Originally posted on RBKTR Translations.
Author: The One Who Tells Stories Under the Bridge (天桥底下说书的).
Translated by: Yujuan
Ji Mo finally fell asleep long after Ye Mingjun had left. Even in his dreams, the warmth left by the immortal lingered on his forehead. Ji Mo was used to placing the perfume sachet next to his pillow ever since he received it from Ye Mingjun. In the past, the pearl’s gentle radiance brought him good dreams at night, but perhaps due to this being a pearl Ye Mingjun had modelled after himself, the heat it generated reminded Ji Mo of that person pressing against his body under the moonlight.
The immortal’s snow-like hair shone faintly under the moonlight, and with a slight tilt of his head downward, the strands lightly brushed over Ji Mo’s face and shoulders, a little ticklish, also a little tingly. The Ye Mingjun in his dream did not cease his actions, forcefully placing kisses all the way down from his forehead even as he struggled. As someone who had never experienced such intimate actions in his life, his body was extremely rigid. It was until that slightly damp sensation fell onto his shoulder that he couldn’t help but shiver weakly, then, instantly startled awake.
Nervously sweeping around the room using Wuyan, and after making sure it was just a dream, he finally breathed out a sigh of relief. Then, with black lines falling down his face, he looked down at the perfume sachet that had somehow appeared in his hand.
What was this? He, a perfectionist with a morbid fear of entering a relationship, the one with a tranquil mind faced with his roommate’s treasured hard-disks and various pornbooks, a straight man doomed to a life of solitude, had actually given his first wet dream to a man?
Actually, it was pretty understandable, since he was at that age where he could occasionally feel the faint impulsiveness within him, so he had always tried his best to avoid getting too close to Ye Mingjun. It was just that Ye Mingjun had completely wrecked the defensive line he’d worked hard to set up last night, and to this moment, he could still hear the immortal’s words seemingly echoing by his ear.
However, why was it that, before he could seriously contemplate what Ye Mingjun had meant by maturing, a strange place like that had started maturing first?! He was already a late-bloomer, why couldn’t he continue crawling on the ground at a snail’s pace?
Silently splashing cold water on his face, using the icy sensation to forcefully regain the normal temperature to his cheeks, Ji Mo was just about to open the windows to sober up completely from his wandering mind when the couch by the windowsill invoked memories of the night before yet again.
This was the consequence of letting Ye Mingjun into his room. Every corner of the room had traces of the immortal, as if his own private nest was covered in another’s scent. Ji Mo uneasily pushed open the windows at once, trying to quickly ventilate the air and regain his usual peace.
Yes, things always went against his expectations, because the moment he opened the windows, Ye Mingjun’s very heart-stopping face appeared in front of him. Ji Mo would always be unable to predict this guy’s actions— nor did he know why he had suddenly gone mad and hung himself upside-down outside the windows in the early hours of the morning. Seeing him awake, Ye Mingjun immediately swung back and forth like a pendulum. Their faces were so close to each other that even the slightest exhale could be felt clearly, making him freeze up in surprise.
As if he didn’t have the slightest idea of how stimulating this was for a guy who had just had his first wet dream, Ye Mingjun merely gave him his usual smile, like the lush leaves washed in beads of dew, looking fresh and cool, “Good morning, did you dream of me last night?”
How did he know that? Could the dream have…
Such words caused Ji Mo to immediately turn to stone, completely unable to operate his mind, not even having the time to think of a response. Ye Mingjun initially thought that he should be pretty energetic after a good night’s sleep, but upon receiving such a reaction, asked in puzzlement, “Why aren’t you saying anything? Could it be that you’re frightened because you dreamt of being bullied by me?”
That’s right, I was so scared at the sight of your face I almost forgot to breathe!
Weakly observing his reaction and ensuring that the immortal hadn’t noticed anything, Ji Mo finally breathed out a sigh of relief, hurriedly retrieving his reason from the panic, as if he was really frightened because of Ye Mingjun’s sudden appearance, and said indifferently, “Xianjun, why do you always have to come out from all sorts of unexpected places?”
“You mean this? The System’s punishment, it told me to suspend myself in front of your window for one day.”
Ye Mingjun naturally wasn’t so bored as to hang himself for fun, but the number of fouls he had committed yesterday were just too many, and the punishments accumulated by the System had turned into this. In truth, the original punishment was to hang himself in front his capture target’s window for a day, but as he reckoned that Ji Mo wouldn’t be able to sleep at night with this scene, he had forced the System to change it to hanging upside-down. As for the method he had used to force the System, the sight of the picture scroll repairing itself on the deck after being torn in half said it all.
I told you not to throw the System about, just look, serves you right!
Of course, Ji Mo didn’t know that this was a balanced punishment Ye Mingjun had gotten in exchange for tearing the System apart. In truth, when the immortal had appeared in his own stupid and mischievous way, his nervousness finally subsided away. Ye Mingjun was so overbearing when he got serious, to the point that Ji Mo had been completely overwhelmed. He didn’t know how to face him, and became flustered just by meeting his gaze.
However, when he looked at Ye Mingjun, who looked no different than usual, he could still remain calm as he spoke to him,
“Ye Mingjun, is what you told me last night really true?”
“Of course.”
Hearing the immortal’s unhesitating response, Ji Mo subconsciously gripped the windowsill. The reason why he was in such a mess was because he was very clear on what this implied.
The opportunity had presented itself to him— as long as he was hard working enough, he would potentially be able to bring this one-of-a-kind Venus Pearl back home. Then, he could freely make use of Ye Mingjun, and this person wouldn’t refuse no matter what he asked of him, he could even stuff him under the covers to warm his bed…
After a night’s worth of sleep, Ji Mo still could not distinguish what exactly was tempting him. Was it the might of an ancient artifact, or Ye Mingjun himself, who caused him to be inevitably flustered whenever they looked at each other? While he knew there was just a slight possibility, and that countless immortals had failed the test in the past, the ever-cautious Ji Mo asked a very bold question nonetheless, “Xianjun, what should a deity who has received your acknowledgement be like? Or rather, what do you want me to do?”
Not expecting him to suddenly ask this, Ye Mingjun fell into deep thought. He had never followed any other gods other than the one who had created him, but he did not want Ji Mo to be like Emperor Xi, who had left on his own in search of the Way of Heaven, leaving all the godly artifacts behind. The Venus Pearl was a treasure unmatched by any other in this world, but no matter how precious it was, it was just a magic treasure. He would be transferred to someone else when his master no longer needed him; he did not wish to live like this. If he could have another deity to accompany him, Ye Mingjun hoped that it’d be someone who could hug him tightly, never letting him go.
But it might be too inconsiderate of him to ask this of Ji Mo, since the little guy didn’t like being touched by his human form.
Helplessly signing internally, he couldn’t be bothered to continue his punishment, untying the ropes on his legs to sit on the windowsill. He merely smiled, “What you’ll do in the future, how you should use a godly artifact… Should be decided by the god, not the godly artifact.”
“Xianjun, if you want me to mature a little more, you should at least point me in the right direction.”
Softly pointing out what he thought, Ji Mo observed the white-clothed immortal bathing under the morning sun, certainly as dazzling as ever. He wasn’t a very strong person, and had come to a standstill to lick his wounds ever since he failed once. Now that he was being tempted by a promising future, he finally had the willingness to continue forward, but for this first step, he had no courage to do it on his own.
Initially, when he was still struggling to adjust to the darkness, he thought, why did nothing happen to the other authors who’d treated their protagonists worse, when he wasn’t the only one to create these protagonists? Only he had arrived to this world, caught in such an intolerable fate, wasn’t this just unfair?
Later on, he finally accepted reality as he slowly got used to it. Life was unfair – when the room was in a mess, the one cleaning it up would always be those who couldn’t bear to leave it be. He wasn’t able to turn a blind eye to the Celestials’ doings, nor did he have the power to cleanse this muddy pool of water, so all he could do was let himself be drenched to the skin.
He had sunk to the bottom of the pool for too long, his hot-bloodedness had long since cooled down, and even if an opportunity presented itself to him, he was unsure if he should wade through the muddy waters once again.
“Do whatever you think is right, I didn’t choose you so that I could turn you into something that I like.”
Ye Mingjun could see Ji Mo’s struggle, and he also knew that this little guy was hoping that he would give him a reason to take a step forward. But he couldn’t do that, because a god wouldn’t be controlled by his own magic treasure. However, as for the reason, he spoke out without any hesitation, “I chose you, because I wanted to bring you hope and happiness.”
These words were something that would have no effect on choice, but as the immortal gazed at him with those smiling eyes, Ji Mo suddenly felt as if the fog in the road ahead of him had cleared up. At this moment, his indecisive heart finally became resolute, all the warnings sent by his reason crushed to pieces, with only one thought left in his mind— He would have this pearl!
Then, he’d give it another try. He would have to work harder than ever before, become the person who took everything into consideration, he’d didn’t want to be reduced to fleeing in desperation one more time. He didn’t want Ye Mingjun to see him fail, so this time, he had to win till the end.
Silently analyzing the current state of affairs in the world, Ji Mo could no longer talk big about saving the world like he had in the beginning, but calmly glanced at the city outside the window, cautiously taking his first step into the world affairs, “Ye Mingjun, I want to find out what Su Ge and Chang Hui are planning, please help me.”
This was Ye Mingjun’s first time sensing Ji Mo’s desire to strive for something, and while he did not know just how precious it was for Ji Mo to attach so much importance to it, he still nodded his head, “Okay, I’ll accompany you.”
This was enough. As long as there was something to strive towards, people would then have the motivation to live on. With it, Ji Mo would be surely happier than he ever was when his wish was fulfilled.
It didn’t matter what sort of relationship this little guy wanted, because he was the omnipotent Venus Pearl— He’d certainly be able to perfectly accomplish his user’s request.
Just as he was about to get back to his punishment so that his cultivation would return as soon as possible, he suddenly found a supple human body in his chest, and reflexively held onto the youth’s thin waist. Ye Mingjun lowered his head in astonishment; the person who always shied away from his touches had actually taken the initiative to hug him back.
Such an action was clearly more than Ji Mo could take, his ears flushing slightly as he took in the immortal’s scent, but he still did his best to preserve his usual countenance, explaining with feigned indifference, “This is just a hug to express my gratitude, don’t overthink it.”
Feeling Ji Mo’s palm grip his clothes anxiously, Ye Mingjun did not expose him, merely placing a light kiss on one cheek, “Got it, and this is a return kiss.”
At this moment, Ji Mo, who’d just had the sudden urge to hug the immortal, abruptly came to his senses,
What gave him the courage to flirt with Ye Mingjun? This person had absolutely no shame nor restraint, he’d obviously take any opportunity he could get!
Originally posted on RBKTR Translations.
Author: The One Who Tells Stories Under the Bridge (天桥底下说书的).
Translated by: Yujuan
Ji Mo finally fell asleep long after Ye Mingjun had left. Even in his dreams, the warmth left by the immortal lingered on his forehead. Ji Mo was used to placing the perfume sachet next to his pillow ever since he received it from Ye Mingjun. In the past, the pearl’s gentle radiance brought him good dreams at night, but perhaps due to this being a pearl Ye Mingjun had modelled after himself, the heat it generated reminded Ji Mo of that person pressing against his body under the moonlight.
The immortal’s snow-like hair shone faintly under the moonlight, and with a slight tilt of his head downward, the strands lightly brushed over Ji Mo’s face and shoulders, a little ticklish, also a little tingly. The Ye Mingjun in his dream did not cease his actions, forcefully placing kisses all the way down from his forehead even as he struggled. As someone who had never experienced such intimate actions in his life, his body was extremely rigid. It was until that slightly damp sensation fell onto his shoulder that he couldn’t help but shiver weakly, then, instantly startled awake.
Nervously sweeping around the room using Wuyan, and after making sure it was just a dream, he finally breathed out a sigh of relief. Then, with black lines falling down his face, he looked down at the perfume sachet that had somehow appeared in his hand.
What was this? He, a perfectionist with a morbid fear of entering a relationship, the one with a tranquil mind faced with his roommate’s treasured hard-disks and various pornbooks, a straight man doomed to a life of solitude, had actually given his first wet dream to a man?
Actually, it was pretty understandable, since he was at that age where he could occasionally feel the faint impulsiveness within him, so he had always tried his best to avoid getting too close to Ye Mingjun. It was just that Ye Mingjun had completely wrecked the defensive line he’d worked hard to set up last night, and to this moment, he could still hear the immortal’s words seemingly echoing by his ear.
However, why was it that, before he could seriously contemplate what Ye Mingjun had meant by maturing, a strange place like that had started maturing first?! He was already a late-bloomer, why couldn’t he continue crawling on the ground at a snail’s pace?
Silently splashing cold water on his face, using the icy sensation to forcefully regain the normal temperature to his cheeks, Ji Mo was just about to open the windows to sober up completely from his wandering mind when the couch by the windowsill invoked memories of the night before yet again.
This was the consequence of letting Ye Mingjun into his room. Every corner of the room had traces of the immortal, as if his own private nest was covered in another’s scent. Ji Mo uneasily pushed open the windows at once, trying to quickly ventilate the air and regain his usual peace.
Yes, things always went against his expectations, because the moment he opened the windows, Ye Mingjun’s very heart-stopping face appeared in front of him. Ji Mo would always be unable to predict this guy’s actions— nor did he know why he had suddenly gone mad and hung himself upside-down outside the windows in the early hours of the morning. Seeing him awake, Ye Mingjun immediately swung back and forth like a pendulum. Their faces were so close to each other that even the slightest exhale could be felt clearly, making him freeze up in surprise.
As if he didn’t have the slightest idea of how stimulating this was for a guy who had just had his first wet dream, Ye Mingjun merely gave him his usual smile, like the lush leaves washed in beads of dew, looking fresh and cool, “Good morning, did you dream of me last night?”
How did he know that? Could the dream have…
Such words caused Ji Mo to immediately turn to stone, completely unable to operate his mind, not even having the time to think of a response. Ye Mingjun initially thought that he should be pretty energetic after a good night’s sleep, but upon receiving such a reaction, asked in puzzlement, “Why aren’t you saying anything? Could it be that you’re frightened because you dreamt of being bullied by me?”
That’s right, I was so scared at the sight of your face I almost forgot to breathe!
Weakly observing his reaction and ensuring that the immortal hadn’t noticed anything, Ji Mo finally breathed out a sigh of relief, hurriedly retrieving his reason from the panic, as if he was really frightened because of Ye Mingjun’s sudden appearance, and said indifferently, “Xianjun, why do you always have to come out from all sorts of unexpected places?”
“You mean this? The System’s punishment, it told me to suspend myself in front of your window for one day.”
Ye Mingjun naturally wasn’t so bored as to hang himself for fun, but the number of fouls he had committed yesterday were just too many, and the punishments accumulated by the System had turned into this. In truth, the original punishment was to hang himself in front his capture target’s window for a day, but as he reckoned that Ji Mo wouldn’t be able to sleep at night with this scene, he had forced the System to change it to hanging upside-down. As for the method he had used to force the System, the sight of the picture scroll repairing itself on the deck after being torn in half said it all.
I told you not to throw the System about, just look, serves you right!
Of course, Ji Mo didn’t know that this was a balanced punishment Ye Mingjun had gotten in exchange for tearing the System apart. In truth, when the immortal had appeared in his own stupid and mischievous way, his nervousness finally subsided away. Ye Mingjun was so overbearing when he got serious, to the point that Ji Mo had been completely overwhelmed. He didn’t know how to face him, and became flustered just by meeting his gaze.
However, when he looked at Ye Mingjun, who looked no different than usual, he could still remain calm as he spoke to him,
“Ye Mingjun, is what you told me last night really true?”
“Of course.”
Hearing the immortal’s unhesitating response, Ji Mo subconsciously gripped the windowsill. The reason why he was in such a mess was because he was very clear on what this implied.
The opportunity had presented itself to him— as long as he was hard working enough, he would potentially be able to bring this one-of-a-kind Venus Pearl back home. Then, he could freely make use of Ye Mingjun, and this person wouldn’t refuse no matter what he asked of him, he could even stuff him under the covers to warm his bed…
After a night’s worth of sleep, Ji Mo still could not distinguish what exactly was tempting him. Was it the might of an ancient artifact, or Ye Mingjun himself, who caused him to be inevitably flustered whenever they looked at each other? While he knew there was just a slight possibility, and that countless immortals had failed the test in the past, the ever-cautious Ji Mo asked a very bold question nonetheless, “Xianjun, what should a deity who has received your acknowledgement be like? Or rather, what do you want me to do?”
Not expecting him to suddenly ask this, Ye Mingjun fell into deep thought. He had never followed any other gods other than the one who had created him, but he did not want Ji Mo to be like Emperor Xi, who had left on his own in search of the Way of Heaven, leaving all the godly artifacts behind. The Venus Pearl was a treasure unmatched by any other in this world, but no matter how precious it was, it was just a magic treasure. He would be transferred to someone else when his master no longer needed him; he did not wish to live like this. If he could have another deity to accompany him, Ye Mingjun hoped that it’d be someone who could hug him tightly, never letting him go.
But it might be too inconsiderate of him to ask this of Ji Mo, since the little guy didn’t like being touched by his human form.
Helplessly signing internally, he couldn’t be bothered to continue his punishment, untying the ropes on his legs to sit on the windowsill. He merely smiled, “What you’ll do in the future, how you should use a godly artifact… Should be decided by the god, not the godly artifact.”
“Xianjun, if you want me to mature a little more, you should at least point me in the right direction.”
Softly pointing out what he thought, Ji Mo observed the white-clothed immortal bathing under the morning sun, certainly as dazzling as ever. He wasn’t a very strong person, and had come to a standstill to lick his wounds ever since he failed once. Now that he was being tempted by a promising future, he finally had the willingness to continue forward, but for this first step, he had no courage to do it on his own.
Initially, when he was still struggling to adjust to the darkness, he thought, why did nothing happen to the other authors who’d treated their protagonists worse, when he wasn’t the only one to create these protagonists? Only he had arrived to this world, caught in such an intolerable fate, wasn’t this just unfair?
Later on, he finally accepted reality as he slowly got used to it. Life was unfair – when the room was in a mess, the one cleaning it up would always be those who couldn’t bear to leave it be. He wasn’t able to turn a blind eye to the Celestials’ doings, nor did he have the power to cleanse this muddy pool of water, so all he could do was let himself be drenched to the skin.
He had sunk to the bottom of the pool for too long, his hot-bloodedness had long since cooled down, and even if an opportunity presented itself to him, he was unsure if he should wade through the muddy waters once again.
“Do whatever you think is right, I didn’t choose you so that I could turn you into something that I like.”
Ye Mingjun could see Ji Mo’s struggle, and he also knew that this little guy was hoping that he would give him a reason to take a step forward. But he couldn’t do that, because a god wouldn’t be controlled by his own magic treasure. However, as for the reason, he spoke out without any hesitation, “I chose you, because I wanted to bring you hope and happiness.”
These words were something that would have no effect on choice, but as the immortal gazed at him with those smiling eyes, Ji Mo suddenly felt as if the fog in the road ahead of him had cleared up. At this moment, his indecisive heart finally became resolute, all the warnings sent by his reason crushed to pieces, with only one thought left in his mind— He would have this pearl!
Then, he’d give it another try. He would have to work harder than ever before, become the person who took everything into consideration, he’d didn’t want to be reduced to fleeing in desperation one more time. He didn’t want Ye Mingjun to see him fail, so this time, he had to win till the end.
Silently analyzing the current state of affairs in the world, Ji Mo could no longer talk big about saving the world like he had in the beginning, but calmly glanced at the city outside the window, cautiously taking his first step into the world affairs, “Ye Mingjun, I want to find out what Su Ge and Chang Hui are planning, please help me.”
This was Ye Mingjun’s first time sensing Ji Mo’s desire to strive for something, and while he did not know just how precious it was for Ji Mo to attach so much importance to it, he still nodded his head, “Okay, I’ll accompany you.”
This was enough. As long as there was something to strive towards, people would then have the motivation to live on. With it, Ji Mo would be surely happier than he ever was when his wish was fulfilled.
It didn’t matter what sort of relationship this little guy wanted, because he was the omnipotent Venus Pearl— He’d certainly be able to perfectly accomplish his user’s request.
Just as he was about to get back to his punishment so that his cultivation would return as soon as possible, he suddenly found a supple human body in his chest, and reflexively held onto the youth’s thin waist. Ye Mingjun lowered his head in astonishment; the person who always shied away from his touches had actually taken the initiative to hug him back.
Such an action was clearly more than Ji Mo could take, his ears flushing slightly as he took in the immortal’s scent, but he still did his best to preserve his usual countenance, explaining with feigned indifference, “This is just a hug to express my gratitude, don’t overthink it.”
Feeling Ji Mo’s palm grip his clothes anxiously, Ye Mingjun did not expose him, merely placing a light kiss on one cheek, “Got it, and this is a return kiss.”
At this moment, Ji Mo, who’d just had the sudden urge to hug the immortal, abruptly came to his senses,
What gave him the courage to flirt with Ye Mingjun? This person had absolutely no shame nor restraint, he’d obviously take any opportunity he could get!
