After Being Preached by my Senior Martial Brother

Feng Xuan only knew that Qi Zhuoyu didn’t take care of his body well.

He also knew that he was always fighting and killing, and even boasted that his constitution was special and could recover on its own.

But he never thought that Qi Zhuoyu had reached the point of almost dissipating.

No.

To be precise, he should have been on the verge of dissipating a hundred years ago.

It’s just that for the past hundred years, because he couldn’t find his own primordial spirit, he was hanging on by a thread, struggling to stay alive.

Recently, he went crazy again using his own primordial spirit to sustain Feng Xuan’s soul.

This caused Qi Zhuoyu’s primordial spirit to be depleted even faster, to the point where even the demon doctors couldn’t stand by and watch.

“Does your Venerable know about this?” Feng Xuan heard himself say.

“Of course the Venerable knows. But…” the demon doctor seemed to have difficulty speaking.

No need for “but”.

It’s probably that this dog man Qi Zhuoyu simply doesn’t care about his own life at all.

Living casually with the attitude that if he dies, so be it.

Feng Xuan was silent for a moment. “Is there any way to save him?”

The demon doctor nodded. “There is.”

Feng Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

The demon doctor said emphatically. “Dual cultivation!”

Feng Xuan hadn’t finished sighing in relief before he nearly lost it.

He stared at the demon doctor in disbelief. “Dual cultivation? Who? You don’t mean me and your Venerable, do you?”

The demon doctor was also confused, with an expression that seemed to say ‘Who else? Didn’t we all see in the great hall how much the Venerable dotes on you? If it’s not you dual cultivating with him, who else would it be???’

Feng Xuan: “…”

To be honest, is there a possibility that he’s not actually the Demon Consort at all?

This is just your wishful thinking and wild guesses.

Also.

Before asking him to dual cultivate, couldn’t you consider the feelings of a little bird who’s just come of age at 1,900 years old?

He and the big devil had only just established their Dao companion relationship today, isn’t this bullying a bit too much from you demons?

If he really settles in the demon realm in the future, wouldn’t they force him to have two kids in three years?

“I think that’s a bit difficult. Are there any other methods?”

“If it really can’t be helped,” the demon doctor thought for a moment, then tentatively suggested. “Shenjiao might work?”

…

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Shenjiao. (TL: divine/spirit intercourse)

May I ask, what’s the difference between this and dual cultivation?

The only difference is that the former doesn’t require taking off clothes, while the latter does.

The former is a stream of consciousness, the latter is an action scene, right?

Seeing how young this beautiful demon consort looked, the demon doctor thought he didn’t understand what Shenjiao was, and explained. “It’s when the Demon Consort uses your primordial spirit to enter the Demon Venerable’s sea of consciousness, find his primordial spirit, and then cultivate, helping the Demon Venerable repair his primordial spirit.”

Whether for demons or gods, the sea of consciousness is the most private place of a person.

That’s where the primordial spirit is located. Even if a god or demon’s physical body dies, they won’t completely die, but if the primordial spirit shatters, it’s true extinction. Therefore, the sea of consciousness absolutely cannot be invaded casually.

Thus, only the most intimate Dao companions can achieve Shenjiao.

After Shenjiao, both parties’ primordial spirits will be marked with each other’s imprint.

This way, no matter how many times they reincarnate, the other person can find them in the vast sea of humanity.

The demon doctor went on to educate him about a lot more, entrusting him with a heavy responsibility.

Feng Xuan didn’t know how he managed to listen to it all, returning to the room with a complex expression.

Qi Zhuoyu was half-leaning against the headboard, his posture lazy, but with an undeniable invasiveness and presence.

Like a beast taking a short rest. “What did that quack tell you?”

It was obvious he had secretly tried to eavesdrop with his divine consciousness but hadn’t succeeded.

“Nothing much.” Feng Xuan got a headache just thinking about that Shenjiao, and an even bigger headache thinking about Qi Zhuoyu’s primordial spirit problem.

This was too much.

What kind of couple in distress were they?

Why did their primordial spirits have to be messed up together?

He had really wanted to tell the demon doctor earlier that, to be honest, his primordial spirit was also thoroughly messed up, and he might only have ten years left to live as well.

Feng Xuan’s gaze fell on the untouched bowl of medicinal soup on the bedside table. “Why haven’t you drunk your medicine?”

Qi Zhuoyu looked away, not saying anything.

Feng Xuan: “…”

Feng Xuan hadn’t expected that such a grown man would still have the bad habit of not liking to take medicine.

It probably wasn’t because he was afraid of bitterness.

He just didn’t want to drink it.

Feng Xuan walked over and picked up the medicine bowl, sitting on the edge of Qi Zhuoyu’s bed.

He stirred the medicine with a spoon, blew on it, and brought it to Qi Zhuoyu’s lips.

Then nudged him.

Qi Zhuoyu glanced at him, opening his mouth with a somewhat helpless expression, and swallowed. “I’ve already said. My body is special, wounds can heal on their own. I don’t need any of this medicine at all.”

Yes, yes, yes.

Listen to you boast here, hurry up and drink for me.

After forcing down a bowl of medicine, Qi Zhuoyu suddenly spoke in a good mood. “Senior brother used to feed you medicine like this before.”

The ‘before’ he mentioned should be when Feng Xuan was a mortal.

Feng Xuan thought for a moment. “Then I should have been quite easy to feed, right? I’ve been good at taking medicine since I was little.”

Because Father God tricked him saying he would grow more beautiful after taking medicine, hehe. He really dared to trick his pure, pitiful, and weak son to death 🙂

Qi Zhuoyu looked like he had heard something funny. “Mm, easy to feed. Wouldn’t drink if it was bitter, wouldn’t drink if it was hot, wouldn’t drink if it was cold, and wanted to eat dates after drinking. Otherwise, you’d complain your mouth was bitter.”

Although Feng Xuan felt that Qi Zhuoyu’s description sounded more like himself, he refused to admit it. “You’re not taking advantage of my memory loss to deliberately smear my personal image, are you?”

Qi Zhuoyu laughed silently.

He neither confirmed nor denied Feng Xuan’s accusation of being unreasonable.

Feng Xuan searched around the lacquered tray, and continued the conversation. “The demon doctor didn’t prepare any dates for you. If your mouth is bitter, you’ll just have to endure it.”

Qi Zhuoyu leaned against the headboard. “Who says I can only endure? If it’s just sweetness, why don’t you give Senior brother a kiss?”

He said this completely as a casual tease, Qi Zhuoyu probably didn’t even take it seriously himself.

In the past, this would have typically been met with a few fierce, embarrassed curses from Feng Xuan, saying things like he was shameless and had no shame, and so on.

But Feng Xuan didn’t this time.

Because he suddenly remembered what the demon doctor had told him outside the door earlier.

Qi Zhuoyu’s primordial spirit was weak, and Shenjiao was necessary.

But today, he had already used up all his shame coming to confirm the Dao companion relationship with the big devil. How could he have the courage to go all the way?

Moreover, Shenjiao right after confirming their relationship.

For a little bird, the speed was still too fast.

Feng Xuan suddenly sat up straight, unconsciously clutching at the fabric of his clothes.

After struggling for a long time, he said uncertainly, “…Okay?”

Qi Zhuoyu’s expression froze.

Feng Xuan realized what he had said and hurriedly explained, stuttering. “It’s just. Didn’t you want to know what the demon doctor told me? He said your primordial spirit is very weak now, and needs me to, um, Shenjiao with you, to repair your primordial spirit.”

“But I feel like we just confirmed our Dao companion relationship today, wouldn’t it be a bit too fast to start with Shenjiao? I feel like I can’t accept it, so I thought maybe we could take it step by step.”

Feng Xuan paused for a second, not knowing what nonsense he was babbling anymore. “…Maybe we could start with kissing first.”

After he finished speaking, the room was so quiet that no sound could be heard.

Feng Xuan belatedly felt his snow-white face burn red.

Especially when he didn’t hear any response from Qi Zhuoyu for a long time, that blood-red face gradually turned pale bit by bit.

Feng Xuan didn’t know how he felt, feeling like he might have been presumptuous, and stammered. “If you think it’s not okay, just pretend I was being a pervert just now.”

Just as he was about to get up and leave.

Qi Zhuoyu unexpectedly grabbed him, with great strength, and Feng Xuan fell onto the big bed without warning.

Everything was spinning before his eyes, and before he could react, Qi Zhuoyu had already pounced on him like a cheetah, kneeling over him.

Feng Xuan was shrouded in a shadow.

Looking up, he could only see Qi Zhuoyu’s lowered eyelashes, his rippling peach blossom eyes deep and unreadable, looking down at him from above. His thin lips parted. “Xiao Qi, is this what you call being a pervert?”

Qi Zhuoyu laughed, a bit mischievously, with the vibration of his chest. “Then you haven’t seen what real perversion is.”

After saying this, he leaned down and sealed Feng Xuan’s soft lips, prying open his teeth.

The last sentence disappeared in their intertwined breaths. “Let Senior brother teach you what it’s like.”