Seven Men Chapter 3
Translated by Helliot at Isohungry Translations
Edited by LazyJes
Chapter 3
In the blink of an eye Chu Mu Yun had stayed in the Thousand Phoenix Peak for three years. During these three years Mo Jiu Shao gave him the best living conditions, the most intimate and warm companionship, he personally led him through his education and imparted his knowledge to him unreservedly as well.
If not for the fact that he knew that the inside of this guy was as dark as sesame paste, Chu Mu Yun might have been moved by him.
After all, Mo Jiu Shao was such an unparalleled beauty, gentle as water. Although Chu Mu Yun had never thought about what his partner would look like before, speaking purely from a lover’s perspective, Mo Jiu Shao met all his standards.
But unfortunately, there was a slight clash in their positions.
That morning, Chu Mu Yun practiced his swordsmanship in the courtyard, Mo Jiu Shao walked over through the mist, his light green robes dragging across the ground, the fine, thin gauze misty like clouds. With black hair draping over like a waterfall, he looked like an immortal descended from the heavens beneath the faint light of dawn .
Chu Mu Yun saw that he had arrived, and sheathed his sword. He bowed in greeting: "Father."
Mo Jiu Shao motioned to him: "Continue."
Chu Mu Yun smiled subtly, and with a swift movement, his sword rose once again.
Mo Jiu Shao watched him quietly from the side. The young man before him was only fifteen years of age, dressed in a white duanda. Although his frame appeared thin and frail, his stance was tall and straight, like bamboo. As the sword struck forth, the blade seemed to merge with his flowing figure, becoming one, the tip peerlessly sharp.
After completing a set of moves, the young man sheathed his blade. A fine layer of sweat lined his forehead, and his delicate eyes held a mix of reliance and a hint of expectation.
He called out between soft gasps for breath, with a hint of nervousness: "Father?"
The smile in Mo Jiu Shao’s eyes deepened, and he spoke in a tender voice: “You are bright and a fast learner. Have you already reached the sixth form of the Shao Yue style?”
Chu Mu Yun’s pupils lit up. He felt somewhat shy at the praise and, in a quiet voice, said: "I just tried it a little. There are many parts I don’t understand, and I hope father can find some time to teach me."
Mo Jiu Shao was in a good mood: "Hand me the sword."
Chu Mu Yun passed it over.
Mo Jiu Shao wore a long robe that dragged across the ground, covered with a thin layer of tulle lace. An outfit like this should have been completely inappropriate for swordsmanship, but the moment he held the sword, the energy around him shifted. His elegance, reminiscent of an immortal, was instantly shrouded in undisguised killing intent. In the blink of an eye, the razor-sharp sword between his pale fingers unleashed a power that could overturn the sky and the seas.
It was the same move, executed in the exact same style—yet, when performed by Mo Jiu Shao, its strength was beyond imagination. The awe-inspiring aura of his blade seemed to tear through the heavens. At the point of the sword emerged a dazzling gleam!
His flowing green robes, which once seemed long and trailing, now only enhanced his figure. Like a soaring dragon, his form was swift and fluid. The sword stood poised, its rapid movement as abrupt as lightning. Then, in an instant, it was transformed into a fleeting light—until finally, with thunderous might it came crashing down from the heavens, shaking one to the core!
Chu Mu Yun’s gaze did not move, his face displayed respect and admiration, but his heart was filled with a strong desire to conquer instead.
"I wish I could f*ck him so hard he wouldn’t be able to leave the bed."
After three years of understanding this person's temperament, Zero chose to stay silent.
Chu Mu Yun lightly licked his lower lip. "Rest assured, I’ll make him fall in love with me first."
Zero felt obligated to remind him, "You should know what type he likes."
"A hard-working, diligent and studious little white flower."
"That kind of little white flower wouldn't think of pushing someone down."
Chu Mu Yun laughed: "But I will."
Zero: "……"
Someone with a cultivation level as high as Mo Jiu Shao shouldn’t have been completely unaware of zero, but after three years, Chu Mu Yun had confirmed that he was. So, he would chat with this imaginary companion from time to time.
Mo Jiu Shao finished his move and slowly descended from the air. As a gust of wind surged past, his light green garment billowed, his robes fluttered, veiled by his ink-black hair—a scene so breathtakingly beautiful, it was almost suffocating.
At heart, Chu Mu Yun was stunned, but his face flushed, and with some excitement and expectation, he spoke: "Father is truly too powerful. Yun’er does not know how long it will take to even wield one-tenth of such power."
The swift blade had just struck, yet Mo Jiu Shao’s breath did not even falter. He still bore the same elegant look, his eyes kind, his voice tender: "You are only fifteen years. You are still young. There is no hurry."
Hearing his words, a look of dejection appeared in Chu Mu Yun’s eyes. He lowered his head and slightly tightened his grip on the sword. With some difficulty, he spoke: "Father, I am not afraid of hardship, nor am I afraid of exhausting myself. I wish to grow stronger as soon as possible. I wish to tear down that fiend with my own hands and avenge the hundreds of lives lost in the Chu family!"
His shoulders trembled slightly. The way he held back his emotions made his thin and frail frame seem especially moving.
Mo Jiu Shao's gaze softened with pity. He held the youth’s warm palm and spoke with a gentle drawl: "This cannot be rushed. You must take it slow. Only with a steady foundation can you grow faster."
Chu Mu Yun lifted his head, his eyes filled with sorrow: "Father, can you please tell me who the culprit is?"
Mo Jiu Shao’s pale fingers brushed away the stray strands of hair on his forehead and spoke in a light voice: "When you reach the ninth form of the Shao Yue style, I will tell you."
Chu Mu Yun was unwilling to accept this, but he knew that Mo Jiu Shao was doing it for his own good, so he could only endure it once more.
This expression of his only deepened Mo Jiu Shao’s pity. He pulled him into his embrace, gently stroking his back, and consoled him with a warm voice: "Good child, father knows you are working hard. Don’t worry—one day, you will finally obtain what you desire."
His words held an ambiguous meaning, but Chu Mu Yun shouldn't have been able to understand it. So, he simply leaned into Mo Jiu Shao’s embrace, his body trembling slightly.
But another scene was playing in his mind.
Chu Mu Yun: "He raised this child with so much effort, only to end him with his own hands in the end. How is that enjoyable?"
Zero: "I think you have the most say in this matter."
Chu Mu Yun: "I don’t have such terrible hobbies."
Zero: "Aren’t the seven lords of the demon realm written by you?"
Chu Mu Yun: "..."
For him to actually be unable to refute it… The flaws of the son reflect the father, after all. It seems he really does have to bear some of the responsibility…
Mo Jiu Shao wasn’t busy today, so he stayed to accompany Chu Mu Yun for dinner. Naturally, Chu Mu Yun was very happy about this. Even with his reserved personality, he ended up talking more than usual.
Mo Jiu Shao accompanied him patiently, and after their meal, he even suggested they bathe together.
It wasn't a big deal. When Chu Mu Yun had first been taken in, his legs were weak, so Mo Jiu Shao often carried and bathed him personally.
But that was different from now. At that time, Chu Mu Yun had yet to go through puberty and had simply admired Mo Jiu Shao’s beauty as he emerged from the bath. But now, at fifteen, looking at Mo Jiu Shao sincerely once more, he feared he would get an er*ction. if that happened, his entire act would fall apart.
But how should he refuse him? Chu Mu Yun fretted, averting his gaze the next moment, and said with some unease: "Father, Yun’er has already grown up…"
His words were unsteady, and a hint of redness lined his cheeks—his muddled thoughts clear.
Mo Jiu Shao paused for a moment, and did not speak.
Chu Mu Yun’s face was filled with unease, even his ears were tinged with a light shade of pink: "I… I… I can bathe on my own now? I…"
He was trying to speak, but the words came out in such a way. How could Mo Jiu Shao not understand? Chuckling faintly, he said with meaning: "Yun’er has grown up indeed."
Chu Mu Yun didn’t know whether he had understood him or not, but his body quivered slightly, and he lowered his head.
The corner of Mo Jiu Shao’s lips held a smile. He gave Chu Mu Yun a light pat on the shoulder and stood up. "Rest early, I will come to see you again tomorrow."
Chu Mu Yun said in a fluster, "…Take care, father."
After Mo Jiu Shao left, Chu Mu Yun headed to the baths alone. Soaking in the warm spring water, he asked, "Do you think Mo Jiu Shao understood my hint?"
Zero: “I feel that… even if he were mentally deranged, he wouldn’t lay his hands on a fifteen year old boy.”
Chu Mu Yun leaned back against the spring, his ink-black hair immersed in the water like a glossy black ribbon, wrapping around his lean body. The strands veiling his skin made it appear exceptionally tantalizing. A shallow smile played at the corners of his lips: "That’s true. Fifteen years old is still too tender. If he went for it now, I’m afraid his teeth would hurt."
Zero opened up to speak but hesitated. In the end, he decided not to remind him after all.
Chu Mu Yun soaked for a while. Seeing that Mo Jiu Shao had no intentions of coming in, he could only get up with a hint of disappointment. After drying himself, he returned to his room to rest.
The next day, Mo Jiu Shao sent someone to bring over a young girl, claiming she would be Chu Mu Yun’s personal maid.
Chu Mu Yun was startled. He couldn’t quite figure out what Mo Jiu Shao was playing at.
The girl appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen, dressed in pale yellow clothes. Her pale skin and delicate features, combined with a pair of large, watery eyes, that made her look especially moving. She bit down lightly on her lower lips and spoke with shy restraint: "Your slave, Qing Xue, greets the young master."
Chu Mu Yun had never refused Mo Jiu Shao’s arrangements before, so he accepted her without question.
He pondered for a moment before asking Zero: "Is Mo Jiu Shao finally making his move? Sending someone to stay by my side—does he want me to grow attached to her, only to have her killed later?"
Before this, Mo Jiu Shao had deliberately avoided direct contact with Chu Mu Yun while also limiting Chu Mu Yun’s interactions with others—whether by accident or by design. So far, every encounter had been initiated by Chu Mu Yun himself.
Chu Mu Yun could understand the reasoning behind this. To capture someone’s heart, the simplest and most effective method is to shrink their world—to make it so that they see only you, rely only on you, and trust only you.
But now, Mo Jiu Shao had even sent a young girl over. Chu Mu Yun felt his suspicions deepen. “Maybe he’s planning to stage some accident where I end up killing her by mistake… Then, when I realize what I’ve done, I’ll be consumed by guilt?”
Frigging hell. How tyrannical. The child Mo Jiu Shao adopted in the original story really did live a terrible life.
From the beginning to the end, Zero did not make a sound.
But soon, Chu Mu Yun realized he had made a huge mistake —he had completely misread the situation.
In the hazy night, the window screen stirred slightly. The young woman before him wore a sheer, nearly transparent garment, her exquisitely developed figure impossible to conceal. a faint redness colored her face, and her voice was as soft as water.
"Young master, let Qing Xue serve you tonight"
Chu Mu Yun’s face darkened.
Mo Jiu Shao had understood his hints, but instead of coming himself, he sent someone else?
Chu Mu Yun grew annoyed. "What is Mo Jiu Shao doing? Could it be that he's not actually gay?"
Zero hesitated for a moment before deciding to tell the truth: "Friendly reminder Demon Realm is an ordinary novel."
Chu Mu Yun: "……"
So what should concern him isn’t who’s topping who, but the age-old struggle of turning a straight man gay?
