The gentlest Bai Zhan brute that binghe has ever met

by hopesita

Summary:

A raid on Qing Jing by Bai Zhan disculpes was all it took for Luo Binghe to meet his wife.

Even if that wife was one of Bai Zhan's brutes, the term "brute" really should be replaced with "gentle" if we were talking about that one cute disciple that Luo Binghe cherish so much.

Or: Shen Yuan just wanted a free afternoon to spend in the library and accidentally ended up with a little sheep following him for the rest of his life.

Chapter 1

Luo Binghe firmly believes that if he had been chosen as a Bai Zhan's disciple, his life would have been much better than now.

Ning Yingying had once told him that their Shizun had quarreled with the God of War, Liu Qingge the Peak Lord of Bai Zhan, in order to take him in as a disciple. He didn't give too much importance at that fact when he heard of it but after some things happened, he fiercely wished that he had been regarded as one of those Bai Zhan's brutes rather than as Qing Jing's worst and most disadvantaged disciple.

Any proper Qing Jing disciple would rather die than wish that. So, why even would one of Qing Jing's elegant and proper disciples want to be part of the peak that historically has been a rival?

Actually, Luo Binghe would never have reached those aspirations if he hadn't got to meet a young boy by accident. 

And if his heart had not been enchanted by the very first moment their eyes met for the first time, then he himself would have been the biggest brute in history.

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A raid on Qing Jing. That was the mission of Bai Zhan’s group of disciples for the night, and Shen Yuan was equipping himself appropriately for it.

Most of the peaks thought that Bai Zhan's disciples were a pain in the ass, but Shen Yuan knew they all were wrong, he simply thought that all disciples that believed that were just a bunc of ungrateful brats. Weren't they strengthening the experience of the disciples of other peaks in the art of improvisation in case of a surprise attack?

Shen Yuan didn't expect them to thank him, but he would be grateful if they didn't insult him, his shixiongs and his shijies so much. The brutes were supposed to be them but them wasn't the ones disrespecting their martial brothers and sisters just by existing.

Furthermore, how dare they complain about them when they had such archaic and weak makeshift defense formations! Of course, they would all end up killed if it weren't for Bai Zhan's hard work in strengthening their defenses.

He still remembers when he was almost chosen as a Qing Jing's disciple. Just thinking about it makes the hairs on his arms stand up, just like a little cat bristling due to the unwelcome touch of someone who wasn't allowed to trespass on its personal space. If someone had asked him at that time where would he like to go, he would have chosen Qing Jing Peak without hesitation; literature was his most recurring obsession, but just thinking about having to specialize in music, art, and calligraphy made him feel like his fingers would fall off, worse than any sword training his Shizun had forced him to do!

He might as well visit every library in every peak of his sect to enrich his obsession with books. It was not necessary to know how to play the guqin or write in a scholar's handwriting.

Returning to the present, a raid on Qing Jing was the principal mission.

Shen Yuan picked up his newly acquired spirit sword and tightened his metal wrist guards, gathering the sleeves of his blue robe tightly. Shizun had once told him that even a thin layer of cloth between him and the sight of his target could cause him to be cut in two. He wasn't willing to take that risk!

One of his shixiong waved his hand outside the door of his shared disciple room, signaling Shen Yuan to hurry as they were about to leave.

Shen Yuan looked at his boots, making sure his shoelaces were tied firmly, and then walked with determined steps towards his shixiong to meet up with the group of at least 35 young disciples who would be attending the surprise raid.

The path to the peak was quick. Even if they were called brutes, their attack dispositions were as stealthy as a cat's, their brute force was of no use if the enemy heard them coming from hundreds of meters away.

They had a clear organization, twenty-five disciples attack in groups of three equally at each exit and entrance of both the male and female dormitories, while another ten disperse around in search of any slacker who wanted to evade the surprise raid. They should be thankful for that free training! 

If he had to add anything about the situation, it would be that Qing Jing's pampered female disciples were no match for Shen Yuan's terrifying Bai Zhan shijies and shimeis. The same for the male disciples of course!

Shen Yuan was one of the ten disciples who stayed outside the dormitories. As soon as the raid began, the Qing Jing disciples who were still preparing to sleep were brutally attacked by Bai Zhan's disciples. Soon, the dark and quiet atmosphere of the peak was filled with screams and sword strikes.

While listening to the typical reproaches like 'How rude!' or 'Get away from me, you stupid brute!', Shen Yuan approached the quietest area of the peak, keeping guard in case he saw any little head scampering to escape the surprise training.

His boots made determined but silent steps on the grass-padded ground of the peak. And at first he thought that there was no one around and that he might as well go somewhere else. That was until he heard heavy breathing inside a battered woodshed to his left. Shen Yuan smiled at this, finding a hidden disciple of Qing Jing could earn him the praise of one of his shixiongs and with it a free pass to a free afternoon without tasks, in other words, a perfect afternoon to visit the library and stuff himself with bestiaries!

The disciple smiled at the mere thought of such an opportunity. He moved with a great speed ran to the woodshed and with his sharp and light sword in hand. With a kick he opened the door and entered the small, damp and dark cubicle.

He saw a somewhat smaller figure suddenly rise from what was probably an uncomfortable tuft of straw and look at him with large, frightened eyes.

"Fight me!" he demanded, raising his sword in an offensive formation, waiting for the little brat who was planning to scape to answer with an attack.

But the disciple in front of him did nothing in response, he just stood paralyzed and looked at him with his big eyes like a frightened little rabbit.

Shen Yuan frowned at the sight. He thought that the disciple was probably a bit paralyzed, as he had probably woken him from his nap. He decided not to wonder why he was sleeping in a woodshed and not in the disciples' quarters like the other ones.

With his sword in hand, he took a step towards the boy, thinking that perhaps if he showed hostility, the boy would react and agree to a fight. In response, the boy put his arms up as a shield to protect himself and looked away, closing his eyes and looking resigned.

Shen Yuan froze for a moment, halfway through his movement, and after a few seconds, the muscles in his body relaxed. He abruptly lowered his sword and looked at him boredly. This is not what should happen! Where is the exchange of blows! He was definitely not going to get a free afternoon with this boy, who was going to reward him for attacking a Qing Jing disciple who did not even fight back? That would only prove his lack of ability to defeat a conventional Qing Jing disciple, which by the way was humiliating for Bai Zhan's fighting standards and that was why he had to take revenge by beating up a poor puppy who didn't even had a weapon.

Shen Yuan looked at him with bored eyes, and the woodshed boy, after not receiving any blows, opened his eyes to see the boy in front of him.

???

"Why don't you want to fight me?" Shen Yuan asked, just because he wanted to check if he was imposing himself on an inexperienced little shidi or if this little dirty boy was a just a snake with a stupid strategy who simply didn't want to dirty his hands and sweat during that night.

The boy looked at him with his big eyes, surprised that a Bai Zhan disciple had actually decided to talk rather than beat him up.

The boy hesitated to speak, his throat was dry so when he decided to say his first word, it almost sounded choppy and unintelligible.

Shen Yuan looked at him strangely. "Excuse me, what?" he asked, waiting for him to repeat.

The boy stared at him for a few seconds and then coughed. After this, Shen Yuan definitely came to the conclusion that this boy actually was just an inexperienced little shidi.

"Please don't hurt me." The boy pleaded with his big doe eyes. Shen Yuan couldn't help but think that the sight was too adorable to be Qing Jing's pest.

A warm feeling arose in Bai Zhan's disciple's chest, the kind of warm feeling one gets when they find a small, helpless, adorable animal in the forest that's crying for help. His brows furrowed.

Shen Yuan walked over and crouched down, then reached out his hand so fast that the other disciple didn't even have time to react defensively towards him, and when he gently touched the boy's head, which for some reason felt as soft to the touch as a little sheep, he asked doubtfully, "Are you okay, little sheep? What's your name?"

The Qing Jing disciple in front of him almost hit the other boy on the arm after feeling the touch on his head, but after not receiving any kind of violent retaliation but instead a soft touch like a feather he resigned himself. He looked into the eyes of the blue-robed disciple who for some reason had decided that the course of his actions for that night was to ask him about his status and his name instead of hitting him like a punching bag as would be more appropriate for a Bai Zhan disciple.

"This... This disciple is Luo Binghe." He replied uncertainly, deciding to evade the question about his health status.

Shen Yuan removed his hand from the boy's soft head and looked at him with complicated eyes. "Will you really refuse to fight me?" he asked with a sad tone with mixed feelings such as deception and disheartenment. He definitly wasn't going to have a battle in that night.

Luo Binghe really didn't have anything at hand to defend himself, and if he decided to fight back he would only get hit more for trying to defend himself. So he shook his head.

Shen Yuan sighed at the answer and fronwed his brows, then he opened his mouth and was about to say something, until he heard loud footsteps behind him. He turned his head to see who the person behind him was.

Another Bai Zhan disciple, bigger than either of the two of them, stood up and looked at them with strange eyes.

"Shen-shidi, why are you caressing the enemy instead of hitting him?" he asked curiously, his sword ready to attack in case that his shidi allowed him, after all, his shidi found that Qing Jing's disciple before him.

Shen Yuan looked at him and shook his head. "I met a defenseless sheep, it's not worth attacking. You'll just waste your time." he said as he stood up to walk towards his shixiong while being a little irritated by the situation.

The shixiong, after Shen Yuan's words, lost all interest in Qing Jing's disciple cornered in the woodshed and looked at his martial brother. With a smile full of pity, he said: "Shen-shidi was unlucky in today's raid and did not find a worthy opponent, right?"

Shen Yuan sighed, stood up and walked towards the door, but not before looking towards Luo Binghe, and with momentary soft eyes said, "Who would attack such an adorable little thing? It even seems like he's being mistreated here, poor little thing."

The shixiong looked at him with strange eyes, then looked at Luo Binghe with displeasure and tugged at Shen Yuan's sleeve to leave the place together and replied: "Don't feel sorry for that thing, they are the first to die shidi."

"Don't say those things! If that boy was Bai Zhan's, I would have made him my person shidi, and he would be a killing machine right now. What a waste of cuteness!" Shen Yuan retorted angrily.

But I guess you have a point. Thought Shen Yuan while leaving the place.

Luo Binghe watched everything with his big dark eyes and of course, he listened to everything in silence.

That was the first time that Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan met.

 

Chapter 2: Second meeting

Summary:

Shen Yuan was dragged to Qing Jing against his own will, and in the end, he encounters some thugs and Luo Binghe. He doesn’t want to be there, but the combination of Qing Jing’s useless disciples attacking someone weak in group and that adorable disciple on the ground, who also turns out to be extremely pathetic, doesn’t let him leave the place yet.

The day was cloudy, the trees on Qing Jing Peak were as green as ever, and the sounds of wildlife echoed clearly all around. However, due to the dark clouds dominating the sky, the atmosphere felt somewhat sadder and more washed out. The footsteps of a group of six young Bai Zhan disciples crunched dry twigs left forgotten on the ground by the passing seasons.

Shen Yuan walked at the center of the group, arms crossed, frowning, and in a bad mood so early in the morning. He hadn’t even wanted to be there in the first place, but before he knew it, he was already being dragged to another peak by his shixiongs.

He truly didn’t understand the purpose of going to other peaks to attack people in broad daylight without warning or organization, especially as such a small group. He could see the difference in results depending on how well things were planned. And that situation felt like they were walking straight into a guaranteed beating. More than a surprise training session like they usually did, it looked like six pathetic, brainless lackeys going to cause trouble and mess in other peaks out of boredom.

It was worth mentioning that Shen Yuan was bored because he was here. Before this surprise field trip, he had been peacefully weighing his options between enjoying his latest questionable book titled "The Thirteen Concubines of General Yang” or training with his favorite shijie, who always gave him useful tips for dodging attacks—unlike others. Everything was ruined when that idiot of a shixiong found him and practically dragged him away without a single word of explanation.

During the walk, he felt a strong arm wrap around his shoulders, and soon, more weight pressed on him. His annoying shixiong was really unbearable when he set his mind to it. Why does Qiang-ge always act like a pleading wife from a third-rate novel? he thought with mixed feelings.

“A-Shen, don’t make that face…” he whined in a pitiful, higher-pitched voice than usual, almost giving him a pout that could have been charming and cute in any other situation, but at that moment, it was just annoying.

Shen Yuan rolled his eyes and sighed, but he didn’t shove the dead weight off his shoulder. He simply kept complaining, hoping he could convince his loser shixiong to let him go before he ended up with free bruises from the idiotic raid they were about to launch.

“Shixiong. We look like bullies about to beat up unsuspecting disciples. And don’t you dare call this crap a surprise training session! What if we’re the ones who end up getting beaten up!? Or worse, what if we run into Shen-Shibo!?” he shouted when he saw his shixiong open his mouth to say yet another one of his dumb comments.

The older boy smiled at his shidi’s complaint and, changing the subject, said: “Why does A-Shen only call me shixiong? Don’t you feel bad making me feel unimportant in your life? I thought we were close enough to call each other by name…” he said casually while stroking a lock of his shidi’s hair.

The completely unwelcome coddling made Shen Yuan shiver down his spine, and when his shixiong rubbed their cheeks together, he finally shoved him aside, detaching the leech to get a bit of air after this latest bout of "affectionate" harassment that had recently become such a habit.

Shen Yuan turned to glare at him with murderous eyes while Mo Qiang was still regaining his balance. The rest of their martial siblings only laughed at the scene but didn’t dare say anything.

“Mo Qiang, I’m leaving. And don’t come looking for me for the rest of the day,” he said in the tone of an annoyed maiden, walking back the way they had come, leaving behind his shidis and shixiongs, who had been silent and lost in their thoughts the entire way until that last moment, which they obviously couldn’t ignore.

Mo Qiang whined at his shidi’s indifference, pouting again in response. “A-Shen! You’re making your favorite shixiong sad, abandoning me like this!” he shouted, but didn’t follow Shen Yuan, knowing he had already done more than enough to get his attention for the day.

Shen Yuan, having heard him, thought: Favorite shixiong, my ass.

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Shen Yuan walked with heavy steps, intent on returning to his own peak after that embarrassing scene. He planned to put beetles in his shixiong’s pillow later that night as payback.

He still couldn’t understand the absurd urge to pick fights in broad daylight without a proper strategy. It was clearly just an excuse to beat up unsuspecting disciples, not at all like the raids he had grown used to and actually started to enjoy. Besides, in the current conditions, there was a 50% chance they would be the ones getting beaten up.

Soon, the peace of Scholar Peak was interrupted by shouting that Shen Yuan could hear from afar, behind some trees and bamboo blocking his clear view of the scene. He knew it wasn’t his shixiongs, as the shouting came from the opposite direction just where he had come from.

For some reason, curiosity got the better of him. He found it somewhat amusing that the supposedly refined and noble disciples of Qing Jing were stooping to something as classless as group intimidation. Something they always denounced as barbaric and typical of the brutes from Bai Zhan whom they claimed to hate. Perhaps getting caught mid-bullying by a disciple from another peak would bring them some shame.

Hm. Maybe this trip won’t be a complete waste after all, he thought with a mischievous grin, creeping closer while using the vegetation to stay hidden.

The scene before him could be described with many adjectives. Perhaps sad, or pathetic, maybe even unjust. But the most accurate, in Shen Yuan’s humble opinion, would be: pathetic. And the sad part was, it was a little pitiful.

A group of five disciples was insulting and kicking a curled-up figure on the ground, clearly a younger disciple. The group of bullies had their backs to Shen Yuan, so maybe if he saw their faces he could recognize a few, but honestly, it didn’t matter who they were. The fact they were Qing Jing disciples and behaving like this already got on his nerves. Especially since Qing Jing disciples were always the first to complain about Bai Zhan’s methods, and yet here they were ganging up on someone who couldn’t even fight back.

Shen Yuan didn’t want to dwell on who was more pathetic today; his own shixiongs, this group of bullies, or the poor soul being kicked. Everything was just… stupid. Can someone please tell him why he was wasting his time on Qing Jing and not reading his new novel while being hidden in some corner of Bai Zhan?

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and stepped out from his hiding place, deliberately making as much noise as possible to be noticed.

The five disciples turned around in unison to see who was interrupting their brotherly activity, only to find Shen Yuan standing there with his arms crossed, a curious expression, and mischievous eyes.

The group’s leader, whom Shen Yuan immediately recognized as Qing Jing’s head disciple, Ming Fan, spoke up at once.

“What are you doing invading our peak, brute?” he asked impatiently, spotting from Shen Yuan’s white robes that he was clearly from another peak.

Shen Yuan smiled at the question and walked toward them with smooth steps, circling to the left so he could get a better look at everyone present.

“I was just passing by to admire how refined and upright are my shixiongs from Qing Jing.” he said casually, glancing over the dusty, injured boy lying on the ground, and then scanning the standing bullies superficially.

Ming Fan frowned. “So? You’ve seen enough. You can leave the way you came. Are you even authorized to be on our peak?” he questioned.

Shen Yuan put one hand on his hip and leaned to one side. “I appreciate the high opinion Ming-shixiong has of my peak’s teachings on etiquette and sect rules,” he replied with a smile, clearly sidestepping the actual question with a cheeky tone but actually answering It indirecly.

One of the other disciples, who unfortunately had quite charming eyes, ruined his look entirely with a scowl and decided to respond aggressively. “Why are you meddling? Want a beating too?”

Shen Yuan looked him over from head to toe. He only had a few calluses on his hands and the few he had were only on the fingers, clearly only as a result from holding a brush and practicing calligraphy but not from holding a sword or another weapon. His boots were barely dirty, could be from Qing Jing disciples obsession with appearances or a lack of recent training. Shen Yuan chose to believe the latter. His sleeves weren’t properly secured in his wristbands, and he hadn’t even reached for his practice sword when making the threat. He was the picture-perfect of a Qing Jing disciple: pretty, polished, useless, and rude. A snake.

All Shen Yuan saw was someone too weak to be a warm-up. “Sorry, shixiong. I don’t fight people weaker than me,” he said sincerely.

The disciple’s face twisted like he’d just sucked on a lemon. He took a step forward, clearly intending to attack, but before he could take another step, Ming Fan raised a hand to stop him and scolded him.

“Behave, Zhao-shidi. You can’t attack a shidi from another peak. Do you want Zhameng-shibo to show his face here just to report this to Shizun?”

“But Ming-Shixiong! Bai Zhan is always attacking other peaks!” the other boy complained with an aggrieved tone.

Privileges of being a Bai Zhan disciple, I suppose... mused Shen Yuan.

Ming Fan shoved him back roughly. “Zhao-shidi, this isn’t the same. No one does anything about them because it’s been going on for centuries, but do you really think Shizun will listen to your explanations if a complaint comes in? You’ll get all of us whipped!”

Shen Yuan looked bored during the exchange. He took the opportunity to glance again at the bullied disciple on the ground. That fluffy hair looked oddly familiar, though he couldn’t quite place it.

“Are you all done?” Shen Yuan asked, interrupting the squabble between the lead disciple and his lackey.

The others turned to look at him again. Ming Fan was about to say something else when a new disciple arrived, hair messy, cheeks flushed from running.

“Shizun demands all disciples to report to the training field. He’s in an even worse mood than usual,” the newcomer informed them before hurrying off again.

Ming Fan looked at the disciple on the ground and spat venomously, “Don’t you dare show your face to Shizun. You’ll only make him angrier,” then turned on his heel. He gave Shen Yuan a dirty look before leaving with the rest of his group.

“Ming-shixiong is so considerate, worrying about Shen-shibo’s mood after a nice group kicking of his own shidi!” Shen Yuan shouted after them. No reply.

Once the sound of footsteps faded, Shen Yuan turned his attention back to what was supposed to be an elegant Qing Jing disciple but who looked more like a beaten puppy. It reminded him a bit of his first months in Bai Zhan four years ago. He had been beaten by his shixiongs and shijies too. Of course, they had offered a hand afterward and even carried him to Qian Cao themselves. Still, Shen Yuan figured he would’ve gone himself anyway, after all, he was a Bai Zhan disciple. Who could wear those white and blue robes with pride without surviving a full-contact training session?

Perhaps, it was too much to expect the same from the refined Qing Jing disciples. He watched the disaster on the ground with some pity. That fluffy hair...

He saw the boy trying to stand, legs trembling. A sight Shen Yuan had no interest in watching any longer, last time he gave in to such a pathetic-yet-cute image, he spent a week dealing with surprise attacks from his shixiong as punishment and mocking for having such poor judgment when choosing training targets during raids. So he quickly moved on, walking past the injured disciple and deliberately ignoring him without a seconds look.

Just as he was about to pass through the trees and bamboo, he heard a timid but loud voice behind him. A bit shaky, but clearly meant to be heard.

“Thank you for helping me!”

Shen Yuan’s steps froze, and he turned to look at the injured boy whose fluffy hair had finally moved enough to reveal his face.

“You’re not… the little lamb from our last raid, are you?” he asked, staring more closely now. The injured boy looked back at him, bright black eyes, face dirtied with dust and a few scratches.

“I’m Luo Binghe. Does shixiong remember me?” he asked hesitantly, visibly happier now that he had been recognized by the Bai Zhan disciple who saved him that night, and again today.

“Oh, right. Luo Binghe. I couldn’t fight that day because of you…” Shen Yuan commented, glancing at his hands, vaguely recalling the feel of that fluffy head. Though his tone was a little bitter, his thoughts were elsewhere.

“I-I’m sorry, shixiong,” Luo Binghe apologized, while being confused.

Shen Yuan snapped out of it and dropped his arms to his sides.

“Why doesn’t Luo Binghe fight back?” he asked out of curiosity since the boy had decided to talk, and it seemed a bit too cold to leave this bun alone in the woods without showing at least some consideration.

“This disciple is too weak to try, shixiong,” Luo Binghe replied, sad eyes, furrowed brows... An adorable sight, it's not like Shen Yuan would say it... Again. He already learned his lesson.

“That’s obvious.” Shen Yuan’s tone turned cold, scaring Luo Binghe a little. “Sure, they outnumber you, but you still have weapons. You could at least try to break a leg from one of them. It’s not that bad, the leg would heal in a day after one visit to Qian Cao, and you would have one enemy less next time.” He started to ramble. “You just have to aim for the joint. With enough force and a rock, you’ll hear the snap… Even if you can’t break a bone, there are still ligaments, a good scare would work!”

“I… uh…” Luo Binghe had no words.

“Do you not have survival instincts? Not even a kick to the shin, or... running away?” Shen Yuan finally asked.

“This useless disciple thought staying still would make them get tired faster. I thought it’d be better not to provoke them…” he finally said. “But this humble one appreciates shixiong’s concern and suggestions.”

“Concern…? And I’m not your shixiong,” Shen Yuan corrected him.

“…Excuse me?” Luo Binghe replied, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Do you only know how to apologize? Whatever. I’m from Bai Zhan. Qing Jing is the second lead peak of the sect. The hierarchy must be respected. Shizun says so. So, technically, we’re all your shidis and shimeis, except Qiong Ding disciples and your seniors here in Qing Jing.”

“Oh- yes, of course, Shidi…” Luo Binghe replied, stumbling over the title. He had never dared say the word shidi before in the sect, the result of being the youngest in his own peak.

Shen Yuan sighed in exhaustion. He thought he’d found something fun on his way back to Bai Zhan, but it all turned out to be just... pathetic. Not even worth teasing his shixiongs from Qing Jing since they left so fast. What a waste of morning.

He gave Luo Binghe one last look.

“Tie your boots properly unless you want to trip during fights,” he said kindly, something that his own shixiongs and shijies had told him more than once.

Luo Binghe looked surprised and grateful for the tip, crouched to tie his boots, and when he looked up again Shen Yuan was gone. Only trees and nature surrounded him.

“…Shidi?” Luo Binghe called out timidly.

No response...

And Luo Binghe still didn't know the entire name of that one Bai Zhan disciple who kept being kind with him.

Notes:

NOTES ABOUT THIS CHAPTER:

1. Sorry for make you all wait and if this chapter wasn't what you all been wanting to read, promise things will get more interesting later... :( Guess all this time without writing anything really made me lose some skills.

2. I spent five minutes laughing while writing the paragraph disrespecting the Qing Jing disciple. I didn’t have the best week, and someone had to take the blame and unfortunately, it was that unnamed disciple.

3. The main structure of what happens in this chapter I wrote right after finishing the first one, almost… a year ago? But between yesterday and today I added most of the content, changed some parts like descriptions and stuff, and added the interaction between Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan, which was really hard to write.

4. I had great difficulty with the interaction between Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe because I didn’t know how Shen Yuan would react to the situation. I wasn’t sure if he would feel pity like last time given the circumstances, or if he would feel rejection toward the show of weakness since he has Bai Zhan’s values. So I decided to mix it all, Shen Yuan has always felt sorry for the abuse Luo Binghe suffered as a disciple in the canon, so obviously he would feel the same here, but he would also be somewhat irritated by the kid’s complete lack of effort to defend himself. So I made Shen Yuan think it was all pathetic but still give Luo Binghe suggestions on how to defend himself next time. After all, Shen Yuan can’t ignore how adorable the protagonist is, just like in the first chapter.

5. Since Ning Yingying called Luo Binghe A-Luo I though It would be cool to some disciple to call Shen Yuan A-Shen.

Notes:

This could become a serie, but only if you liked the dynamic, so tell me in the comments. For now (or forever) it will only be a single chapter. (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

One of those silly fanfics that I think of before going to sleep and write quickly the next morning.