Chapter 106 Day 28 of Transmigrating into a Wuxia Novel

Chapter 106: Day Twenty-Eight of Transmigrating into a Wuxia Novel

Everyone looked like they'd been struck by lightning, their souls scattering in terror!

Ling Fengyao, though, only gave a brief taste and broke away after that one touch.

He lifted his head, his face lit up with a dazzling, never-before-seen smile, as if he'd done something to be incredibly proud of.

He even licked the corner of his mouth defiantly, sweeping his eyes over the petrified crowd with contempt, as if to say, "See? This is my man!"

An Yi: ...

Fine.

With a "thud,"

In the Skyward Sect's ranks, Yan Yu's face was deathly pale. He stumbled back, tottering, barely staying on his feet—only his senior brother behind him kept him upright.

All his earlier arguments, worries, and secret hopes were shattered to pieces by this public, undisguised kiss.

He felt like a piece of his heart had been gouged out, cold wind howling in.

After a brief dead silence, an uproar exploded like a volcano!

"Shameless! Disgusting!"

"Shameless faggot! Doing filthy deeds in broad daylight!"

"My eyes! It's ruining my eyes!"

"So the Fuyi Sect really is full of evil degenerates! Even their Young Master is that kind of scum!"

"Ling Fengyao! You've sunk this low! All that martial skill wasted!"

From the Righteous Alliance camp came earth-shaking curses and condemnation. Many people trembled with rage, as if they'd just witnessed the most filthy, despicable sight in the world.

Some young disciples turned red-faced, quickly looked away, and spat curses.

Over on the Fuyi Sect side, all hell broke loose too.

Shock, absurdity, embarrassment, and a weird excitement at being in on the drama all mixed together.

They just watched their own Young Master kiss a dude in public? This scene was just too "beautiful"—they dared not look.

On the high platform, An Luyuan's chest heaved wildly, veins bulging on his forehead with fury, his dignified face twisted in rage, turning a terrifying purple.

So that's how it is! So that's how it is!

It wasn't that the sect's intelligence was wrong! Nor was it any act!

This unfilial son! He was really playing both hands, reaping benefits from both sides!

On one hand, he somehow got the middle volume of the Youhuan Shu and secretly trained in it, boosting his martial arts; on the other hand, he was actually traveling around with some random wild man, having so much fun he forgot home, and even... even gone to such shameless lengths!

Coming to a battlefield where two armies are facing off to make out?! Where does that leave his father's face and the Fuyi Sect's dignity?!

"Unfilial son!!! Unfilial son!!!"

The people around them were at a loss for words, not knowing whether to congratulate them or attack them.

As for the two surrounded in the center, they seemed completely oblivious to the strange atmosphere around them.

Ling Fengyao still had a tight grip on An Yi's waist, a smug, satisfied smile on his face. He even deliberately rubbed the fabric at An Yi's hip with his fingers, leaned in close to his ear, and whispered with a teasing, breathy laugh, his warm breath brushing against that jade-like earlobe: "Ayi, look—they're all jealous and hating."

An Yi's earlier faint smile had long since faded. He raised his hand and, with the tip of his finger, wiped the corner of his mouth very lightly, the movement natural.

In response to Ling Fengyao's bold surprise attack, he simply lifted his beautiful eyes and cast a cold glance at Ling Fengyao's face, which was inches away, brimming with pride and anticipation.

Then, extremely calmly, even with a hint of an almost imperceptible smile, he said:

"I'll deal with you when we get back."

No denial, no scolding—just a casual "I'll deal with you," whose intimacy and indulgence was even more devastating than a direct confession!

At that, Ling Fengyao's peach blossom eyes instantly lit up brilliantly, almost overflowing with joy. The corners of his mouth shot up wildly, as if he wanted to hug and kiss the guy again.

Seeing that the two showed no sign of restraint, the abuse grew louder.

The smile on An Yi's face finally gave way to a nearly imperceptible frown.

He had originally intended only to watch the excitement, take what he needed, and leave; the survival of the Fuyi Sect and the conflict between good and evil held little interest for him.

His original plan was just to wander the martial world!

But.

These voices were just too noisy.

Too harsh, too irritating.

Like relentless flies and mosquitoes in summer, buzzing incessantly, driving him crazy.

He slowly raised his eyes, those deep-pool-like irises sweeping over the impassioned Righteous Alliance, then over the clamorous, contemptuous Fuyi Sect elders and protectors, and finally landing on the beaming face of Ling Fengyao next to him.

Ling Fengyao happened to look at him as well, his peach blossom eyes sparkling with excitement, not caring about the curses around them.

An Yi let out a very light sigh, as if in resignation, or as if he'd made a decision.

He gently pushed aside Ling Fengyao's arm from his waist and took half a step forward.

Just a subtle movement, yet it seemed to carry an invisible power, forcing the surrounding curses to involuntarily die down.

Everyone's gaze involuntarily focused on him.

An Yi's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone present, carrying an unquestionable air:

"My business is nobody else's to stick their nose in."

It was like pouring cold water into hot oil—the scene exploded again!

"Arrogant!"

"Demon! At death's door and still running your mouth!"

"Everyone, attack! Kill this pair of bastards!"

The cursing grew even more intense, and some couldn't hold back, wanting to charge forward.

The last shred of patience in An Yi's eyes was gone.

Without another word, he slowly raised his right hand.

As he did so, an indescribable, bone-deep chill from the depths of the abyss suddenly engulfed the entire valley!

In an instant, the sky itself changed color!

Everyone—righteous or wicked, no matter their skill—was horrified to find they couldn't make a sound.

Their throats felt clenched by an invisible frost, mouths open but only able to emit silent terror!

Even worse, the internal energy inside them froze like rivers in winter, grinding to a halt—they couldn't summon an ounce of it!

They were as if frozen solid, unable to move even a finger!

The entire valley—tens of thousands of people, including the most powerful like An Luyuan, Master Hongshen, and Wu Yuanzhong—all stood frozen in place, like countless rigid statues, pinned down by an absolute force!

Only the uncontrollable shock, terror, and disbelief in their eyes raged on!