Danwu Refining Spirit

Chapter Twenty-One: Bromance is Always Born from Chance Encounters

Inside the mansion in the north of the city, the fat man, covered in sweat, placed Xiao Chong, whom he had been carrying on his back, onto the bed. He leaned over and stared intently at Xiao Chong's face, his eyes radiating homoeroticism.

"Young Master Chong, are you alright?" the fat man asked cautiously.

"It's nothing, just a bit of exhaustion. The blood is from an old injury sustained during testing. Some medicine will do the trick."

Xiao Chong was still touched by the fat man's concern.

"I didn't realize you were hiding your abilities so well. Tell me, what exactly happened with that punch? I think I heard the instructor say that you've cultivated Yuan Power."

This time, the fat man lowered his voice, his eager gaze sweeping over Xiao Chong like that of an old buddy he hadn't seen in years.

"Who said that? That's not true." Xiao Chong felt very tired, closed his eyes, and shook his head like a rattle drum.

"Don't try to fool me. Xiao Tianhu's dantian has been shattered. Without Yuan power, how could you do it?" The fat man moved even closer, his fat face almost drooping onto Xiao Chong's head.

"No, I didn't make it myself." Xiao Chong had just answered when he suddenly felt a blast of hot air on his face. He opened his eyes and saw the fat man's chubby face, and he shrank back in fright: "Hey! Why are you so close to me?"

The fat man, oblivious to the danger, lowered his head again and said, "You don't know what's good for you. I'm just concerned about you."

Just then, Qingmeng's surprised voice rang out from the doorway: "Young Master, the medicine is ready. Are you going to drink it now? Oh... what are you doing?"

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud crash, as if a medicine bowl had shattered on the ground.

Upon hearing the noise, the fat man jumped up like a rabbit shot with an arrow.

Turning around and seeing Qingmeng's blank expression, he said awkwardly, "Your young master is injured. Let me take his pulse."

"Huh? Shouldn't you use your hands to take a pulse? I clearly saw you press your face against the young master's head just now." Qing Meng couldn't understand the fat man's somewhat pale explanation.

The fat man was speechless, and Xiao Chong was ashamed to face him.

But Qingmeng clearly wasn't going to let the two off easily. She walked to the bedside with a puzzled look and asked Xiao Chong, "Young Master, that money... oh, I mean the money from selling yourself, it didn't come from Fatty Young Master, did it?"

This is contempt! It's an insult to a fine young man! Even if I were to sell myself, would I sell myself to this fat bastard? How despicable would I be!

Xiao Chong was led astray by Qing Meng, and his thoughts wandered further and further away from the other party's line of thinking.

Wait a minute, when did I sell myself?! What are you thinking at such a young age!

"Go out and make another bowl of medicine!"

After realizing what had happened, Xiao Chong ruthlessly stifled Qing Meng's thirst for knowledge.

"Is this a case of getting angry out of embarrassment? Fine, I'm ignoring you!"

Qingmeng muttered to herself as she turned and left, determined to do her duty as a maid and never ask about things she shouldn't know again.

"Your maid is truly exceptional." To cover his embarrassment, the fat man started making conversation.

"Why don't we just marry her off to the fat guy? He seems to like her a lot, otherwise why would he praise her like that?"

Xiao Chong's eyes flashed, and when he looked at the fat man again, there was a hint of malice in his gaze.

As if cursed by some powerful resentment, the fat man felt a sudden, inexplicable unease, yet he couldn't find a single clue.

"Tell me, what exactly happened? Keeping things from your brothers isn't a very kind thing to do." The fat man, who was confused about the situation, quickly steered the conversation back to the beginning.

"It was a complete accident; someone else gave it to me." Xiao Chong recounted his experience at the Martial Fortune Pavilion, but made no mention of the cauldron spirit within his body.

Fatty is right. Some things can't be kept from your brothers, but some things are better left unsaid.

After listening to Xiao Chong's story, the fat man was very envious, but such things are rare and hard to come by.

"Then you should rest and recover. I'll head back now if there's nothing else."

While feeling envious, the fat man was also happy for his good brother. He comforted him for a few moments and then prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, what's the rush?"

Upon hearing this, the fat man, who had just reached the door, turned around, his heart skipping a beat.

Xiao Chong leaned against the headboard, constantly examining himself. His bushy eyebrows twitched slightly, and his eyes darted around, clearly indicating that he was in a state of inner turmoil, as if he were struggling with a conflict between himself and his inner self.

"Is he trying to keep me here? Could it be that Qingmeng was right, and this guy has taken a liking to me?"

The fat man made lewd guesses in his mind, and when he thought of Qingmeng's previous words about selling himself, his hair stood on end.

One of them leaned against the bed, while the other stood in the doorway with one foot inside and one foot outside. They looked at each other in silence, and the air was instantly filled with a homoerotic atmosphere.

"Young master, the medicine is ready."

Fortunately, Qingmeng appeared just in time, breaking up the homoerotic atmosphere in the room and rescuing Xiao Chong, as well as the poor fat man.

Xiao Chong took the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He then unceremoniously dismissed Qing Meng, grabbed the fat man, and gently closed the door.

The sparks of homoerotic tension were brewing once again.

"What...what are you going to do to me?"

Just as the sparks were about to engulf everything, the fat man finally couldn't bear the pressure any longer and jumped up hard, like a rabbit that had been hit by another arrow.

But why are my eyes brimming with tears? Is it shock? Gratitude? Excitement? Or perhaps a combination of all of these?

Qingmeng, who was peeking out the window, was puzzled and fell into a strange loop she couldn't understand for the second time.

"I heard you have a pill-making room at home, is that true?" Xiao Chong finally spoke before the fat man could escape.

"Oh, is that it? You should have said so earlier." The fat man stopped in his tracks, touched his chest, and felt that his heart wasn't beating as fast as before.

"What do you think?" Xiao Chong kicked the fat man onto the bed in an annoyed manner, turned around, found paper and pen, and began to write furiously at his desk.

"But don't get your hopes up on this. The yield is too low, and the effect is poor. I can't get many myself." The fat man sneaked up behind Xiao Chong and tried to persuade him earnestly.

Xiao Chong ignored him until he had filled a sheet of paper with writing, then handed it to the fat man and said, "I have a pill formula here. The pills made from it can accelerate the absorption of vital energy. Take it back. Remember, this can only be known to your father, and you have to give me half of your future pills."

"That's amazing?" The fat man clearly didn't believe it, but he still put the pill formula into his pocket and asked, "What if my father asks about the origin of the pill formula?"

Xiao Chong rolled his eyes at him: "Do I need to teach you this? Just say you bought it."

"Good excuse! But where did you get it from?" the fat man asked shamelessly.

"It was bought!"

"You're taking advantage of my youth and ignorance!"

The fat man was very dissatisfied with Xiao Chong's perfunctory answer. But since his brother was unwilling to talk about it, he couldn't press the matter further.

Everyone needs a privacy, right? Besides, ever since that day he got hit on the head with a brick, my brother has been acting strangely. This is probably post-traumatic stress disorder caused by the brick; he'll get better naturally in a few days.

Fatty has always been a very good person at summarizing. He summarizes his own experiences and those of others.

Having thoroughly reviewed everything, the fat man went out again.

"Um... Fatty, how about I give you Qingmeng?" Xiao Chong's devilish voice pierced through my ears from behind.

The fat man stumbled and tripped heavily on the threshold.

"Young Master, he's so stupid, I will never agree to this!" Qingmeng jumped out from behind the window, delivering another blow to the fat man's fragile heart.

This was the third arrow of the day. The fat man completely broke down, struggled to his feet, and fled in panic.