Chapter 5

Xie Fuyi noticed that, even though Ye Baixiao had filled a whole bowl with blood, there was no hint of anger or resentment in his expression.

Perhaps his acting skills were just too good, why did everyone always assume he was kind and innocent?

Xie Fuyi had a bad feeling. He couldn’t keep pretending to be a good person; he was worried that the protagonist’s path was veering off course!

After a moment of silence, Xie Fuyi stared at Ye Baixiao and said, “Since your self-healing ability is so strong, then let’s have you bleed a bowl every day. I’m interested in studying the differences in medicine made from dragon blood.”

Ye Baixiao remained calm and obedient, saying, “Alright.”

In the following days, following the plot, Xie Fuyi would use dragon blood to refine medicine every day, and Ye Baixiao would obediently bleed a bowl each day as instructed. Even though his recovery ability was strong, the repeated cutting of wounds day after day left deep scars on his arms.

Xie Fuyi was frustrated. No matter what he did, this guy showed no sign of resistance towards him.

However, the spiritual power in the dragon blood was too strong and difficult to refine. Xie Fuyi couldn’t use up a bowl of dragon blood every day; it was such a waste. He could only silently replace the bowl used to collect the dragon blood with a smaller one.

Ye Baixiao noticed that today’s bowl was unusually small. He glanced at Xie Fuyi, who was pretending not to notice, and his deep black eyes flashed with gentleness.

…

Day after day, months passed by in the blink of an eye.

Ye Baixiao’s internal injuries had almost healed, but his spiritual power remained inconsistent. Instead of focusing on diligent cultivation to restore his spiritual power, he spent his days experimenting with new dishes since he discovered that Xie Fuyi enjoyed his cooking.

Xie Fuyi couldn’t help but feel frustrated. The plot was completely off track now! He vowed never to eat dishes made by the protagonist again!

“Master, it’s time for lunch,” Ye Baixiao’s voice came from outside the door.

Xie Fuyi instantly pushed aside his concerns. Food was the most important thing in the world!

He decided to eat first and then figure out how to get the plot back on track!

“Where’s Ming Qing?” Xie Fuyi sat down at the table, leaving only him and Ye Baixiao.

“He went out to buy supplies and said he’ll be back after eating outside,” Ye Baixiao replied as he served Xie Fuyi a bowl of rice and placed a cup of warm tea within his reach.

Xie Fuyi nodded. He maintained proper posture while eating, but he wasn’t slow.

It had to be admitted that Ye Baixiao’s culinary skills were truly exceptional. Xie Fuyi had traveled far and wide and tasted countless delicious dishes, yet Ye Baixiao managed to perfectly tailor every dish to his taste.

Ye Baixiao himself didn’t care much about culinary pleasures, but seeing Xie Fuyi enjoying his food, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He carefully picked out fish bones on the side, then placed a whole piece of fish meat into Xie Fuyi’s bowl.

Xie Fuyi paused for a moment. His radar, honed over many years of loving the protagonist, sounded the alarm once again. Suddenly, the food in his mouth didn’t taste as good anymore—no, the mission must not fail! He had to be even more ruthless!

…

At night, Xie Fuyi and Ye Baixiao still slept in the same room.

Because there were only two bedrooms, one for Xie Fuyi and the other for Ming Qing, which was also filled with various items.

Ye Baixiao usually transformed into a small dragon and curled up in the blankets at night. However, every morning, Xie Fuyi would find himself waking up in the other’s embrace. Ye Baixiao claimed that once he fell asleep, he couldn’t control his transformation back into human form.

Previously, Xie Fuyi didn’t mind because they needed the warmth, but now that the weather was getting warmer and Ye Baixiao’s condition was obviously not normal, he couldn’t help but be suspicious.

Ye Baixiao made the bed and saw Xie Fuyi standing by the window, not preparing to sleep. He couldn’t help but say, “Master, it’s time to rest.”

“Mm.” Xie Fuyi walked over and saw Ye Baixiao’s slender figure, his robe collar open, revealing a shimmering glow beneath his neck.

“What’s this?” Xie Fuyi’s curious fingers lightly touched.

The slightly cool touch made Ye Baixiao’s heart skip a beat—this was a dragon’s scale, and touching it meant certain death.

Unless it was by someone he loved.

He explained in a low voice, “This is where a dragon’s scale is located.”

Xie Fuyi looked at Ye Baixiao’s pale face and realized that bleeding a bowl every day for several months must have been hard for the protagonist too. So he decided to be even more ruthless!

He suddenly said, “This scale is quite special. I’d like to take a closer look.”

This time, Xie Fuyi didn’t even bother to come up with a pretext.

And Ye Baixiao, without any hesitation, raised his index finger, which transformed into a sharp dragon claw, then slightly tilted his head and directly plucked a dazzling dragon scale from his neck.

The intense pain made his face pale for a moment, but he didn’t hesitate in his actions.

He held out the beautifully glowing dragon scale, which was a light blue color, to Xie Fuyi, his gaze still gentle.

“What Master wants, as long as I have it…” Ye Baixiao’s lips curled slightly, pausing before adding, “…even if I don’t have it, I will find it for Master.”

Xie Fuyi looked at the exceptionally beautiful dragon scale in his hand, feeling a chill in his heart—he had plucked a dragon scale from him like this, yet the other party hadn’t realized anything was amiss.

“This must be very important, and you’re giving it to me like this?” Xie Fuyi couldn’t help but ask dryly.

Under the dim light, Ye Baixiao’s usually stern face appeared extremely gentle. He lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the person in front of him, and, in a deep, almost straightforward tone, said, “Master, this is the most precious scale on a dragon’s body, given only to the one who holds their heart.”

Xie Fuyi looked at Ye Baixiao’s tender expression, and for a moment, his mind went blank! He almost didn’t know how to respond.

Xie Fuyi: …Oh no, oh no, I’ve encountered the protagonist with a love-struck brain!

What’s more, the object of his affection isn’t even the protagonist! The protagonist has confessed to the cannon fodder! What should I do?

In just a split second, his thoughts raced—whatever you say! He just can’t understand it!

Xie Fuyi tilted his head and glanced at the row of scales on

 Ye Baixiao’s neck before heaved a sigh of relief. He smiled and said, “It’s a good thing there’s a row of dragon scales, or else what would you do if you gave this to me, and then you meet someone who holds your heart?”

Xie Fuyi casually said, then focused on the dragon scale in his hand, his eyes filled with excitement as he murmured, “It is said that dragon scales have the effect of prolonging life and preserving youth. This scale will be perfect for medicinal purposes.”

Unaware of romantic nuances, just obsessed with refining medicine!—After all, he grew up in the Misty Valley, immersed in alchemy. He couldn’t understand whatever you’re trying to express!

“Master…” Ye Baixiao’s expression, which had just been filled with affection, froze at his words. A suffocating feeling spread in his chest, and his throat inexplicably felt dry.

At this moment, Xie Fuyi seemed uninterested in listening to him. He waved his hand to interrupt Ye Baixiao’s words, took the dragon scale, and went straight to the medicine room. “You should rest first. I’ll go to the medicine room.”

Ye Baixiao watched his retreating figure, his dark eyes heavy.

It seemed that Master really had no thoughts about him at all. He had expressed himself so clearly, yet the other party still hadn’t realized it. Perhaps because in the world of cultivation, most couples were heterosexual, with very few same-sex couples, and on top of that, the other party had spent years in seclusion in the Misty Valley, with little contact with the outside world.

The mocking voice in his mind resurfaced, “I’ve said before that this foolish man’s mind is solely focused on alchemy. You might as well let me handle it; being forceful might be more effective.”

Ye Baixiao remained calm, but his deep black eyes flickered with a hint of red.