If Bu Liuqing knew that Lan Muzui was also his fellow countryman, it is hard to imagine what kind of feeling he would have. However, Lan Muzui’s transmigration was far more upscale than his own; as one of the male protagonists, he even had a golden finger system accompanying him, making him vastly superior to Bu Liuqing.
Especially since Lan Muzui transmigrated directly into the plot, unlike Bu Liuqing, who had to directly bear the adverse consequences the moment he transmigrated.
There is no comparison without harm.
Yet now, two transmigrators had appeared, though the reason remained unknown.
Regardless of the reason, both of them had already broken away from their predetermined trajectories. They were no longer within the story of Asking Immortality, no longer reduced to pale textual descriptions, but rather living in a real, magical, and danger-filled world. They found themselves coexisting in an entirely new environment.
It was hard to say what their future circumstances would turn out to be. However, compared to Lan Muzui’s ambition, Bu Liuqing appeared far more passive—though not quite passive in the traditional sense.
It was simply that Bu Liuqing had no grand aspirations of hegemony. Otherwise, given his current situation, with the help of Su Cishang, he might have been able to forge a future even more powerful than the one granted by Lan Muzui’s golden finger system.
One person was filled with all sorts of ideas about the future, while the other was content with the status quo, constantly pondering how to die and return home. Fundamentally, there was a difference between them—the difference between leaving and staying and it was a massive one.
“I always feel that person is not simple,” Lan Muzui voiced his thoughts, perhaps because he had interacted extensively with Bu Liuqing in the past, and they were such deadly enemies, yet a twin younger brother had abruptly popped up.
In any case, it felt rather bizarre.
“Of course he isn’t simple. To be able to appear alongside that mysterious entity and be connected to the Dragon clan naturally, it’s not something we can speculate about at present.” Mo Feixi’s explanation was quite reasonable and logical.
“Feixi, could that person be…” Lan Muzui’s sentence trailed off.
But Mo Feixi knew who he was talking about.
“No, definitely not. Both you and I know that if Bu Liuqing were alive whether his physical body or soul existed, or through some form of soul possession we wouldn’t have been able to unlock that taboo, nor could we have used the key on him to reach this continent. Furthermore, if he were Bu Liuqing himself… although that person looks identical to Bu Liuqing, there is a fundamental difference between them. I believe you’ve noticed it as well.
Muzui, don’t overthink it. That person doesn’t seem to hold much affection for Bu Liuqing either; otherwise, we couldn’t have retreated unscathed like that.” Mo Feixi held his beloved, voicing his own perspective.
“I know. It’s precisely because I know this that I feel it’s strange, because according to the intelligence we gathered, Bu Liuqing had no relatives whatsoever.” For one to suddenly pop out was truly somewhat unsettling.
“Just because there were none on that imprisoned continent doesn’t mean there are none elsewhere. Bu Liuqing’s very existence on the imprisoned continent was a secret to begin with. Don’t dwell on it. Now that we are in Firmament Academy, if you don’t want to be affected by those things, just make yourself stronger.” Mo Feixi’s words were always reasonable, delivered with calm analysis.
“Feixi, it is all because I dragged you down.” Lan Muzui knew Mo Feixi’s words were correct; it was he who had been overthinking.
“Why say such things? Between you and me, the question of who drags whom down does not exist. Moreover, Muzui, your potential is immense. Once it is fully unleashed, it will surely astonish everyone.” That’s right, Mo Feixi had disclosed his own background to Lan Muzui when they exchanged tokens of love.
However…
As for Lan Muzui’s situation, he had never mentioned it to Mo Feixi.
Regarding the fact that he had transmigrated and possessed a system, Lan Muzui had decided from the moment he crossed over to let it rot away in his heart, telling no one.
Anyway, he wasn’t going to do anything to Feixi; his relationship with Feixi was so good that he would never harm him. What difference did it make whether he told him or not?
Wasn’t this kind of mindset terribly double-standard?
It’s just baffling how Lan Muzui could feel so self-righteously justified.
“Feixi, with you here, I am not afraid of anything.” Lan Muzui also embraced the man in return the man he loved to the utmost.
No, he would never let go of this man, even if it meant death. Absolutely, positively never. Feixi belonged to him, and Feixi loved him even more…
And didn’t there seem to be a major problem with Lan Muzui’s thoughts and reflections?
Let go?
He and Mo Feixi were the officially designated pairing; how could the issue of letting go even exist?
“Don’t be afraid. I will protect you.” Mo Feixi responded to his beloved. He sensed the unease within Muzui at that moment, so he was willing—and wanted—to give him a sense of security.
“Feixi, make me yours!” Just as Lan Muzui spoke with such hopeful longing, Mo Feixi tapped the back of his neck lightly with his fingertip, causing him to instantly lose consciousness.
He let him fall asleep soundly in his arms.
“Muzui, you don’t need to feel so uneasy. I am by your side; I won’t let you suffer any harm—no one can. How could I take you like this? I want to give you the best. There is no rush; we have plenty of time.” Mo Feixi scooped Lan Muzui up in his arms and returned to their room.
Muzui had expended too much mental energy because of the appearance of that person and needed a proper rest.
“Dry father, you’ve been looking at me with that probing gaze ever since the beginning. I’m a little scared.” Following Su Cishang on the way back to the Dutian Realm, Long Huayan very vividly crossed his arms and shivered.
Of course, it would have been better if he wasn’t wearing such a cheeky grin.
“You, scared…” The aristocratic and crisp voice carried a trace of mockery.
“I am scared.” He hadn’t been scared originally, but being suppressed by his dry father’s tone like this, he was starting to feel a bit frightened.
“You brat, you should have had some contact with those people. Tell me… did you really not notice that you actually look a bit like someone?” Su Cishang stated in such a leisurely manner the reason why he had been looking at him like that.
“What?” Long Huayan was jolted by Su Cishang’s words.
Not to mention Bu Liuqing, who had been quietly silent the whole time upon hearing Su Cishang’s words, he also cast a meticulous look toward Long Huayan.
If you don’t look, you won’t know; but once you look…
Astonishment and surprise began to slowly emerge in the depths of his eyes.