78 Day 77: The Scum Is Pruden (2/2)

Chen Qing continued, ignoring Wu Fan's reaction. ”Geez. That guy already knew you wouldn't notice his feelings towards you, but he still waited – ah?” she said when she saw Wu Fan turned. ”Sect Leader?” she called. ”Where are you - ?!” she said, shocked, when Wu Fan suddenly flew away and vanished as fast as a lightning.

Well, he literally flew like a lightning, startling the guests.

”Geez...” Chen Qing said and pouted.

”Mother.” Chen Shen called her.

Chen Qing's face went bright as she turned to her long-lost son. ”Ah Shen!” she said and hugged him tight.

Chen Shen chuckled, then pulled Mu Xin. Mu Xin smiled, shy, as he respectfully bowed to his now mother-in-law.

His eyes went wide when Chen Qing hugged him tight, too.

This scene earned a laugh from Wen Yan, who's watching them from afar together with the Newfound Sect, which Chen Shen will be joining to later.

The sect is close to the Demonic Land, where the Demonic Sect and Mu Xin is.

Ho Yue looked around and smiled as he saw the lively scene.

”Shifu.” Gong Xian called.

Ho Yue turned. ”Xian-er.” He said. ”How're you and your fellow disciples?” he asked.

They are helping with the wedding's preparations and ceremonies.

”We're perfectly fine, shifu.” Gong Xian answered and respectfully bowed.

Ho Yue smiled. ”Remember this well. If one of you gets married in the future, at least you know and could help with the wedding preparations of your brothers (fellow disciples).” He told him.

Gong Xian stared at him. ”Does shifu has someone who he wants to marry?” he asked.

”Hm?” Ho Yue said and think. ”Hmm... for now, there's none. Shifu is still young, you know?” he said and laughed. ”I even barely manage you all.” He said and sighed, pitying his disciples because he doesn't spend much time with them.

”Then, I'll help shifu.” Gong Xian said.

Ho Yue's face lit up, an idea popped in his mind. ”Right!” he said and smiled. ”If Xian-er will help me, then that makes you my other half.” He joked and laughed as he patted his disciple's head.

”... shifu is fine with me?” Gong Xian asked, his face serious as he stared at Ho Yue.

His eyes are deep, holding different but intense emotions, as he looks at his master's smiling face.

”Hm?” Ho Yue's brows raised, then he laughed. ”My life would be better with Xian-er.” He said and smiled as he messed his disciple's hair.

But, Gong Xian didn't mind his now unruly hair. As long as it's his shifu...

”Then – ” he said as a smile formed on his lips. ” – I ask of shifu to wait until I become a man worthy of shifu.” He said and bowed. ”I say... after 5 years.” He said and looked up to Ho Yue who's still smiling stupidly while laughing.

Right now he's 16. 4 years are just a mere passing time for them, cultivators.

”Is shifu willing to wait for me in 4 years?” he asked and smiled brightly to his master who's clearly oblivious of his disciple's feelings.

”4 years? That's fine!” Ho Yue answered and heartily laughed.

He didn't notice he fell in a sweet trap covered with honey made only for him by his very own innocent yet actually twisted disciple. He made a promise without him knowing.

After 4 years, Ho Yue will be forced to marry his disciple. Will he (forced)...?

Promising Land.

Wu Fan is flying in his fastest speed towards the Promising Sect. He's not chased by demonic beasts, but the reason why he's flying this fast is more terrifying than the fiercest demonic beast.

He found out that his childhood best friend – Chen Jing, has long been in love with him.

His face went red as he closed his eyes tight, forcing the thought out of his mind. As a result, he crashed on a wall and fell.

”Wah - !” he exclaimed as he fell.

So pathetic, and shameful! He thought as he fell. For a sect leader like him... he thought and sighed as he slowly closed his eyes.

”Wu Fan!!” a familiar voice called.

He felt somebody caught his hand. He slowly opened his eyes.

”What the heck are you doing?!”

It was Chen Jing. He saw he's holding his hand, preventing him from falling.

”... Chen Jing...” he called. His face went serious as he moved his other hand.

His sword flew towards him. He immediately mounted his sword. He looked at Chen Jing, his face blank. He didn't notice it's in his (Chen Jing) house that he crashed.

”Wu Fan...?” Chen Jing called, puzzled, as he looked at Wu Fan's expression.

Wu Fan looked at his hand that's Chen Jing still holding and he pulled his hand back. ”Don't touch me.” he told him.

Chen Jing's forehead knotted. ”What the heck is wrong with you?” he asked as he leaned on the window frame. ”I'm here in my house, resting because I caught a cold, then suddenly woke up when something crashed on my wall...” he said, then looked at Wu Fan who's flying on his sword outside. ”... and saw it's you. How the hell did the sect leader crashed in a wall?” he asked. ”Or you intended to crash on my wall?” he asked and grinned, obviously teasing him.

But, Wu Fan just looked at him coldly. He saw the robe of Chen Jing is open in front, revealing his muscular chest. ”You said you caught a cold yet you dress so thinly... and openly.” He told him and looked away, his face covered in frost.

”Ah – ” Chen Jing said and immediately fixed his clothes.

Wu Fan scoffed. ”Take your time to rest, Chen Patriarch. So you could immediately give your blessings to Elder Fei and Elder Xi.” He told him, referring to Fei Ling and Xi Ling who got married today.

Chen Jing's brows raised, finally noticed the coldness of Wu Fan. ”Oh? Sect Leader, what's with this coldness?” he asked. ”The position of sect leader finally got in your head - ?” he asked, teasing him again.

Wu Fan turned to him. ”Then take this (sect leader position) back.” he said. ”This is rightfully for you, the Chen family.” He said.

He's referring to the Chen family who're supporting the sect but not taking the sect leader position when they could because family is more important to them.

And so the sect leader position fell to the hands of the Wu family, the second biggest supporter of the Promising Sect, as well as the second biggest powerhouse family. (Chen family is, of course, the first)

Chen Jing stared at him. ”What's gotten to you all of a sudden?” he asked when he saw Wu Fan's red eyes. ”Are you... crying?” he asked, surprised.

Wu Fan's eyes went wide and he immediately looked away. But, his tear that fell didn't escape Chen Jing's eyes.

”You're crying... why?” Chen Jing asked and stood up. The last time Wu Fan cried was when his wife died.

What could it be that made Wu Fan cry?

Wu Fan turned, his back facing him. ”Nothing.” He answered. ”Get well, Chen Patri – wah!” he exclaimed when Chen Jing suddenly jumped from his window and grabbed Wu Fan, making him almost fall. ”What're you - ?!” he asked, surprised.

”Tell me why are you crying, or I'll let go.” Chen Jing, dangling in Wu Fan's hand, said and loosened his hold in Wu Fan's hand.

Wu Fan's eyes went wide and immediately held Chen Jing's hand by his other hand. ”Idiot!” he yelled. ”Where's your sword?” he asked.

”... you could just drop me back inside my room.” Chen Jing said and looked at Wu Fan's expression. When Wu Fan didn't answer, he smiled. ”So it's me.” he said and sighed. ”I caused you pain again. Alright.” He said and lowered his head. ”I'll pay with my life – ” he said and let go of Wu Fan's hand.

Wu Fan's eyes went wide. ”Jing!” he called and jumped down his sword as he reached Chen Jing's hand.

Chen Jing's eyes went wide and he immediately grabbed Wu Fan. He covered Wu Fan's head and hugged him tight. He waved his hand. His sword flew out of his room and he grabbed it.

He sighed, relieved, when they almost hit the ground. ”Geez. You're really a pain – ” he said and looked at Wu Fan when he noticed Wu Fan's hugging him tightly. ”Fan?” he called. ”Ah.” He said, frozen, as he looked at Wu Fan's hair.

He remembered when they were young, they call each other by their first names. When they grew older, they added honorifics to each other's name as a sign of respect. When they became older, they called each other by their full names because of their position title.

He smiled. ”Fan. Let go.” He told him as he tried to free himself from Wu Fan's hug. ”Fan – ”

”I won't.” Wu Fan said, his face buried on his chest. ”Or you'll be gone again.” he said and sniffed.

Chen Jing smiled, already noticed the front of his robes are wet. Wu Fan's crying.

”I won't do it again.” he told him.

”... you promise?” Wu Fan asked.

”Mn.” Chen Jing answered. He smiled when Wu Fan slowly let him go. ”Fan.” He called when he's not looking at him. ”Can I take this as a 'yes'?” he asked and smiled, referring to Wu Fan hugging him.

Wu Fan turned to him, his face covered in tears but he's glaring at him. His nose is red and he's still sniffing.

So cute...! Chen Jing thought, holding back his laughter.

”No.” Wu Fan answered.

”Ah?” Chen Jing said and blinked.

”This is my 'yes'.” Wu Fan said and pulled Chen Jing's head to him and kissed him.

Chen Jing's eyes went wide, shocked. He saw Wu Fan's closing his eyes, feeling the kiss. He smiled as he wiped his tears and kissed him back.

The salt tears are nothing compared to a very sweet kiss.