Dao Of The Salted Fish (Salted Fish Cultivator)

47. Let's fight, Wen Zhihao!

Sun Fuyu was exuding happiness like a little sun that evening. He felt that this was their first proper date. Sometimes, Sun Fuyu would sneakily brush the back of his hand against Wen-ge’s hand as they were walking down the particular sea-side mortal town they were exploring today. He beamed every time Wen-ge bought another little street-side snack for him.

Meanwhile, Wen Zhihao felt that Sun Fuyu was a rather resilient young man. Look at his light, almost bouncing steps! It made Wen Zhihao want to smile and indulge him even more. Yet, at the same time, Sun Fuyu seemed more sticky than usual...but Wen Zhihao didn’t mind that either.

After eating, they walked along the beach, listening to the sound of the waves. The moon gently lit their way.

With a nifty talisman, Wen Zhihao set up a warm, private little area for them to sleep by the sea, with the clear night sky overhead. Sun Fuyu took the initiative to place their bedding together so Wen Zhihao went with the flow and laid down next to him.

He sighed quietly in his heart. Sun Fuyu was so attractive. Aiya, he really liked him. He wanted to reach over and pinch Sun Fuyu’s cheeks and rub Sun Fuyu’s hair...
Wen Zhihao’s naughty hand reached out and rubbed Sun Fuyu’s hair.

Sun Fuyu’s eyes curved as he basked in the sensation. “Wen-ge,” he said softly.

Wen Zhihao’s heart felt like a little Xiao-Yu-cat paw was scratching at it. “Hm.”

Sun Fuyu just smiled at him.

“Alright, go to sleep, some of the jackfruit will be ripe enough to eat tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Sun Fuyu closed his eyes. He shifted a tiny bit closer to Wen-ge and contentedly fell asleep.

And now that Wen Zhihao had defaulted to a certain “plan of action” (i.e., procrastination i.e. not thinking about difficult and messy things like “confession” and “does he like me or not”), he equally, easily fell asleep.

The next morning, they returned back to the sect and Wen Zhihao picked a big ripe jackfruit to eat. Even better, since there were many seeds, it would be a lot easier to plant more jackfruit trees. Wen Zhihao picked another large ripe jackfruit and decided to bring it to the farmers in the Golden Sun Sect when he and Sun Fuyu went with Old Tang to collect fresh vegetables from them.

The farmers happily accepted the fruit, and Wang Aimei assured him that she had plenty of talismans left in order to create a suitable growing environment for the jackfruit along with the newly planted mango trees from the mangos eaten over the last week.

They were just talking normally when suddenly a Golden Core cultivator descended from the sky. Old Tang and Wang Aimei quickly stepped back.

“Wen Zhihao! There you are, hiding among the farmers! Fight me!” Wang Li Wei jumped down from his flying sword and pointed it domineeringly at Wen Zhihao. He had just advanced to Golden Core and he was bursting with energy to duel this hateful Wen Zhihao!

Wen Zhihao looked at where Wang Li Wei had landed. Lucky, he landed on the thin part of the walking land between the manured/fertilised land...

“Fellow Daoist Wang, I was having a conversation with esteemed farmer Wang Aimei—”

“Screw your farm! I’ll destroy it if you don’t duel me! And when you lose, you have to call me father and apologise to me for saying that I have problems in front of my friends!”

Wen Zhihao: “...”

Aiya, son, aren’t you exactly proving that you have some problems?

Wen Zhihao sighed, pushing out his qi aura to dampen Wang Li Wei’s sharply fluctuating one. “Please don’t, Fellow Daoist Wang. Your own meals come from these farms. Perhaps we should sit down, have some food, and talk slowly...”