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The meaning of Ban Yu’s words was very obvious.
After having been a bachelor for more than three hundred years, he could no longer endure!
He wanted to treat Feng Yang best, with all everything he had, and more importantly, he wanted to be more intimate with him!
But the thought that was circulating in Feng Yang’s mind right now was— Which dragon had ever been single for more than 300 years ah? Was that even possible?
The dragons and phoenixes were part of The Great Four Clans in the immortal realm.
As the head of the Four Clans, the dragons organized a gathering every five to six years to discuss the common development of each clan, form new clan rules, and so on.
Due to gathering only occasionally, the clans didn’t have much contact with each other, and weren’t familiar with most of the members from the other clans.
The Kings of the Four Clans would only bring their strongest and most outstanding members to these kinds of gatherings.
Feng Yang had once participated in this event when he was small, along with his mother. But by the time the next gathering took place, his mother was no longer there. Feng Yuyan took that cheap mother-and-son duo to the meeting instead.
Thus, Feng Yang wasn’t familiar with any dragon. Feng Xi would be the one to know them better than him.
For the ‘young’ Feng Yang, he had only heard some people say before that there were many ‘old’ dragons in the dragon clan who were over a hundred years old, and each of them possessed an outstanding appearance.
So, in the end, who was Ban Yu?
Was he really over 300 years old as he had just said? Was he really just a dead old man wearing the appearance of a college student who he thought looked less than 30 years old?
Damn, he’s over ten times my age!
“Baby, why are you not talking?” Ban Yu was lying on the bed, looking lazy. “Are you surprised? Hmm, there are indeed not many dragons as clean and reserved as me. You’re so lucky!”
“Surprised? This old man takes one's undeserved gain for granted!”
Feng Yang, who was also lying down, poked his forehead. “If I had known you were this old, I would not have agreed to be with you.”
“Why? Do you know how many people want me, but I turned down all of them?”
A 300-year-old geezer with a handsome appearance and high cultivation technique like him was highly sought-after! Many people, who had sought him to dual-cultivate with him had all been rejected by him! Yet, he was actually being rejected by this little phoenix huh?
“You are older than my mother,” Feng Yang said after thinking for a long time, pondering over this fact.
In fact, immortals would often be considered to be ‘old’ in terms of age but not in regards to their appearance, simply because they lived for a long, long time. It was normal for some of them to even live for thousands of years.
Nevertheless, it was a bit strange for Feng Yang.
What he said wasn’t nonsense, Ban Yu really was older than his mother.
If his mother was still alive, she would only be over a 100 years old, and his cheap father, Feng Yuyan, was still not even 200 years old.
But Ban Yu was over 300 years old!
In terms of seniority, he should be about the same age as Feng Yang’s grandfather, right?
Ban Yu also poked him in return, but instead of the forehead, he poked the tip of Feng Yang’s nose gently.
“What should I do? Baby, I want to eat your tender grass. Can you give it to me, hmm?”
Feng Yang turned his face away uneasily.
His EQ wasn’t that low to not notice what Ban Yu wanted, if not, their relationship wouldn’t have developed this fast.
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Ban Yu sighed. He really didn’t want to answer this question again, who knew how many times Feng Yang had already asked this.
But he still patiently answered it anyway, “Mo Ting. The leg hair of Mo Ting Xianjun is also a part of Mo Ting Xianjun, isn’t it? You can call me Mo Ting.”
Feng Yang suddenly grinned. “Can I call you ‘Leg Hair’ instead?”
“Baby, you can call me whatever you want. It’s fine as long as you’re happy.”
Ban Yu said again, “But, if we’re together and someone asks you who I am, will you tell them, ‘This is my boyfriend, Leg Hair’? Won’t you be the one who’s embarrassed then?”
Feng Yang pouted and glared.
Ban Yu smiled meaningfully. “In fact, no matter what you call me now, there will only be one way left for you to address me with in the end.”
Feng Yang raised her eyebrows. “What?”
Ban Yu: “Guess.”
Feng Yang pretended to think hard about it and smiled. “…Want me to call you with it out now? In your dreams!”
Ban Yu looked disappointed and sighed. “Baby, it’s not hard to think of. Even if you just call me “husband” once in a lifetime, will I become angry at you?”
Feng Yang shook his head.
In fact, the ‘crazy’ Ban Yu could really drive him to anger, but when he was in his right state of mind, he treated him really well.
He personally made him fried cicadas, brought him cups of hot milk, even ground his own dragon scale to treat his injury so that his spiritual roots could heal faster.
All these things, no matter how small, needed time and effort, and Ban Yu had been persistently doing all of them for him.
This man never lost his temper with him, nor had he gotten angry at him. Even during the times that Feng Yang had called him names, he might have gotten angry, but he had never taken any of those words to heart. Otherwise, with the kind of temper he had, which easily exploded like a firecracker, how could Ban Yu still continue to be so good to him?
He also didn’t know when exactly his heart was taken by this person…
Thus, Feng Yang leaned forward and kissed Ban Yu’s forehead without any warning.
This person’s face was different from that of the mortal Ban Yu, but the familiar feeling he exuded was still there—this was the one warming his heart, the one person he liked.
In response, Ban Yu pulled him into his arms and gave him a deep kiss, wishing that he could meld the other person into his body.
After a while, he let go.
“Go and bring your real body out. I’ll help you with the treatment, okay?”
Feng Yang stared at Ban Yu’s eyes for a while before nodding.
“Do you want me to accompany you?” asked Ban Yu.
Feng Yang didn’t want to let Ban Yu see the things inside, so he refused. “No, it’s fine. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”
Feng Yang spread his right hand out wide, and some light blue spots gradually appeared on his palm. These light spots gathered together to become a mountain-shaped ornament.
It was the Xuanbing prison.
Ban Yu recognized this thing. He had not expected Feng Yang to hide it in his own soul-space, it was no wonder he’d never felt it.
Feng Yang didn’t want to enter this rather familiar cold prison again. However, he thought it would be for the better if he could retrieve his real body for Ban Yu to heal.
Besides, he was already being tempted by that old dragon!
The Xuanbing prison could be controlled by its holder’s thoughts. As the holder, Feng Yang entered through the prison’s main door and then divided the whole prison into multiple cells, so as to separate his real body from the three people inside.
But strangely, even after walking for a while, he heard no sound coming from the inside.
Had they already frozen? Or had it become too cold for them to even open their mouths and utter any sound?
The flow of time in Xuanbing prison was the same as that of the mortal world. Ban Yu wouldn’t get anxious due to waiting.
As he stood beside his original body which was clothed in a tattered robe, Feng Yang sensed that the other three people’s physical bodies were still inside, but their spiritual bodies…
Feng Yang closed his eyes abruptly and his heart sank.
One of them was missing! It was Feng Yuyan, his spirit was not here!
“Mo-Mother, Queen Mother…” Feng Xi’s trembling voice sounded out, “By this time, has Fa-Fa-Father, Father King re-returned to the clan?”
“Pro-probably.” Chang Siwan had already frozen solid, her beautiful face covered entirely with frost.
Her eyebrows, eyelashes, and hair were now all snow white. For every single day that she remained stuck in this prison, she wondered if she would ultimately just freeze to death, or would she still open her eyes and continue on in this frozen state.
“Hopefully, Fa-Fa-Father King wo-would reach the mo-mortal world quickly… Or else, we’ll be st-stuck here for who knows how long.”
Feng Xi hugged his mother tightly, cursing Feng Yang by saying that even a thousand cuts wouldn’t be enough punishment for him.
“My son, d-d-don’t worry. W-wait until y-your father finds that d-damn Feng Yang. H-he will d-definitely s-save us! W-when you i-inherit t-the throne, l-let’s s-skin him alive.”
Feng Yang sneered and made a chilly remark. “It’s uncertain who will skin whom. Take your time and enjoy the cold. When he gets you out of here, I think death won’t be far from you.”
Chang Siwan was startled by the sound of this voice and looked around in all directions. “F-Feng Yang?”
Feng Xi shouted, “Feng Yang! L-l-let us out o-of here!”
Feng Yang raised his eyebrows. “Let you out of here? Chickens should be kept in a cage. Just accept it ah!”
Before the two of them could say anything more, Feng Yang exited the prison with his body and reappeared inside the room in the hot spring resort.
Ban Yu swiftly took hold of the body and put it on the soft sofa. Ban Yu’s and Little Feng Yang’s mortal bodies were already occupying the bed, so there was no space there.
Ban Yu had already heard that Feng Yang was seriously injured, but he never expected that the wounds would be this serious. There were so many of them that he had no heart to imagine the kind of torture he had experienced in that cold prison.
There was no intact skin left on this body under the tattered wide-sleeved robe, all of it was covered in welt marks. Especially the wound on his face—it was so deep that the thick dried blood covering it was shocking.
This was Feng Yang’s real body. The one that possessed fiery long hair and a beautiful appearance, but now, it was ruined.
Feng Yang pursed his lips and said, “Don’t look at it. It’s disgusting. Let me wash it first.”
Ban Yu clenched his fists. “Who did it? Feng Yuyan?”
Feng Yang gently nodded his head. “I had locked him in the Xuanbing prison, but just discovered that his spiritual body isn’t there anymore. The Patriarchs must have already learned about his disappearance and so must have summoned him.”
Ban Yu patted his head. “It’s fine. It saves me the time of having to propose a marriage.”
Feng Yang glared at him. “I don’t regard him as my father. Why are you still thinking of getting his permission?”
“That’s true, but I want to meet him. Since he hurt you like this, I won’t let him go.”
Ban Yu converged his spiritual Qi into his palm, then covered Feng Yang’s forehead with a ball of warm and pale golden light.
The golden light wrapped around Feng Yang’s body with a speed visible to the naked eye, and closed and healed all the wounds rather quickly, the whole process only taking less than a minute.
Feng Yang was stunned. “How can it work so fast?”
Ban Yu rolled his eyes playfully. “Well, someone calls me Xianjun’s leg hair, so it’s short and quick! Don’t you agree?”
Feng Yang was shocked. “So petty, you’re still holding a grudge about that?”
“Yes, and will continue to do so until I can give you all of my more-than-300-years worth of savings.”
Feng Yang looked at Ban Yu suspiciously. He didn’t quite understand what he meant when talking about his more-than-300-years worth of savings. Was he referring to his treasure hoard?
Anyway, seeing that the treatment had been done so well, he asked, “Are you really Mo Ting Xianjun?”
“No, I’m his leg hair!”
Feng Yang humphed, then turned around and entered his original body. He then went to the bathroom to take a bath.
Ban Yu, this person!
Even now, Feng Yang still thought that it was impossible for Ban Yu to be Mo Ting Xianjun.
First, if he was indeed Mo Ting Xianjun, he should have been able to heal his spiritual roots in the blink of an eye.
Second, Mo Ting Xianjun was a rare genius born in ten thousand years, so there was no way he could have failed a heavenly tribulation. Moreover, he shouldn’t be experiencing the tribulation again at this time…
But, wouldn’t that mean that Ban Yu was lying to him this whole time, and moreso, was there even a need for Ban Yu to do so?
Feng Yang, who didn’t know the truth, was still lost and confused by these messy thoughts.
Setting all of that aside, he took off his robe, turned on the shower, and started to wash his entire body carefully.
Hearing the sound of water splashing from the bathroom, Ban Yu quickly reconstructed a body that was exactly the same as his original body, the very one that had been struck by lightning at his father’s tribulation, the whereabouts of which was something he had absolutely no idea about right now.
Ban Yu looked at his appearance in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction. He knocked on the bathroom door and asked, “Baby, can I come in?”
Feng Yang replied without thinking, “No!”
As a more-than-300-year-old mighty dragon, would Ban Yu listen to him?
Naturally, no.
He pushed open the door and went in, bare-bodied, devoid of even a single thread.
Feng Yang turned his head to see a stark naked Ban Yu in his new form, and his face turned red.
“You! Why—”
Ban Yu closed the distance between them and hugged Feng Yang. “Why? I’m coming to see my wife. It’s perfectly right in every sense.”
Feng Yang pushed him back, but it was of no avail. This situation was extremely embarrassing to him.
“How can I wash myself if you hug me like this?”
“Don’t wash. Just let me hold you for a while.”
Feng Yang’s head was pressed down on Ban Yu’s shoulder. He could only stare at the wall behind Ban Yu in silence.
Unbeknownst to both of them, somewhere, in another plane, the four Patriarchs and Feng Yuyan, in his spiritual body, were about to use the summoning spell on a certain phoenix…
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The author has something to say:
Ban Yu: Anyone who dares to snatch my little fiancée deserves to be killed, hmph!
“more-than-300-years worth of savings”… is this what I think it is..? If yes, then damn, what a rogue you are Mo Ting…
Thanks for the chapter~
If it’s not then it means I’m just dirty to think in this direction 😔
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OHHHHHHHHHH I GET IT NOOOOW 😲
I was thinking about how dragons usually hoard treasures, but now I have a new direction to think about 😂
Can’t wait for those 2 to clean up the Phoenix kingdom from trash 😤
Thank you for the chapter ❤
Wait, wait, wait…!!!
Are they gonna summon Feng Yang when he’s taking a shower?? 😂😂
Thanks for the update, I’m looking forward how furious Ban Yu will be seeing he will get interrupted… 🤣
ikr
I hope they accidentally summon FY’s new wrap, too.
Thanks for the chapter! 😘
Wait, they’re WHAT?!
Thanks for the chapter! 🙂
They’re really just seeking death aren’t they.
Thanks for the great translation ♥️
Hahahaha..BanYu is good at stealing Feng Yang tofu now🤣🤣
Of course they would, what could possibly happen except for the 90% probability of me accepting second hand embarrassment in the next chapter? Anyway thank you for the chapter~
300 years of savings…
It refers to that right? Or am I just… dirty minded. 🤣
Also, if anything happens to Yangyang, I will singlehandedly tear down the phoenix clan.
Thank you so much for sharing 💐👏🙏❤️🐲🐉