The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]-Chapter 120 - New orders

The old man hesitated as the ship’s hatch opened with a smooth, hydraulic hiss. The bluish light pouring from within painted the ground in a strange glow—soft, foreign, and oddly serene.

But the old man took a step back.

"No... I will not," he said, his voice shaking. "I have to find Jian... I have to find him. I’m not getting in there."

His voice cracked at the end, and his fingers curled into trembling fists. There was desperation in his eyes—the kind that came from a man who had lost too much already.

Xing Yu stepped forward quietly. The forest behind them rustled with the quiet descent of the second ship, its thrusters now easing into a soft hum.

"Jian is out there," Xing Yu said gently, "and he’s in danger from those nasty Graylings. He needs protection. I can’t do that if I’m protecting you too. So please... get in."

The old man’s cloudy eyes began to glisten again, his chest heaving. "Graylings..." he whispered. "What..."

"They’re the creatures I slayed before," Xing Yu explained patiently.

The old man nodded slowly, recognition dawning on his tired face—but he still shook his head again, more furiously this time.

"How can I trust you!" he suddenly barked, voice loud and hoarse. "What if you want to hurt him?! I—I don’t even know what you are, or what purpose you’re seeking my grandson for! Why would I leave?! Why should I let you go to him?!"

Xing Yu didn’t flinch. He stood still, letting the old man’s words strike him like stones thrown into the wind.

"I’m not your enemy," he said quietly. "He is my betrothed... and I will do everything in my power to bring him back to you. Safe."

For a long breath, there was silence. Then—

"Betrothed?!"

The old man’s voice rose in outrage. His eyes flared with disbelief, fury overtaking fear.

"I never agreed to marry my child to you!" he shouted, face red and crumpled. "You—you look old! Do you even know how old Jian is?! He’s merely sixteen! Sixteen! And you want to marry him?!"

He lunged forward, fists swinging weakly but furiously at Xing Yu’s chest. "You beast! You filthy bastard! You—!"

Xing Yu let the fists land. Each one barely registered. His armor absorbed the blows, but he didn’t raise a hand to stop them. He only lowered his eyes, conflicted, heart aching in ways he didn’t quite understand. This man was Jian’s family—his only real family. And all Xing Yu wanted was to be accepted. To protect. To be allowed to care.

He waited until the old man had exhausted himself. Then he spoke.

"In our planet," Xing Yu said softly, "we attain maturity at the age of fifteen, by your calculations. Jian is of age by Gia standards."

"That doesn’t make a difference!" the old man bellowed. "Jian is not marrying you! And I’m not going!"

His breath came in short, furious pants. His legs trembled. The veins on his neck stood out.

Behind them, the other Farian soldiers had disembarked. Rows of trained warriors in gleaming armor stood in disciplined silence, watching their General get punched and scolded by a frail, wrinkled human elder. Their lips twitched. They bit them to keep still.

They could not laugh.

Do not laugh, they reminded themselves. General will flay us if we laugh.

It was becoming a spectacle.

And Xing Yu had had enough.

With a firm motion, he stepped forward and, despite the old man’s thrashing, scooped him up into his arms.

"No! Let go! I will not leave you alone with my child! No! Noooo!" the old man howled, his voice breaking as his fists beat at Xing Yu’s chest.

Xing Yu didn’t say a word.

He stepped calmly into the waiting ship, ducked inside, and placed the struggling elder into a cushioned seat. The ship’s interior lights adjusted to human-friendly settings, dimming slightly.

"No! No!" the old man’s cries echoed. "Jian—my Jian—don’t touch my child—!"

The door hissed shut, cutting his voice off from the outside.

Silence settled once more.

Two of Xing Yu’s most trusted soldiers remained outside the ship, awaiting their orders. They stood still but exchanged glances when he approached.

He looked at them coldly. "Why did you return so soon?"

They saluted in their planet’s traditional way—right hand across the heart, left fist at the forehead.

"Second Prince left the main craft secretly," the taller one reported. "After we found out, we were dispatched to retrieve and protect him. But his pod..." he paused briefly, "it lost its signal mid-descent."

Xing Yu’s brows knit. Dican’s pod was missing?

Of course it was. Of course Dican would dive into danger the moment he got the chance.

Xing yu nodded. "you can proceed according to protocol"

Dican was strong he can handle any danger. His priority right now was Jian.

"no! let me out!" the old man continued to pound on the reinforced glass, his shouts muted by the thick insulation of the ship’s walls. His face was wet with tears, twisted in panic, loss, and betrayal.

Xing Yu’s eyes lingered.

He had no choice.

He exhaled slowly and turned to the fifteen soldiers who remained by his side—his most trusted. They stood at sharp attention, waiting, breathing in sync.

"You are to protect the human," he said coldly, "With your lives, if necessary. Nothing is to happen to him. Nothing."

"Yes, General!" they said in unison, voices crisp.

He trusted them. Implicitly. That’s why they were on this mission. Both crafts were filled with soldiers hand-picked by him—elite warriors who wouldn’t falter, who understood the gravity of the person they were now guarding.

He gave a final nod.

"Go."

The soldiers boarded, and a tremble rippled through the ground as both ships initiated lift-off. The wind howled and dust scattered, leaves billowing in every direction as the crafts slowly rose above the trees. The blue light from their thrusters cast eerie shadows across the earth, bathing Xing Yu in cold illumination.

Then, with a sudden whoosh, the two ships broke into the sky. Within seconds, they vanished beyond the atmosphere—taking the old man, and Xing Yu’s worry, with them.

Now, he could focus.

He turned sharply to the remaining two commanders.

"Did you bring the weapon stash?"

"Yes, General," the taller, broad-shouldered one said. From his belt, he unclipped what looked like a small, ordinary black button and held it out.

Xing Yu took it and pressed it to the center of his chest. It clicked once. A low hum vibrated through the air as liquid metal snaked out across his body like living ink, folding, curling, locking into place.

In moments, he was encased in jet-black armor that shimmered with a faint blue pulse under the moonlight. It clung to him like a second skin, sculpted to his frame—sleek, deadly, silent.

The air felt colder now.

His breath misted in front of him.

He turned to the others, his voice low and deadly.

"New orders," he said, his tone like frost. "Find Jian."

He paused, eyes glowing faintly behind the helmet’s visor.

"And kill anything that comes in the way."