Chapter 2270: The Miao Border Youth Fiercely Loves 33

When Jin Chen's lips landed on Nan Yixing's chest, they carried a cool touch, like a flower petal damp with morning dew.

He lightly bit down, making Nan Yixing's fingertip tremble; his fingers unconsciously threaded through Jin Chen's hair, the black strands wrapping around his fingers like silk.

"Ah Brother…" Jin Chen lifted his head, smiling lazily and mischievously, "I still gave you a gu."

Nan Yixing's fingers tightened slightly, his pad rubbing the hair, his voice low: "What gu?"

Jin Chen tilted his head, casually thinking of a name: "United Heart Gu."

He tapped Nan Yixing's chest with his fingertip: "If Ah Brother wants to leave me, it will hurt badly."

Nan Yixing gazed at the youth on him, a hint of helplessness rising in his eyes, mixed with undisguised indulgence.

He lifted his face, lightly kissing Jin Chen's corner of the mouth, whispering: "…You're lying."

Jin Chen deepened the kiss, his tongue prying open his teeth, as if to prove something, kissing him fiercely and entangled.

Nan Yixing's breath grew ragged from the kiss, his fingers unconsciously clutching the sheets, yet he never pushed away.

After a long while, Jin Chen slightly withdrew, his fingertip brushing Nan Yixing's reddened lips, his voice hoarse: "Ah Brother, how did you know it was fake?"

Nan Yixing looked at him, indulgence in his eyes: "Because… you can't bear to."

Jin Chen froze for a moment, then let out a low laugh, his tone carrying a touch of satisfaction and also the embarrassment of having his little scheme exposed.

He lowered his head and bit Nan Yixing's neck, leaving a shallow tooth mark.

Nan Yixing raised his hand and rubbed his head.

Outside Holy Son Tower, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded, followed closely by Fan Ruoxi's clear voice, tinged with anxiety.

"Senior Brother! Are you inside?"

Nan Yixing pushed at Jin Chen's head; the latter let out a dissatisfied soft hum, his tongue lightly biting his collarbone before pulling back.

Nan Yixing casually threw over the scattered robes and draped them on, Jin Chen having neatly covered him before he agreed.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open; Chu Wan rushed in first, still clutching silver needles, clearly prepared to act.

However, when she took in the scene inside, she froze on the spot.

Nan Yixing leaned against the headboard, a few ambiguous red marks still on his neck, while Jin Chen lounged by the window, his red robe wide open, lips still glistening, his gaze sweeping over them with a half‑smile.

Chu Wan's face flushed crimson, the needle in her hand almost dropping as she stammered, "Senior… Senior Brother… are you alright?"

Fan Ruoxi followed close behind, his expression grave, his gaze sweeping between the two before settling on Nan Yixing.

"Senior Senior Brother, Song Xi is dead."

The room fell suddenly silent.

Nan Yixing's eyes flickered, his fingers unconsciously rubbing his cuff, his voice calm: "How did he die?"

"He fell into the valley." Fan Ruoxi's voice sank, his eyes glancing furtively at Jin Chen as he shuddered, terrified.

"His body was found this morning, crushed beyond recognition."

"Such a sudden 'accidental' death is far too coincidental."

Jin Chen leaned by the windowsill, his fingertip lightly plucking the silver bell hanging on the lattice; hearing this, he tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching into a faint smile, his eyes dangerous like a lurking viper, he spoke softly.

"What a pity."

Nan Yixing glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze, saying lightly: "Since it was an unintentional fall into the valley, it has nothing to do with us."

Chu Wan opened her mouth as if to speak, but Fan Ruoxi pulled her back, saying, "Senior Brother is right."

"There's another matter." Fan Ruoxi's heart pounded with dread, fearful of suspicion falling on them, he looked at Jin Chen and said, "Young Master, the Miao King has sent people to summon you."

"What matter?" Jin Chen asked.

"…The Gu King is lost."

Jin Chen stood straight, gave a solemn nod: "Hmm."

Oh dear.

It's been discovered.

——

Inside Miao King Tower, the bone lamps all lit with eerie green flames, casting the elders' faces in shifting shades.

The news of the Gu King's disappearance exploded like a bomb; several elderly gu masters even began pinching hand seals, preparing to draw the gu with blood.

Nan Yixing stood at the edge of the crowd, his thumb unconsciously rubbing the silver‑needle pouch at his waist, a tool specially used to deal with uncontrollable gu creatures.

His peripheral glance swept to the center where Jin Chen sat, the latter seemingly aloof, lazily leaning back in a wide chair draped with snow‑leopard skin, a slender red snake coiling around his wrist, flicking its tongue, its pupils reflecting the firelight, eerily unsettling.

The Miao King struck the ground heavily with his serpent‑headed staff, and the hall fell silent at once.

The old man's weathered yet sharp gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on his own grandson: "Jin Chen, what do you think?"

Jin Chen lifted his eyes lazily, his fingertip teasing the red snake, the corner of his mouth curling in an amused smile.

"No need to catch it; it's here with me."

An uproar rose throughout the hall.

The Miao King stared, stunned.

Several elders exchanged looks, one even so startled he knocked over his tea cup.

"What?!"

The Miao King jumped to his feet, "Why didn't you say that just now?"

Jin Chen: "You never asked me."

Jin Chen untied the black‑iron gu vessel from his waist, tapping its lid with his fingertip.

With a soft hum, the grotesque, gold‑winged Gu King shot out, circled once in the air, then landed steadily on the Miao King's head, shaking its wings proudly and looking down on everyone.

The villagers:????

All the more shocking, the Gu King that had survived for centuries in the Thousand Screen Mountain Stronghold, always fierce and untamable, merely trembled its wings and lowered its body slightly when looking at Jin Chen—both fear and submission.

Nan Yi Xing watched this scene, the corner of his mouth imperceptibly lifted.

As expected, still so arrogant.

The Miao King slowly raised his hand, but he dared not move, fearing the Gu King above his head; after a while he said in a deep voice, "Gu King... why do you submit to you?"

Jin Chen propped his chin, smiling lazily and dangerously; with a flick of his fingertip, the Gu King immediately obediently flew back into his palm.

"Because I want to do something big."

Jin Chen finally sat up straight, and in the silent hall no one dared not to listen attentively.

"Always having the Gu King and you..." Jin Chen glanced at the elders and the Miao King, "having people come to select the inheritance of the witchcraft gu techniques is not good."

"In the new era, we should give every young person an opportunity, so everyone should compete fairly and learn fairly."

【Developing a beautiful ecology where everyone can learn and everyone will learn!】

Ling Gun Gun copied the manuscript, reciting the inscription beside Jin Chen's ear.

Unlike the young villagers' delight.

The faces of the Miao King and the elders were about to turn as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Jin Chen: The Gu King agrees; who among you has any objections?"

"Miao King: ……"

The Grand Priest furrowed his brows tightly, "Young Master, you already know that matter... it's our fault toward you, but the inheritance..."

"I said it's fine, okay?" Jin Chen glanced over.

The Gu King flew up, aiming at the elders, its golden wings vibrating wildly.