The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]-Chapter 109 - A farian

Xing Yu stood still, unmoving. Dust clung to his boots, wind shifting dry leaves at his feet. He stared down at the old man who now refused to look him in the eye.

He didn’t know what else to do anymore.

He, a general of the third celestial battalion, once bowed to by empires, was now being insulted, spat on—by Jian’s adopted grandfather. And he couldn’t even fight back.

He couldn’t force the man.

Xing Yu’s jaw tightened. His pale gaze grew colder.

"Is he safe?" he asked quietly. "He was badly injured. Was the bleeding under control?"

The old man’s eyes darted sideways. "I... I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"I saw you get into that car with him." His voice remained calm, but a tremor of urgency seeped through. "He is heavily injured and needs help. He lost too much blood."

There was a pause.

"Please," Xing Yu said, and for the first time, there was a shift in his tone. Less steel, more breath. "Please tell me where he is. The young prince is in pain... and I want to help."

The old man stared at him.

For a moment, something cracked behind his hardened eyes. He was stunned.

But the moment passed.

"Lecherous man," the old man spat, standing shakily before squatting again with forceful stubbornness. "Using dirty tricks like that won’t work with me. I will never reveal where Jian is! Never!"

The words echoed in the silence.

Xing Yu didn’t respond.

He turned away slowly, his face betraying nothing—except a shadow of frustration in the way he exhaled through his nose.

His fingers clenched at his sides. If this path didn’t work, there was only one other option.

He pulled out his communicator and called Decan.

The device the Graylings injected Jian with—Xing Yu remembered—was not built for tracking. But the signal output might have left a trace. If anyone could triangulate that last known location, it was Decan.

Xing Yu brought the communicator to his ear.

The signal connected.

But it wasn’t picked up.

Only the persistent call tone rang out in his ear:

Doooo... Doooo... Doooo...

He lowered the device slowly, the sound ringing in the void. His gaze darkened.

Time was slipping through his fingers.

And Jian—Jian could be somewhere alone and in danger.

*****

On the other side of the orchard, Bian ran.

He ran until his legs gave out, until the grotesque octopus-like creature was no longer in sight. Only when silence wrapped itself around him did he stop, staggering to a tree, chest heaving with ragged breaths. He clutched the bark, his vision blurring as the pressure in his throat threatened to spill over into tears. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"I will... I will get to that school," he panted, forcing himself upright. "I’ll get that gem. I will... I will get back in control of my life."

With that broken vow, he stumbled forward again, one foot dragging behind the other. His injured arm throbbed, blood dried and flaking against his torn sleeve. His legs were bruised, cut from brambles, and every breath felt like a stone lodged in his chest.

But nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw when he finally reached the edge of the school grounds.

Flames.

The academy was gone.

The grand tower and its dome, the marble halls and sprawling training field—nothing remained but burning debris. A massive crater had swallowed the heart of the school, black smoke curling into the evening sky. At its center, caught between ruin and miracle, was a lone emergency capsule.

Small.

Dented.

Yet intact.

Beeping echoed from within, sharp and frantic.

Bian froze. His eyes widened in disbelief.

On the outer shell of the pod was a symbol—a crystalline insignia lined with a starburst design.

A Farian symbol.

His heart skipped a beat. "A Farian?" he whispered. "A real Farian?"

The sound of the flames crackling was drowned out by the pulsing in his ears.

If he could save this Farian—if he could just get into their good graces—then maybe, just maybe, he could buy himself safety. A future. Power. Someone to shield him from Xing Yu, from Jian, from everyone who made him feel like nothing.

Without hesitation, Bian staggered down the crater, slipping on broken stone and burnt grass. His feet skidded, his arm screamed in pain, but he didn’t stop.

"Shit... god—damn it," he hissed through his teeth, sliding down the final few meters. The beeping grew louder. More urgent. A strange fear twisted his stomach.

"Is this thing about to blow up?" he muttered, panic creeping in. But no—no, he couldn’t let fear stop him now.

He threw himself at the hatch and grabbed the handle—

"Ahhh!!" he screamed, yanking his hand back as searing heat scorched his palm. His skin flushed a raw, angry pink.

Teeth gritted, he tore off his shirt, wrapping it hastily around his unburned hand, using his mouth to tighten the knot. Then, breath held, he reached again.

With effort and heat biting through the fabric, the hatch groaned open.

Inside—was a young man.

No not a human, but a Farian.

Golden-blond hair, dulled and dusted with metallic flakes, spilled across the capsule floor. His skin was unnaturally smooth, almost glowing, though it bore the pale sheen of someone unconscious or worse. Blood, bright and tinged faintly gold, stained his temple. In between his eyebrows was a small blue gem.

He was hurt.

But alive.

Bian’s face lit up with raw, childlike joy.

"I found you," he whispered, heart thudding.

Trembling with exertion, he reached inside and pulled the Farian free. The man’s body was heavier than he expected, all lean muscle and dead weight. His own body protested every movement. Still, Bian dragged him, step by agonizing step, across the crater.

And just as they reached the outer rim—

BOOM.

The emergency pod exploded in a deafening roar behind them, throwing up fire and shards of metal.

Bian shielded the Farian with his body as the shockwave hit, knocking them to the ground.

His ears rang.

His heart thudded.

But they were alive.

Both of them.

And Bian—bloodied, burned, but alive—clutched the unconscious Farian like a lifeline.

A desperate smile broke over his soot-streaked face. "You’re my ticket out of this mess..." he whispered hoarsely. "You... you’re going to save me."