Chapter Fourteen: Brothers Undermining Each Other

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“Sixty-nine, give Lord Nanxian the rundown on the tragic fates of mortals and gods in love!” Siming, looking into the mirror, carefully traced the area around her eyes with her fingertip. “Has time in the mortal realm really passed so quickly? Is it dawn already?”

“Yes.” Sixty-nine floated in the air, his mechanical voice devoid of any emotion, speaking solemnly: “In the divine calendar, a thousand years ago, the Eastern God of War fell in love with a mortal woman, willingly descended into darkness and was reborn as a demon, losing all reason and desiring the entire world to perish alongside his beloved. He was eventually slain by the Heavenly Dao.”

“Eight hundred years ago, the Seventh Fairy Maiden fell for a mortal scholar, enduring the agony of having her bones stripped away and suffering through the cycles of reincarnation.”

“Three hundred years ago—”

“Stop!” Nanxian, dark circles under his eyes, floated menacingly behind Siming. “If I go back, what about my love tribulation?”

“Ha! Brothers don’t keep score. Of course, I’ll help you pass through your love tribulation. Humph!” Siming feigned cruelty, conjuring a bone sword. “Brother, I am Siming; no problem at all.”

“Heh!” Nanxian sneered, hair all tousled, scanning Siming from head to toe before grinding his teeth and speaking, “If you weren’t wearing the Fox Clan’s sacred Foxfire robe, the Flame Core Ice Crown of the Fire Phoenix on your head, and holding the sacred peacock chicken offerings of the Peacock Clan in your hands, I might believe you!”

“Look at you, all strutting like a peacock spreading its tail. Don’t think I don’t know—that’s the outfit you foxes put on only when proposing to a woman!”

“Ahem, really? I had no idea.” Siming rubbed her nose, hiding the sacred peacock chicken behind her back. “I just thought today was a good day, so I should dress festively.”

“By the way, Nanxian, do you think our Pact Ceremony should be held in the mortal realm or with the Fox Clan?”

“I think it’s best not to hold it at all!” Nanxian bared his teeth, dashed forward, and gave the balcony a hard kick. “Let’s go!”

“Ah, I will definitely come back… Bang!”

“What? What was that sound?” Xu Si jolted awake. “Are they fighting?”

He hurriedly got out of bed and opened the door.

“Hi, little ghost~”

“Hm? Why are you alone? Where’s your friend?” Xu Si looked toward the open balcony. “Why is the balcony door open?”

“Close it quickly, quick, quick! Outside is just a garbage heap; the smell will drift inside soon.”

“What? A garbage heap?” Nanxian swallowed nervously and quickly pulled Xu Si back.

He swiftly shut the balcony door with a flick of his heel, sighed in relief, clasped his hands behind his back, and tried to regain his ethereal, graceful demeanor.

“The other Heavenly Court had urgent matters and left earlier,” he muttered softly, then quickly changed the subject. “By the way, little ghost, with our victory yesterday, your reputation as a demigod is spreading fast. Taking contracts to earn money should be just around the corner!”

“See? I’m useful. I can help you make money. Stop thinking about that peacock fox.”

Xu Si looked doubtful. “Really? You can do it?”

“Guaranteed!”

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“Then wait for me to change my clothes, and we’ll head out!”

“Okay, okay.” Nanxian nodded obediently.

The moment Xu Si entered, he pulled out his script from his waist.

“The male lead stands with hands behind his back, radiating immortal grace like the bright moon in the mountains—aloof, cold, and proud—instantly capturing the hearts of countless maidens!”

“Hmm…” Nanxian touched his face. “Damn it, it must be because I stayed up late last night that little ghost wasn’t enchanted by me!”

“Blame Siming, Siming! Wait, no, Siming!”

Nanxian screamed. Ah! That one was both vain and a neat freak. Thinking this, he hurried to the balcony.

Amidst the mountain of trash, he searched for the god’s figure.

“No way, no way! That stinky fox can’t be that lucky, right?”

“Are you talking about me?” Siming, covered in vegetable leaves, floated up with a chilling look in her phoenix-like eyes, full of murderous intent.

“If you have any conscience left, take me to wash up now!”

Her words squeezed through clenched teeth, making Nanxian involuntarily pinch his nose in guilt. He silently turned aside, about to open the door.

Xu Si had just finished changing clothes. “Nanxian, let’s go.”

“Hey, I’m coming!”

Nanxian swept into the room like the wind, slamming the just-opened partition door shut with a loud bang.

Siming, pressed against the door, felt two warm streams slowly slide down beneath her nose. The vegetable leaves fell to the ground with a “plop.”

Xu Si’s ears were unusually sharp. He immediately turned to look at the balcony. “Who’s there?”

“No one!” Nanxian blurted instinctively.

“Hm?” Xu Si looked puzzled.

Being so close, warm breath brushed against his face. Clear peach blossom eyes met the affectionate, cat-like eyes of the one who saw dogs with love.

In a flash, Nanxian’s face blushed from foot to head. Shyly, he averted his gaze; the redness at his ear roots revealed the turmoil within.

“Sixty-nine, sixty-nine, did you see that? Her gaze was so tender and evocative; our love is so deeply moving!”

Sixty-nine: “Lord, could you tell me where you hid that script just now?”

“Well, let’s not spoil the mood with such mundane questions during this romantic moment!”

Seeing Nanxian blush so uncontrollably, Xu Si, although a little disappointed that they couldn’t go out to earn money today, hoped for a long-lasting partnership with his ally.

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She quickly reached out to Nanxian’s forehead. “So red? So hot? Do gods get fevers?”

Sixty-nine smiled politely: This is amorous, not a fever.

Nanxian swatted away the annoying glass orb. “Hehe, little ghost cares about me!”

Xu Si: “...”

He immediately grabbed his phone and searched online.

Question: “If a friend suddenly blushes and feels hot but giggles foolishly, what illness is it? What medicine should they take?”

Answer: “Taking Caspofungin can effectively relieve these symptoms.”

Question: “What kind of medicine is Caspofungin?”

Xu Si stared at the screen while guiding Nanxian to sit on another shabby wooden sofa inside.

Answer: “A hormonal drug that effectively suppresses animal heat cycles; dosage depends on the animal’s size.”

Seeing the newly popped-up answer, Xu Si suddenly understood. She glanced back at Nanxian, somewhat conflicted.

“Um, what exactly are you?”

Nanxian, staring at the small delicate hand on his arm, was caught off guard, dazed as he looked up.

“Ah?”

“I mean, what are you really?” Xu Si frowned. “What kind of animal are you originally?”

“Hm? Little ghost is asking about my original form? Is she inquiring about my lineage? Sixty-nine, search why human women ask about their beloved’s family background.”

Sixty-nine: “Lord, although I doubt the phrase ‘beloved,’ I found 378 results. The top answer: the other party wants to marry you!”

“Marriage proposal?” Nanxian’s eyes widened, his handsome face flushed scarlet, and his words became slurred. “L-little ghost, you’re a girl—you can’t be this, this forward.”

“Hm?” Xu Si was puzzled—forward about what?

Sixty-nine: “Lord, if this doesn’t work, shall I send you an ear pick?”

Nanxian brushed off the chatter of Sixty-nine, then extended his hand, palm upward, slowly conjuring a branch of emerald green twigs.