AGDK Chapter 11

Han Zhiyuan saw Feng Yu sitting cross-legged, the tips of his long hair sweeping across the green grass, making a striking contrast. The immortal spirit grass transformed into a soft light and merged into the center of Feng Yu’s forehead, enveloping him in a gentle white glow, giving him an otherworldly, divine appearance.

Han Zhiyuan couldn’t help but feel something was off as he watched Feng Yu, possibly because of their recent intimate encounter. He found himself staring, unable to look away, until Hei Dan tugged on his pants leg for a long time to snap him out of it. When Han Zhiyuan looked down, he saw Hei Dan looking up at him with big, blinking eyes, tilting his head from side to side, his tail swishing back and forth.

“Daddy, I’m hungry.”

This isn’t a dragon; it’s more like a begging dog, Han Zhiyuan thought, his face darkening. “Your dad’s hungry too. Do I look like I have anything to eat?”

“Eat grass, eat grass,” Hei Dan said excitedly, his big eyes fixed on Han Zhiyuan’s chest.

“Grass?” Han Zhiyuan was stunned. Dragons are herbivores? He looked around at the lush green grass. Couldn’t Hei Dan just graze? With that thought, Han Zhiyuan kindly summoned his life-bound Xuanqing Sword and cut a handful of grass, handing it to Hei Dan with a friendly smile. “Here, it’s fresh.”

Hei Dan looked at the grass with obvious disdain, which shocked Han Zhiyuan. He then realized Hei Dan had been eyeing his chest all along. It dawned on him that Hei Dan was after his precious spiritual herbs.

Han Zhiyuan then witnessed Hei Dan devouring his high-level spiritual herbs in one gulp. Even the least valuable herb was something most cultivators couldn’t afford in a lifetime. Fortunately, Han Zhiyuan kept one herb for himself, refining it to quell his hunger.

When he looked up, Feng Yu had also finished refining his herb. Feng Yu’s aura was even more ethereal, and the oppressive feeling he had previously exuded had significantly diminished, becoming completely subdued.

“How do you feel?” Han Zhiyuan asked.

Feng Yu’s pale red eyes slowly opened, and he looked at Han Zhiyuan. “I’ve recovered eighty percent.”

Han Zhiyuan was overjoyed. With the demon emperor’s eighty percent strength, he could sweep across the world. It was time to get down to business. “I have a question for you. You must answer honestly; it concerns whether you can lift the restriction.”

Feng Yu raised an eyebrow. “Speak.”

“If you were to marry and have children, would you prefer a man or a woman?” Han Zhiyuan asked seriously. Most people generally liked women, but after their intimate encounter, he couldn’t help but wonder, especially since Feng Yu seemed to enjoy it. Han Zhiyuan did too, though it was an accident.

Feng Yu’s pale red eyes flashed with an unusual light as he stared unwaveringly at Han Zhiyuan. He had always been detached from worldly desires, focusing solely on his cultivation. However, after their encounter at Huangduan Mountain with the poison from the Emperor Lake Snake, Feng Yu had felt a strange, pleasant sensation. Nevertheless, if he were to marry and have children, it would be with a woman. Men couldn’t bear children, after all. But for him, pursuing the Dao was his lifelong goal; marriage and children were out of the question.

Han Zhiyuan blinked. Did he not enjoy it? Who would believe that he didn’t like men with such a reaction? “Alright, very well. Next, we’ll head to the Sacred Land of Luoshui.”

“Hmm?” Feng Yu didn’t understand the connection, while Hei Dan clapped his hands excitedly. “Good, good.”

Half a month later, the two, along with Hei Dan, arrived at the Sacred Land of Luoshui, specifically at Fairy Peak. Just the name was enough to captivate people, especially men. Known for its beautiful women, Fairy Peak was the perfect match for the noble and aloof Peacock King. Everyone knew the Sacred Land of Luoshui only accepted female disciples, but these women were no weaker than men. As one of the Five Sacred Lands, they had earned their reputation through strength.

The female disciples of the Sacred Land of Luoshui were all beauties, and the Sacred Maiden was the goddess of the Nine Heavens Continent, idolized by men everywhere. Any man would be smitten by such a woman, even the stone-hearted Peacock King.

Surrounded by towering mountains and shrouded in mist, Fairy Peak resembled a fairyland, devoid of any trace of the mundane world. The sight alone was spiritually uplifting, with verdant greenery and a serene atmosphere.

Han Zhiyuan dragged the stoic Peacock King to the foot of Fairy Peak. After half a month together, they had become somewhat familiar, and Han Zhiyuan had developed a resilience to the cold. The entrance was guarded by two stunning beauties, much to Han Zhiyuan’s satisfaction.

To avoid revealing Hei Dan’s identity, Han Zhiyuan kept him in a storage ring. Speaking of which, Han Zhiyuan had to thank the Bird King for his generosity. Cultivators often crafted spatial rings to carry their belongings, but the materials were extremely expensive. A storage ring that could hold living creatures was a rare treasure, affordable only to high-ranking figures like the Martial Emperor or Demon Emperor. Feng Yu had given it to Han Zhiyuan without hesitation, making Han Zhiyuan think it would be amazing if he could bring it back to the modern world.

Han Zhiyuan first asked a local about Fairy Peak, such as whether they accepted male disciples and if the Sacred Maiden was married. The locals treated him like a country bumpkin, saying that these were taboo topics. The fairies were not to be sullied by men; they were to be worshipped.

So how could one get to Fairy Peak? Han Zhiyuan confirmed with them that the Sacred Maiden resided in the holy temple at the peak.

Normally, any man trying to enter Fairy Peak would be dreaming. Even if he sneaked in, he would be hunted down by the entire Sacred Land of Luoshui. But the situation was different this time. The Five Sacred Lands held a grand competition every three years, where young talents from each land competed. This year’s event was to be held at Fairy Peak in three days, bringing together the top young talents from the other four Sacred Lands. This was their chance.

However, only the Five Sacred Lands were allowed.

“What do we do?” Han Zhiyuan asked the still-expressionless Feng Yu.

Feng Yu didn’t ask why Han Zhiyuan wanted to go to Fairy Peak, remaining silent. His pale red eyes briefly glanced at Han Zhiyuan before closing again.

“You’re a Demon Emperor, capable of great feats. Can you sneak us in unnoticed?”

Feng Yu gave Han Zhiyuan a sidelong glance and coldly replied, “The Sacred Land of Luoshui also has Martial Emperor-level guardians.” Meaning he was currently hiding his true strength, maintaining a level similar to Han Zhiyuan’s as a Grand Martial Master. Any use of higher-level demon power would be detected immediately.

Han Zhiyuan pondered for a moment. “Looks like we need to blend in with one of the other four Sacred Lands.” He then raised an eyebrow at Feng Yu. “Aren’t you the Peacock King? You should be familiar with the beasts from the Four Symbols Sacred Land, right?”

Feng Yu remained expressionless, still unclear about Han Zhiyuan’s intentions. Recently, he had been feeling unusually irritable. He finally interrupted Han Zhiyuan’s expectations coldly, “They’ve already gone up.” He could sense their presence.

Han Zhiyuan was speechless.

As the two stood in silent confrontation, a familiar, joyful voice reached Han Zhiyuan’s ears.

“Young friend! Oh, young friend, you’ve broken through? You’ve advanced two levels! Immeasurable Holy Mother!”

No need to guess who it was. The familiar face with squinty eyes was none other than the patch-covered old Taoist who had thrown him into the mud puddle. This time, he wasn’t wearing his patchwork robe, and he was accompanied by a dozen young men and women in matching Taoist robes, one holding a flag that read “Qingxu Sacred Land.”

Han Zhiyuan smiled at the patch-covered Taoist, who looked uneasy under his gaze. He had found his way up.

That day, Han Zhiyuan and Feng Yu ascended Fairy Peak disguised as disciples of the Qingxu Sacred Land. Indeed, it was a place teeming with beauties. Han Zhiyuan’s eyes roamed over the various women, thoroughly enjoying himself. Meanwhile, the always cold Peacock King, with his striking silver hair and enchanting face, attracted attention wherever he went. Not only did the women of the Luoshui Sacred Land stare at him, but even the usually indifferent female disciples of the Qingxu Sacred Land couldn’t take their eyes off him. However, Han Zhiyuan noticed that Feng Yu’s expression grew darker, his occasional glances colder than usual.

The Five Sacred Lands held the grand competition every three years to promote learning and exchange among the young talents, as well as to flaunt their strength. This year, the Luoshui Sacred Land was the host. The disciples from the other four lands were accommodated in the guest hall, with two people sharing a room.

Naturally, Han Zhiyuan and Feng Yu shared a room. However, Feng Yu seemed even stranger than usual. His mood swung between extreme heat and cold, and he appeared unusually agitated. Who had offended him?

“Did you fancy any of the fairies today?”

Han Zhiyuan’s question was met with Feng Yu’s dark red eyes, tinged with a hint of inexplicable anger.

“So, none of them,” Han Zhiyuan concluded. It was normal; ordinary people couldn’t catch the eye of someone like the Peacock King, who had been single for a thousand years.

It was late, and Han Zhiyuan, having not slept in a bed for half a month, decided to rest. They had three days to figure things out. But there was only one bed. Who would sleep? Knowing that cultivators often went without sleep for extended periods, Han Zhiyuan assumed the Peacock King could do the same, so he lay down.

However, he couldn’t ignore the intense gaze on him. “Are you hot?”

The moment he asked, he was met with Feng Yu’s bright eyes in the darkness, burning with intensity, causing Han Zhiyuan’s heart to race.

Feeling a warm hand grasp his own and press it against something, Han Zhiyuan’s heart skipped a beat. He instinctively tried to pull away but found he couldn’t move.

“What are you doing? I’m not that kind of person!”

“Help me,” Feng Yu said irritably, his breath hot against Han Zhiyuan’s face.

Han Zhiyuan felt a surge of heat but protested, “You’ve held out for a thousand years. What’s the rush?”

“Hurry,” Feng Yu demanded.

“Fine, but only if you let me have another go,” Han Zhiyuan said with a mischievous smile.

Feng Yu, dazed, tilted his head slightly before repeating, “Hurry.”

Han Zhiyuan: !!!