As The Minor Gay Rival In Het Novels Chapter 4 Part3

As expected, Xu Moran was truly the male lead. Although he had only learned how to fly upon a sword for half a day, he was already able to control it well. While chatting leisurely with Fan Yuan, he controlled the sword. There was none of the usual nervousness and restraint that came with being a novice.

With the deep blue sea and clear azure skies as a backdrop, the rivers, lakes, famous mountains and great seas, lay at their feet while they rode the wind with eagles and cranes as company. Fan Yuan gazed at the young boy who was extremely relaxed in front of him, and faintly developed a feeling that the boy should be king, since it was as if this entire world was created for him. Moran was precisely the ruler of this entire land.

He thought in his heart⁠—this was probably the protagonist's halo, wrapping around Moran as if he was enveloped in dazzling light.

Previously, Fan Yuan hadn't tried to use a flying sword before, but in fact, his heart actually felt that it was something quite novel. The original host's cultivation was too high. He was in the early stage of Body Fusion, and on top of that he had a single wind-type spiritual root. Wherever he wanted to go, he just had to recite a wind incantation and within a blink  of an eye, he would have arrived. Although it was convenient and cool, it was also a lot less fun.

It was not bad to be able to experience such an opportunity for once, but………What was this stinky little brat planning to do by adopting such a protective stance?!

Fan Yuan quickly slapped away his disciple's dog paws that were wrapped around his waist. You rascal, you haven't even finished your disciples.h.i.+p ne, yet you wanna climb over laozi's head already! Wait a few more years ba!

Xu Moran saw Fan Yuan pull away from himself, and immediately plastered on a cheeky smile. He whispered placatingly, “s.h.i.+zun, are you angry? Although the sword flying is simple, if there is even a little instability I will fall and break my bones. I would be extremely afraid if I was left alone. Only when s.h.i.+zun is accompanying me, I can feel at ease.”

As the saying goes, 'no one knows a son better than his father'. As a s.h.i.+zun, he wasn't actually that different from a father. How could he not be aware that the boy was deliberately acting spoiled in front of him? However, so what if he knew? To be so heavily depended on like this, Fan Yuan's heart still gained huge satisfaction. Hence, he let Moran freely hang onto him like a koala would to a tree.

However, the stately manner of being a teacher still had to be there. He perfunctorily scolded, “Only this time. Today's events cannot be repeated again, otherwise this teacher will definitely not let you off easily.”

Xu Moran leaned his face onto Fan Yuan's shoulder, as if he was slightly scared. His voice was very soft as he asked, “If there really is a next time, how would s.h.i.+zun punish me?”

Fan Yuan furrowed his brows, he had just said it casually. With such a hardworking and sensible disciple, it was understandable if he was a little naughty as he was only 14. How could Fan Yuan truly punish him?

He gave it some thought, and followed by reaching out his hand to poke the child's forehead. His tone was slightly more serious, “If you ever do commit a wrong knowingly, this teacher will send you to the Sunset Cliff for a year and a half so that you can properly reflect on your actions.”

Xu Moran's pupils exuded the slightest glint, and the corners of his mouth revealed an unreadable smile. He faintly said, “Sunset Cliff ah, that's truly a pretty good idea ne."

Fan Yuan heard him say such words and turned back to look at him with some doubts, but he saw that Moran's directing a dazzling smile at him. Moran said with much sincerity, “s.h.i.+zun treats Tu'er so well. Sunset Cliff has such good scenery, how could it be considered a punishment? In the end, s.h.i.+zun still dotes on Tu'er.”

Upon hearing this, Fan Yuan couldn't help but feel it was funny. With much resignation, he said, "Since you know this teacher dotes on you, then you should be more obedient."

He only saw the youth nod his head slightly and maintain a straight face. Moran said every word with seriousness, "That is natural. Moran only listens to s.h.i.+zun's words, only cares about s.h.i.+zun, and my heart also only has s.h.i.+zun.”

Fan Yuan coughed uncomfortably and looked away, gazing at the distant mountains and lakes as if everything was normal.

His heart really felt quite complicated. This child's fledgling plot was quite important, but could it be that isolating him away from the sect's female cultivators was actually a miscalculation? That also made sense, a regular young teen naturally should feel some attraction to other girls in his daily life. However, since Moran always stayed with his s.h.i.+zun that was hundreds-of-years-old and a fox that was over a thousand, it was quite plausible that his personality would develop differently.

Fan Yuan secretly wrote this thought down in his heart. As a teacher, it was inevitable that he would miss certain things in a moment of thoughtlessness, but the most important thing was that he knew how to admit his mistakes and change; there was nothing more praise-worthy than that!

Hence, after that day, Xu Moran was often sent by his s.h.i.+zun to run errands for other peaks, and gradually Moran got to know many people in the sect. When he came back, he would often return with full arms, as many female cultivators would discreetly give him some highly-effective spiritual pills and rare herbs. When Fan Yuan saw them, he could only feign ignorance.

Who hasn't been young before ne? He was, in fact, an open-minded s.h.i.+zun, as long as his disciple was not so thirsty for love till the point that he decided to initiate some kind of young love, he could totally treat it as if he saw nothing ma!

In the blink of an eye, Xu Moran turned 18. As expected from the script, from not having any kind of cultivation, he broke through the Zhuji stage in just eight years. He could be considered an unparalleled talent in all of history.

Regarding this, the explanation in the original plot was that the male lead's soul had been cauterised by heavenly fire in his previous life, and had thus reached a state of pure Yang. Hence, he would not encounter any bottleneck or things like inner demons in the cultivation of this life. This was the merit he had obtained from the sacrifice of one's life for righteousness.

His golden finger was so big, plus he was also reasonable and eloquent. Fan Yuan really had to express his admiration for such a witty author. Fan Yuan just wanted to consult the author for a bit⁠—regarding the supporting gay male lead who decided to perish together with the Demon Lord, eradicating a great threat for the cultivation world in his previous life, why was this lifetime still so miserable as well?!

If the disciple that Fan Yuan had gone through great pains to cultivate was just seduced away by some random junior sister, he could still look past it. Things like making wedding robes for him, due to the obstacle of having a different gender, he had no choice but to take a step back. However, why, why, WHY did the Demon Lord have to rise from the ashes?! Shouldn't it be for the Heaven-defying male lead to eradicate him ma!! Why the h.e.l.l did they want this s.h.i.+zun to offer himself as tribute and perish with the BOSS again ah?!

What happened to 'reaping what you sow'? What about 'punis.h.i.+ng the guilty and rewarding the kind'? Sure enough, it was all just nonsense ba!

Whenever he thought of the BOSS, Fan Yuan would feel his head ache. It wasn't because this person would follow him to the netherworld, but because this BOSS had a little quirk. You're asking what's so special about him? Fan Yuan really wanted to roll his eyes, but he couldn't⁠—he had to maintain his elegant and composed image of a master. So, he could only snort coldly⁠—d.a.m.n it, the BOSS was also gay!

Yes, that's right, it's exactly like what y'all are thinking about. The Demon Lord was the gay BOSS who loved this supporting gay male in secret.

Recalling a thousand years ago, Immortal Xuantian had left this world and the cultivation world was left lost for a period of time as they were leaderless. The righteous cultivators witnessed as demonic cultivators were about to rise again. As Immortal Xuantian's number one fan, Lin Yuan naturally couldn't watch as the blood and tears of his own Senior Brother were ruined right in front of his eyes. Lin Yuan disregarded his own life and didn't care about leaving a sullied name for thousands of years, as he resolutely joined the demonic sect. Of course, he had other motives.

In the demonic sect, he only did one thing⁠—come up with a mult.i.tude of plans to gain the Demon Lord's trust. He relied on his unparalleled appearance in the Minglan continent, and his position in the Demon Lord's heart increased day by day. In the end, Lin Yuan had reached a position where no one could touch.

Before he went into closed-door cultivation, the Demon Lord entrusted the task of managing the sect to Lin Yuan. The result was predictable⁠—the Demon Lord had naturally fallen prey to a hidden ploy.

The Demon Lord was enraged. He had long developed feelings for Lin Yuan, so how would he have expected that the real reason the other party got close to him was for the sake of killing him? For a time, the Demon Lord's spiritual consciousness went wild, going on a huge rampage in fury. It turned out that it he had actually experienced a qi deviation.

Seeing that he was about to explode and die, the Demon Lord clung on tightly to Lin Yuan. He looked extremely deranged as he said, “You want my life, I'll give it to you, but I want you to accompany me forever!”

In the end, Lin Yuan died and was reborn. However, how could it be so easy to kill the dignified and powerful Demon Lord who had already reached late-stage Dujie? His spiritual body was heavily damaged, so he entered a period of slumber. Once he slept, a thousand years had pa.s.sed.

When he woke up, he learned that Lin Yuan had already been dead for who knows how many years. For a while, he was at such a loss that he actually wanted to ma.s.sacre Xuan Tian sect to vent his anger. However, he met the Lin Yuan who had already been reborn. How would he let him off so easily? Thus for another period of time, he was feeling so entangled to the point that he was better off dead.

Long story short, it was a doomed love.

This very day was the exact day when the Demon Lord would awaken, but also be at his weakest. Fan Yuan really wanted to teleport to Weimin Mountain and kill the BOSS right in his cradle, so as to prevent him from being a persistent complication in the future! It was a pity that he couldn't do so, and could only wait for this annoyance to grow up, bit by bit. In the future, the fellow would not only add on to his troubles, but would also require Fan Yuan to pay with his life.

Although he was really looking forward to the time when he could perish together with the Demon Lord⁠—as it would help him completely the mission as soon as possible—this didn't mean that he was willing to be persistently entangled with a man. This was especially so when the man had even proclaimed loudly, “This is what you owe me in this life! If you don't love me, you have to die!" These kind of words made people feel like breaking down just from the thought of it, okay?!

#Author-sama, let us talk about life together!#

#Do you dare replace the plot with a normal one /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~#

#After getting rid of one deep ice well, there are still thousands of deep ice wells ahead!#

Fan Yuan carried the small little fox Bi Yi, brus.h.i.+ng her white fur while still distressing over the plot to come. No matter this way or that, he still felt that the problem had no solution, moreover he didn't dare to randomly cook up a lousy idea. Only now did Fan Yuan remember that there was a certain other BOSS that he had to face, though the BOSS was still in his growth period. Due to his own provocation, he had pushed forward that man's blackening, it was really an unforgettable lesson.

Ever since then, the degree of scariness of ent.i.ties like “boss” had always taken second place in Fan Yuan's heart. You're asking who's the first place? Haha, of course, it was the unknown species called "Yan Rui"!

"s.h.i.+zun………"

A sudden low and deep voice entered his ear. Fan Yuan was still in a daze and couldn't help but be frightened into a jumpscare. In a moment of shock, he flung the little fox Bi Yi out of his arms.

Bi Yi instantaneously transformed into her human form in mid-air and landed effortlessly on the ground. However, her heart was on fire as she glared at Xu Moran with wide eyes and said, “Xu Moran, you must have done it intentionally!”

Xu Moran had a face of complete innocence as he replied in confusion, "Moran is just joking with s.h.i.+zun, I do not know what Sister Bi Yi is trying to say. Moran really doesn't understand….”

Biyi snorted coldly, “Stinky little weaning brat, you don't even know what shamelessness is, sticking to Master all day long.”

“So Sister Bi Yi has stopped weaning? Who's the one who's always glued to s.h.i.+zun's arms?”

Words were left stuck in her throat when Bi Yi heard his reb.u.t.tal. She said with her cheeks bulging, “Master likes to touch my fur, even after hundreds of years he hasn't gotten sick of it. Where is the place for a disciple like you who came halfway to be so nosy! If it wasn't for your appearance………"

The two acted as if they were born to have conflicting eight characters. These few years, they also bickered often. Originally, Fan Yuan was too lazy to intervene, but when he heard the little fox almost utter irretrievable words, he quickly stopped her, “Bi Yi! A loophole seems to have appeared in the jade pool's enchantment. Go check the spiritual stone formation and replace the broken ones.

Bi Yi was aware that her tongue had slipped and hurriedly said, “Bi Yi obeys.” After speaking, she transformed into her original form and disappeared from Snowless Hall at the speed of light.

Fan Yuan let out a sigh of relief, but when he looked back he saw Moran currently staring straight at him. There seemed to be some traces of hurt in his eyes. Fan Yuan didn't know what to say, yet he heard the stinky little lad stammer out, “Is s.h.i.+zun hiding something from Moran?”

Fan Yuan was silent and his expression was slightly imposing. After a long while of consideration, he opened his mouth and said, “Moran, if s.h.i.+zun hides some things from you, then it's definitely for your sake. You have to believe that s.h.i.+zun will never harm you, no matter what."

As expected, Xu Moran was fooled by that one remark. He leaned his head on Fan Yuan's shoulder and said with a m.u.f.fled voice: “Of course Moran believes s.h.i.+zun. Since s.h.i.+zun is saying it like this, s.h.i.+zun must have your own reasons behind it. It was Moran that was insensible, I caused s.h.i.+zun to be in a difficult position."

Fan Yuan listened to Moran act so cooperatively, and for a time he felt quite guilty, but on the outside, he still looked extremely gratified. These few years, this silly disciple always liked to act spoiled with him. Now, he was much more capable than his s.h.i.+zun, but his habits never changed. He was still like a child that couldn't grow up.

Fan Yuan had also gotten used to the occasional intimacy with the child. Out of habit, he reached out his hand and helped the boy sort out his messy hair, “In a few days, it will be your 18th birthday. When the time comes, this teacher has a gift for you.”

Moran hugged his s.h.i.+zun's shoulder and chased for an answer curiously, "What kind of present is it?"

Fan Yuan hooked up the corners of his lips and laughed, "It's a secret. When the time comes, you will know."

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After Xu Moran returned from running errands, he threw the precious spiritual pills and herbs that the female cultivators had given him in a corner.

He languidly took out dozens of silk brocade books from his ring. All of them were books on indirect ways of expressing ones' love. He stared at the words “Immortal Luoxia”, raising the corners of his lips in a smirk. An ember of black flame ignited in his hand and instantly burned the book into ashes.

“A person who dares to actually have such wishful thoughts about me, really doesn't know what death is.”

Hi everyone! Thanks for the kind comments on the previous chapter, really appreciate it. Things are getting a bit better now Anyway, we have an actual MGLR novel cover now (not the auto-generated ones from JJWXC ayyyy)

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