Night fell.
Wang Xuanyi rested his chin in his hand and stared at Huo Huang and Murong Qing, who had just finished soaking in the hot spring, falling into deep thought.
“So, one of you massaged my shoulders and back today, and the other massaged my thighs, all because you don't want to go back to Tianyun Peak?” Wang Xuanyi asked, raising one eyebrow higher than the other.
“Hehe, that's right!”
Huo Huang giggled. She really couldn't stand staying in a cold and desolate place like Tianyun Peak anymore, especially under Leng Ning'an's incredibly frigid gaze.
Huo Huang searched through her memories but couldn't find any recollection of offending her, nor could she understand why that woman harbored a hint of hostility toward her.
The only possible explanation was Long Zitian.
The news of the two of them becoming a couple was known to the entire Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect, and the recently awakened Huo Huang was no exception.
But Huo Huang had absolutely no interest in Long Zitian. He was just a libertine and a bore, completely incomparable to even a single word from her brother.
As for Murong Qing, she was like a piece of plaster that wouldn't unstick, simply wanting to sleep with her big brother.
“Please, Big Brother~”
Murong Qing shook Wang Xuanyi's arm, her face filled with a pleading expression.
“Brother, just let your little sister sleep with you.”
Huo Huang shook his other arm. One big, one small, they swayed him back and forth, both wearing pleading, pitiful expressions.
“Hmm...” After thinking for a moment, Wang Xuanyi replied, “Just for tonight. Tomorrow, both of you go back to where you came from.”
“Yay!”
Huo Huang and Murong Qing immediately struck victory poses.
Wang Xuanyi sighed softly.
He then led the two little ones back into the bamboo hut, giving up the bamboo bed and quilts to them while he made a makeshift bed on the floor.
Inside the bamboo hut, the two of them curiously looked around Wang Xuanyi's room, inspecting this and fiddling with that, causing quite a fuss before finally settling down.
Wang Xuanyi sat on his floor bed in a simple robe, his arms crossed, and said in a solemn, earnest tone, “Go to sleep after you finish this fruit drink. No staying up late, and absolutely no crawling into my blankets. Got it?”
“Then Big Brother has to tell us a bedtime story.”
The two little ones sipped their fruit drinks, blinking their large eyes at Wang Xuanyi.
“Uh... well...”
Wang Xuanyi frowned as he thought. Bedtime stories were things from so many years ago; he hadn't even heard a lullaby himself, so how was he supposed to tell them one?
“Please?”
“Fine.”
He really couldn't handle these two. They would act cute at the drop of a hat.
Unfortunately, Wang Xuanyi was soft-hearted and couldn't resist persuasion, making them his ultimate weakness.
“Then Big Brother, tell us a bedtime story.”
The two little ones sensibly pulled up the quilt, poking their small heads out from underneath—the smaller one in front, the larger one behind—staring at Wang Xuanyi with blinking eyes.
“Hmm... let me think of what story to tell.”
A light bulb went off in Wang Xuanyi's head. He had it. He thought of a story that had been household knowledge in his past life, and said softly, “The little girl who sold nuclear bombs... the Little Match Girl...”
Perhaps the story was too boring, or perhaps the two little ones were simply exhausted from playing all day. Before long, they drifted into dreamland, their soft snores echoing inside the bamboo hut.
Wang Xuanyi stepped forward to tuck them in, whispering, “Good night.” After that, he returned to his bed on the floor, resting his head on his arms as thoughts churned in his mind.
For Wang Xuanyi, this was perhaps his only solace in this world.
Reincarnated here as an infant, he had been abandoned in a daze, surrounded by wild beasts. If he hadn't crossed paths with Xiao Hongye, he probably wouldn't have survived.
Having lived in the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect for over a decade, he hadn't achieved anything grand, nor did he wish to. He simply wanted this peaceful life to continue forever.
Yet, deep down, he probably knew that he could not live like an ordinary cultivator.
Putting aside the messy plot, he could no longer use a reader's perspective to seize future opportunities.
Taking things one step at a time had already become a luxury.
Gradually, he also fell fast asleep.
...
The next day.
In his sleep, Wang Xuanyi's brow furrowed. He felt as if some foreign object was stuffed in his mouth, causing him immense discomfort. Drowsily, he opened his eyes.
“Huh?”
At some point, the two little ones had rolled off the bed and onto his floor mattress, sleeping in an incomprehensible and bizarre position.
Huo Huang was sprawled out in a starfish shape right on top of him, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. Her fair, tender feet kicked around randomly, though it was unclear who was getting the short end of the stick.
Murong Qing's sleeping posture was no better. She was curled up like a sloth bear, her bottom sticking up as she clung to Wang Xuanyi's arm.
“Junior Brother, do you like this?”
“!”
Wang Xuanyi turned his head mechanically and witnessed a terrifying scene. Wenren Jing was once again lying beside him without him realizing, her eyes wide open.
“Hey!”
A startled cry echoed across the entirety of Tianzhu Peak.
The passing disciples were already used to it. Every once in a while, this peak would sound as if it were haunted. They had truly grown accustomed to it.
In the bamboo forest, Wang Xuanyi stood like a strict teacher, staring solemnly at the three standing in punishment. He declared, “Huo Huang, Little Murong, both of you are banned from staying overnight at Tianzhu Peak from now on!”
“Eh?!”
Ignoring the protests of the two little ones, Wang Xuanyi turned to Wenren Jing and said, “Senior Sister, and you as well. You are forbidden from entering and leaving my room as you please. If you need anything, please knock.”
“I don't want to.”
Wenren Jing refused on the spot.
“Right, we don't want to either.” The two little ones seemed to have found their pillar of support, instantly hiding behind Wenren Jing to voice their strong protests.
“The protests of all three of you are invalid! Men and women should maintain proper distance!”
“But you are my and Qing'er's brother.”
“Yeah, Big Brother.”
“And you are my junior brother!”
“...”
Each of the three had their own excuse, and each was more self-righteous than the last.
“You three, seriously...”
Wang Xuanyi held his forehead in exasperation, slumping powerlessly onto a stone stool. When he looked up, he saw the "silly bird" staring back at him from above.
“Hic, Little Xuan, good morning.”
The Immortal Phoenix's face was flushed, her tiny body swaying as if she had been drunk all night. Was there anything more despairing than this?
Probably not.
“This Tianzhu Peak... I feel like it's going to be destroyed sooner or later, which would save me the worry.”
It was hard to imagine. In just a few short minutes of the morning, out of the tens of thousands of disciples in the massive Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect, the most eccentric ones had all gathered right here on Tianzhu Peak.
“Whatever, I'll go prepare breakfast.”
Wang Xuanyi stood up, planning to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for everyone. After taking a few steps, he turned around and told them, “Huo Huang, Little Murong, remember to go back to Tianyun Peak after eating. Don't let playing around delay your cultivation, or Martial Aunt Xiao will definitely never let you come here again.”
“!”
Only now did alarm bells ring in their heads. They had been so focused on mooching food and drinks off their brother that they had completely forgotten about cultivation, not to mention that they still had a cold and aloof master watching over them.
“Mhm, mhm.”
The two nodded like chickens pecking at grain, understanding Wang Xuanyi's point.
Next, Wang Xuanyi turned to Wenren Jing. “Senior Sister, about Martial Aunt Su's side...”
As if she had prepared for this, Wenren Jing raised her hands and interrupted, “Junior Brother, Master said I should hang out with you more, and that there's no need to rush my cultivation.”
“...”
Rate on N.U.
