After Pursuing Shizun as My Wife, How Did I End Up the Bottom? - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The hall abruptly sank into a deathly silence.

The sect leader gave a trembling cough.

“Well, er… matters between you children should be settled in private. Don’t drag them into the main hall and embarrass everyone.”

“Bai Jin, if there is nothing else, you may withdraw.”

The sect leader shot me a look and secretly sent me a voice transmission, asking whether I had managed to rescue Shizun’s underpants.

I nodded solemnly.

Of course I had taken them back for my own collection.

How could such a precious treasure be allowed to fall into the hands of some outsider with ulterior motives?

The sect leader was really asking the obvious.

He could stuff that worry right back up his hemorrhoids.

My martial uncle gave an elegant nod, clearly very satisfied.

Just as the case was about to be closed, Bai Jin suddenly howled again.

“This disciple has another accusation! Ling Feng is colluding with the demon race, secretly practicing demonic arts, and corrupting the sect! His crimes are unforgivable!”

I was furious all over again. “I am not! I did not! Stop making things up!”

Who was framing me? Who was setting me up?

You can’t just accuse me of secretly practicing demonic arts because I’m a demon-and a top!

Before I could defend myself, Bai Jin howled again.

His entire body turned into an Indian flying pancake and embedded itself diagonally into the wall.

Everyone froze. Only my eyes lit up.

A beauty as pristine as frost and snow came walking through the air, his robes fluttering. The white of his sleeves gave way to dark teal hems, cool and otherworldly, like an immortal descending to the mortal realm.

He stood coldly in front of me, shielding me, spiritual energy surging around him.

“What thing crawled out of nowhere and dares to slander my disciple?”

I excitedly bit my handkerchief. [Look! Look at that! My Shizun is so domineering when protecting his husband!]

System: […Is there something wrong with your brain?]

[Also, wipe your drool.]

Shizun swept his gaze around the hall before aiming his accusation at the sect leader. With a frown, he said,

“I was merely in seclusion for a period of time, and you, as his martial uncle, actually allowed others to bully your own martial nephew?”

My martial uncle looked at the piglet who had just been pried off the wall, then looked at me, perfectly protected behind Shizun.

The corner of his mouth twitched in a way that said words failed him.

Who exactly was bullying whom here?

He coughed.

“He Qingyi, this is a dispute between juniors. It would not be proper for us to interfere. You should stay out of it.”

Then he lifted his eyes, signaling Eldest Senior Brother Xuan Yi to hurry up and pull the matter back on track.

Eldest Senior Brother cleared his throat and spoke with dignity.

“Junior Brother Bai Jin, the sect rules are strict. You may not make baseless accusations. Do you have evidence?”

“I do!”

Bai Jin covered his face, which had swollen another size, and said,

“Everyone, please consider this! Given that Junior Brother Ling Feng and I are both at the peak of Foundation Establishment, why was he able to suppress me, someone at the same level, so thoroughly that I had no power to fight back?”

“Only forbidden arts and evil techniques allow one to kill above one’s realm. From this, we can deduce that Junior Brother Ling Feng must have secretly practiced some wicked cultivation method, which is why his cultivation improved so dramatically!”

Bah!

I flew into a rage.

He actually dared to slander me in front of Shizun?

What was with all that “given this, deduce that” nonsense? Did he think this was a math problem?

Knowing a few logical connectors made him sound reasonable now?

I bowed. “Martial Uncle, this disciple has never secretly practiced demonic arts. I have simply been suppressing my own cultivation.”

As soon as I said that, even Shizun looked at me in confusion.

He asked me softly, his tone gentle in a way outsiders had never experienced.

“Ah Ling, why would you suppress your cultivation?”

The beauty’s brows knit with worry.

“Did something go wrong during cultivation?”

“Why didn’t you tell Shizun?”

I was moved into a complete mess by my future wife’s tender concern. But as for the reason…

I stammered, far too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Bai Jin seized the opportunity and did his best to stir up trouble.

“He doesn’t dare say it! He has a guilty conscience!”

I was done.

I never should have stepped in that dog shit. It was sticky, stinky, and impossible to scrape off.

Seeing everyone’s eyes gather on me, I gritted my teeth, stomped my foot, and stopped caring about saving face.

With my eyes squeezed shut, I shouted,

“The reason I have refused to break through to the Golden Core stage is because…”

Everyone leaned in to look.

“It’s because I still need to grow taller!”

The disciples watching outside the hall: “…”

My martial uncle, who had been sipping tea: “…”

Eldest Senior Brother, looking thoughtful: “…Heh.”

Damn it, what was he laughing at?!

When he devoured his own Shizun, he sure enjoyed himself. What right did he have to mock me here?

Meeting Shizun’s gaze, which was brimming with laughter, my face still flushed bright red with embarrassment.

That’s right. As everyone knew,

once a cultivator broke through to the Golden Core stage, their appearance became fixed.

And I, as a mighty top,

was actually ten centimeters shorter than my own little bottom!

Absolutely outrageous!

A profound humiliation!

A suffering beyond words!

How could this be acceptable?!

That was why I went to the Alchemy Elder every day asking for bone-growth pills, determined not to break through until I got taller.

But now that this kind of thing had been dragged out into the open, what was going to happen to my dignity in the top community from now on?!

What if, when I did the deed with Shizun, he looked down on me because of this?

Damn Bai Jin.

I really should have beaten him into a meat patty!