Chapter Sixty-Eight: Likes Men?

Still unsatisfied, Wang Luo, who was kissing the girl’s red lips with wild abandon, suddenly heard a muffled groan escape her throat. A trace of sweet, fragrant blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Just as he was about to continue his passionate assault, Wang Luo froze in surprise.

“Brother, what game are you playing with this strange brother?” A childish voice rang out behind him before Wang Luo could react. His body instantly stiffened as he turned his head with difficulty to look at the soft, rosy-cheeked child standing behind him. With effort, he lifted his right hand and pointed to the person in his arms, asking, “Is this your brother?”

“Yes! New brother, what game are you two playing?” The little girl’s crisp voice and innocent, curious face made Wang Luo turn back in a daze. He looked down at the person in his embrace, whose face was as pure and beautiful as a fairy’s but now stained at the lips with blood. Wang Luo’s mouth twitched. His left hand, originally at the person’s waist, slid downward and then around to the front, reaching between the person’s legs.

As his hand felt the unique softness belonging only to a man, and as he gazed upon that angry yet impossibly alluring face, Wang Luo spat, hastily withdrew his hand as if encountering a demon, and fled the bamboo grove at lightning speed, vanishing into the mist.

“Ah, brother, why does your little green snake have another head?” The oblivious child, noticing that the green snake that had been pinned to a bamboo stalk by a dagger was now on the ground and had somehow grown an extra head, ran over curiously and asked.

Hiss… Hiss… Seeing the little girl about to reach out to touch its two heads, the green snake let out a panicked hiss and quickly slithered up its master’s leg, winding onto his shoulder and licking the blood from the corner of his lips.

———————Dividing Line———————

As if possessed, Wang Luo dashed out of the magical illusion array, only to find a figure silently blocking his path. He came to a screeching halt and swerved aside.

“Teacher Geda!” Wang Luo exclaimed, recognizing the figure and stopping his flight. Remembering the rules of the Fallen Academy, he bowed his head slightly to greet the teacher.

“Mm. You’re here to see me, aren’t you? Come, let’s go in together!” Teacher Geda said. Wang Luo froze again, recalling what had just happened. He hadn’t even found a chance to refuse before Teacher Geda’s figure disappeared into the mist. After a moment’s hesitation, Wang Luo could only grit his teeth and follow.

Ferocious beasts lunged at him, then raging flames roared, followed by flying sand and stones—one after another, until Wang Luo emerged from the magical illusion array and found himself at the gate of a small courtyard, where he saw Teacher Geda enter.

“Grandpa, you’re back—oh! Strange brother, you’ve come back too!” As Wang Luo entered, a familiar childish voice greeted him. He saw the rosy-cheeked little girl and, not far off, the youth in a blue robe, standing as if untouched by the world’s dust, as beautiful and ethereal as a fairy, still radiating an irresistible allure.

“Mir, do you know this brother?” Teacher Geda, whose expression never changed and who always lectured in a cold, unflappable manner during class, spoke now with a trace of interest, surprising Wang Luo once more.

“Of course, Grandpa! Just now this brother and Brother Qier—”

“Grandpa, my magic pet has grown two heads!” Mir exclaimed, cutting herself off. Wang Luo and Qier’s faces both stiffened, but fortunately, Qier’s interruption saved Wang Luo from having to flee in embarrassment.

“Is that true?” Teacher Geda’s excited voice made Wang Luo freeze again. He glanced at Qier, whose red lips parted as he spoke. The scene from earlier flashed through Wang Luo’s mind once more. Unconsciously, he licked his lips, savoring the lingering sweetness.

“Bad brother, what naughty things are you thinking about?” Mir’s voice snapped Wang Luo out of his reverie. He hurriedly regained his composure and followed Teacher Geda, who had finished talking with Qier, into the house—yet his eyes kept drifting involuntarily toward that enchanting figure.

“Boss, you’re amazing! You actually made it through the illusion array!” Just as Wang Luo, breathless from his earlier escape from Teacher Geda, entered the courtyard, he was immediately surrounded by Pulier and the others.

“How did you know?”

“Everyone who passes through the illusion array gets their name posted on the canteen’s announcement board. Boss, you’re famous now!”

“That’s right! Now a ton of people will want to challenge you, boss. There’ll be plenty of fights!”

“Mm…”

Listening to their excited chatter, Wang Luo was speechless. Having been kept in the courtyard by Teacher Geda for a whole day, he had nearly died of discomfort from being around Qier. He’d run back as fast as the wind, and with his sixth-level strength, no first or second-year students had noticed him, so he hadn’t heard these rumors.

“If someone wants to challenge me, all the better. I was looking for someone to vent on anyway!” At Wang Luo’s words, the three cheered. After chatting a little longer, they each returned to their rooms to cultivate, ready for tomorrow’s challenges.

Sitting cross-legged in his room, Wang Luo produced four magic crystals and inserted each into a pre-carved slot. Strands of light began to glow, forming a circular pattern that flashed and then vanished.

Calming his mind, Wang Luo began to cultivate. Wood-element spiritual energy and metal-element magic power surged into his body, intertwining like two tiny golden and green snakes mating, winding their way into the purple lightning within him, passing through a field of golden light, and finally settling in his dantian.

As for why this happened, Wang Luo himself didn’t know. The first time he’d ever cultivated battle aura, the same thing had occurred—the metal magic element naturally followed the flow of the wood-element energy, and Wang Luo was powerless to separate them.

Blue water-element and earth-yellow soil-element, mixed with fiery red fire-element, continually flowed into the magic domain in Wang Luo’s mind, where his spiritual power refined and purified them, ridding them of impurities until only the purest essence remained for his use.

Moonlight poured quietly into Wang Luo’s room as a shadowy figure suddenly appeared before him. The figure stretched out a claw-like hand to the air around Wang Luo, and five-colored lights—red, yellow, blue, green, gold—appeared in the palm.

With a flick of the fingers, the lights scattered, leaving only a faint green glow, which bathed the intruder’s face in an eerie, ghostly hue.

The pale moon shone gently through the window. Wang Luo, who had no idea how long he’d been cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes, touched his lips, and a look of complex reminiscence appeared in his gaze.

“It’s over. My heart’s in chaos. I’ve fallen for a man. Ah, I’m going mad…” Untouched by the world’s ways, Wang Luo’s heart was in turmoil—a dangerous thing for anyone cultivating, for a moment of inner chaos could lead to losing control, causing one’s energies to run wild and ultimately resulting in death by explosion.

His eyes began to grow bloodshot, his breath quickened, yet the image of that ethereal figure grew ever clearer in his mind, as if it were being seared deep into his soul in this very moment…

Otherworld Azure Dragon Chapter 68: Falling for a Man? — End of update!