stories from the cultivation world, and Bai Yi had become completely absorbed in them.

Long Aotian would never read such things.

Perhaps Steward Crane had deliberately gathered them for Bai Yi.

After placing a luminous night stone beside the bed, Bai Yi lay on his stomach atop the soft mattress and rubbed his tired eyes.

He would remain awake a little longer and wake up late tomorrow.

They were not departing until tomorrow evening anyway.

His slender fingers turned another page.

The quiet room contained only the sound of him reading.

While he was concentrating, something flickered at the edge of Bai Yi’s vision.

The familiar sequence of three, five, and one ripples appeared in the air.

There was clearly no water here, yet Long Aotian could draw moisture directly from the atmosphere and form a water mirror.

Wonderful.

He was spying on Bai Yi in the middle of the night.

This man’s paranoia truly was severe.

Perhaps because of habits developed during school, Bai Yi immediately hid the book beneath his pillow and prepared to turn over and pretend to be asleep.

However, he quickly decided that would not work.

Who slept while leaving a luminous stone beside their bed?

Besides, if Bai Yi did not teach Long Aotian a lesson, the man would continue secretly monitoring him in the future.

No one could remain on guard against a thief forever.

Before the water mirror completely formed, an idea occurred to Bai Yi.

The water mirror flickered several times before finally becoming clear.

The young man visible within it was not asleep.

He sat beside the bed in a daze, his delicate lips curved slightly upward, apparently in an excellent mood.

He happened to be facing the water mirror directly and was exceptionally close.

His smoky-violet eyes were pale and misty when open, while his nose was finely shaped and beautiful.

Rong Zhenlü’s fingers slowly curled.

He stared without moving.

The distant coldness between his brows gradually disappeared without his awareness, as though illuminated by a ray of sunlight.

After a long while, he returned to his senses.

Bai Yi’s hands remained hidden beneath the blanket, so Rong Zhenlü still could not determine the proper measurements.

He did not wish to continue spying.

He prepared to close the water mirror and ask tomorrow instead.

The next instant, Bai Yi suddenly began removing his clothes.

Without the slightest warning, a dazzling stretch of smooth, pale waist was revealed.

His flesh was firm and drew inward cleanly, forming exceptionally beautiful lines without the slightest trace of excess softness.

As he moved, his delicate navel trembled faintly, releasing a breathtaking sensuality all at once.

Bai Yi appeared completely unaware that he was being watched.

He exposed his body without suspicion, his beautiful eyes innocent and relaxed.

He resembled an enchantress who had no idea she was seducing anyone—enough to make anyone witnessing the scene lose themselves completely.

The water mirror exploded.

Next door, the young Immortal Lord’s face turned equally red, as though it might explode as well.