Chapter 89

Never in a million years did Meng Jue, that guy, change his expression as he lightly smiled and casually said the most murderous line: “If I hadn’t said so, would you have agreed?”

Ning Ning also scratched her head, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Senior Brother and Senior Sister informed me through messaging. They said we just had to wait for you two to come out of the room slowly—you both look so beautiful!”

He Zhizhou: ??

He Zhizhou: ?????

Is this what you call a refined and gentle senior brother? It turns out he’s this kind of person? How can this guy have two faces?

Then look at Pei Ji.

He used to be such a cool and indifferent boy. Now, he stood there, at a loss, awkwardly holding onto the hem of his skirt. His ears were tinged with a light blush.

He looked like a poor, honest man who had been cheated out of his house and wife, shivering in the cold wind.

It’s so miserable, so miserable.. — You guys are not human! How can you bully such an honest person! Have you no conscience? How will you repay him for what you’ve done to him!!!

“Why did you change as well?”

Ning Ning was closest to Pei Ji. Like a gentle breeze, she walked up to him, trying hard to suppress her laughter. Although she was trying not to smile, the curve of her lips was even more obvious: “Sorry, I thought they had also messaged you. This time, we came together to prank He Zhizhou.”

Finally, unable to hold back, she burst out laughing.

Pei Ji frowned, feeling neither here nor there. His ears were burning, and Cheng Ying in his heart howled, “He’s doing this for you! He just doesn’t want you to be the only one wearing those ugly clothes! Ning Ning, can you bear to treat him like this! He’s trying so hard to wear women’s clothes—”

Paused for a moment, as if unable to continue pretending, he let out a burst of earth-shattering laughter: “Sorry, Pei Xiaoji, I really tried my best, hahaha! You look really beautiful now, hahaha!”

Pei Ji: …

“But this clothing isn’t worn like this.”

Ning Ning took another step towards him, slowly lifting her right hand. Her fingertip gently touched the fair skin of the young man’s neck, picking up a corner of the clothing to cover the skin exposed outside.

“As everyone knows, only a wife would tidy up her husband’s clothes.”

Cheng Ying said seriously: “You made a profit, Pei Xiaoji.”

Not really.

Pei Ji thought, it’s not only his wife who tidies up the clothes, but also the beloved mother at home.

Besides, he doesn’t want it, and his senior sister wouldn’t marry him either, so where does the talk of profit or not profit come from?

“And here,” Ning Ning blinked, her gaze lowering to Pei Ji’s open sleeve, “this sleeve has a tie design. If you don’t tie it properly, your arms will all be exposed.”

As she spoke, she bent down, her nimble fingers landing on the light-colored ribbon. Through the open long sleeve, Pei Ji’s arms could be seen.

Long and straight, excessively white, as if it hadn’t touched sunlight in a long time, revealing faint blue veins. And on the cold white skin, several old scars spread out, mostly whip marks, with traces of burns as well. Against the slender arms of the young man, they looked particularly fierce.

Pei Ji’s mother hated him to the bone, with only a few mentions in the original text, but judging from these scars, it seemed that it wasn’t as simple as just being “alone and helpless.”

Ning Ning’s heart sank slightly as she noticed Pei Ji’s sudden shrinking of his arm.

He had just been absorbed by what Cheng Ying had said earlier. Coming back to his senses, he realized that Ning Ning was looking at his scar-covered arm from outside his sleeve.

… He didn’t want her to see him like that.

“Okay, okay, I’ll teach you about sleeves later—But you’ve just changed clothes, how did you mess up your hair too?”

Knowing his strong self-esteem, Ning Ning pretended to be concerned at this time, which would only increase the embarrassment, so she pretended to be calm as she straightened up, looking up at Pei Ji’s messy black hair.

Who would have thought that the male protagonist in the original text could wield a sword, fight demons, and cook, but be clumsy at dressing? After a series of attempts, his hair was as messy as a chicken coop.

After all, it wasn’t the 21st century, and although the cultivation world advocated equality and freedom of association, men and women still had their boundaries. And she and Pei Ji weren’t close enough to be messing with each other’s heads, so she just smiled gently, pointing to the top of her head. “You’re all messed up here.”

Pei Ji imitated her movements, rubbing the same spot on his head.

In his memory, he had never been so patiently guided by anyone on how to dress. Early memories were no longer very clear, but he remembered his mother being most annoyed by his clumsiness; even if she had given him a few pointers, they were extremely impatient, and if she got upset, she would hit him.

Now, Ning Ning was smiling, gently telling him how to do such trivial things… it felt a bit strange.

Even his own thoughts started to feel off.

Cheng Ying chuckled. “Just admit it; did you profit?”

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“Weird, Meng Jue doesn’t usually leave his room easily. He’s either studying or practicing swordsmanship. How come he’s nowhere to be seen today?”

Among the shadows of the trees in the mountains, with the chirping of birds above and below, Tian Xianzi walked side by side with another tall young man, chatting casually.

“But there’s no need to worry; he’ll come back eventually. Let me take you to Weiqi’s courtyard first. She’s been studying diligently recently and must be inside the house.”

The young man beside him laughed heartily, “Thank you, Elder Tian Xian. The Elder really cares for his disciples, going to the trouble of informing them one by one about the event.”

Tian Xianzi, not one to shy away from compliments, didn’t refute the words but nodded with a smirk. “Of course.”

The young man beside him was the liaison person of the Xuanxu Sect, sent by the Ten Methods Assembly.

As the mentor, Tian Xianzi took the time to inform them one by one.

Unexpectedly, Meng Jue was nowhere to be found, and the two were given the cold shoulder.

“My second disciple has always had a stubborn spirit. With the academy evaluation approaching, she must be studying and practicing diligently.”

Approaching Zheng Weiqi’s courtyard, Tian Xianzi chuckled, “Oh, the door isn’t closed!”

With that, he took a long step forward.

Without knocking or pushing the door, he could clearly see the scene inside the house.

A frozen smile lingered on Tian Xianzi’s lips.

Oh, my heavens.

What chaotic scene is this???

He saw Pei Ji wearing a long skirt with disheveled clothes, his face flushed, while Ning Ning kept touching him, grabbing here and poking there, laughing, and saying who knows what.

The poor little boy dared not speak out in anger, his body stiff and motionless.

—To forcibly dress up a young man in broad daylight is truly the action of a tyrant.

He Zhizhou was wearing a light pink moonlit skirt, smiling like an enchanting beauty, while Meng Jue smiled and said to him, “Junior brother He, your divine appearance is nothing to be ashamed of. I admire you very much.”

He Zhizhou raised his orchid finger to tap him and said, “Stop it; it’s nothing.”

—What do you admire about him? Wearing women’s clothes? Meng Jue, my good disciple, snap out of it; don’t do this!

And Zheng Weiqi herself was even more terrifying.

She was standing on her hands, her face twisted into an extremely eerie smile, and laughing uncontrollably.

—Tian Xianzi didn’t want to express any opinion on this.

His pale hands trembled slightly.

Tian Xianzi closed the door expressionlessly.

“Sorry, it seems I had a little hallucination just now.”

Tian Xianzi suppressed the twitching at his temple, forcing a spasmodic smile from the corner of his lips. “Let me try again.”

As the words fell, the door was pushed open again.

The courtyard seemed frozen in time, no different from before the door was closed.

Five pairs of bewildered eyes stared straight at the door, silent as chickens.

Delicate and pink.

Forced undressing.

Maniacal laughter while standing on hands.

It’s great; everything is back to its original state.

As the gentle breeze passes through the hall, Tian Xianzi’s heart also feels light.

Years of trust and time were ultimately wasted.

“Elder Tian Xianzi’s disciples…”

The contact person had never experienced such a strong visual shock before, wiping the sweat from his forehead and speaking incoherently, “Indeed, like siblings, deeply in love, inseparable, forcibly dressing up men as women, gender indistinguishable… Oh, I’m sorry! Look at me and my mouth!”