After Being Forced Into This Obsessive Love, the Master Is Starting to Get a Little Hooked - Chapter 8

Shi Changting felt a sudden sense of relief. He hurriedly followed, as if fleeing from something, leaving Bian Menghan alone in the room.

Bian Menghan watched the direction in which Shi Changting disappeared. His gaze was gloomy and terrifying, like black clouds hanging over a city, slowly obscuring all traces of light.

Lan Qiao had summoned him, and as expected, it was to hold him accountable.

“Changting! You must give me a reasonable explanation for what happened in the great hall today.”

Lan Qiao wore a stern expression as he stared at the junior brother who had surpassed him in both appearance and strength since childhood. His eyes glimmered with a mixture of reproach and confusion.

“Senior Brother, have you ever thought,” Shi Changting said, slowly raising his head. His gaze met Lan Qiao’s, calm and firm.

After a moment of silence, he spoke: “Perhaps our previous methods were wrong.”

His voice was not loud, but it seemed to contain an intangible power that made others take notice.

Lan Qiao’s emotions had cooled, and he looked like a noble superior standing before him. “Oh? Where exactly were we wrong?”

Shi Changting’s mind raced as he carefully guided the conversation. “We all know he is a demonic cultivator from the Demon Realm. We all know he infiltrated the sect with ulterior motives. We hoped to force him to lose his composure, expose his flaws, and then lure him into a trap to reap the rewards. However, we may not have realized that doing so would only be counterproductive.”

“Counterproductive?” Lan Qiao’s tone rose slightly. “In what way?”

It backfired because he will abduct me, imprison me, and force me to do this and that! Are you satisfied now! Really! Ask, ask, ask! That is all you know how to do! Why don’t you check for yourself!

Shi Changting howled in his heart, nearly causing his sleeping system to suffer from shock.

He then calmed down and lied without changing his expression: “Not only will we fail to get what we want, but we will also startle the enemy and ruin our chances.”

Even though the enemy had already been startled.

Lan Qiao remained silent. A cold sneer suddenly appeared on his previously calm face, cold and indifferent, as if it could pierce through one’s heart.

He said coldly: “It sounds like you understand him quite well.”

His words carried a touch of imperceptible sarcasm.

“Naturally, I do have some understanding of him.” Shi Changting did not retreat or look away when faced with his senior brother’s scrutiny, his gaze remaining calm and frank. “I have been his master for quite some time now, so I know a thing or two about his temperament.”

As Shi Changting said this, he recalled the character settings written in the book. Bian Menghan’s background was not good, and his growing environment was too terrible. It was no wonder his personality was a bit twisted.

Shi Changting continued: “Based on my current observations, he is the type who responds better to softness than force. Instead of oppressing and abusing him, which only turns him into our enemy, why not try to touch him with love and recruit him? Perhaps we will see unexpected results.”

After saying this, Shi Changting kept his eyes fixed on Lan Qiao, waiting for a reaction.

Lan Qiao frowned immediately.

Shi Changting knew how ridiculous, or even stupid, what he had just said sounded. The idea of redeeming an enemy with love and pulling them into one’s own camp was something he had only ever seen in novels. It was actually very difficult to implement in reality.

However, “fatherly love” was still a form of love, right? If he could influence him even a little, that would be enough.

“Then what do you intend to do?” Lan Qiao was clearly wavering.

Although he had always been jealous of Shi Changting’s looks and strength, he was always very clear-headed regarding matters of principle.

Shi Changting spoke nonsense: “From now on, I will do my best to treat him well, take care of him, teach him, and strive to influence him by giving him everything I can. However,” he paused, “I cannot guarantee the final result.”

He was not lying this time.

According to the original plot, this child was a ticking time bomb. No one but him could control him. And to control him, he would have to pay an extremely “tragic” price. He did not want to do that yet. He believed he could find another way.

Lan Qiao fell into a strange, prolonged silence. It was so long that Shi Changting was almost ready to stomp his feet in place and spin around three times. He was short on time, Senior Brother! He really had no time to waste! He was in a rush to send the “plague god” on his way.

Can you do it or not? Give me an answer, Big Brother! Why are you so indecisive!

Lan Qiao was clearly still half-doubtful, but in the end, he chose to trust him. “Since you, his master, say so, then let it be. I will suspend the previous plans. From now on, all matters regarding him will be under your command.”

It would have been better if you said that earlier.

Shi Changting studied the matter secretly with Lan Qiao once more before finally leaving, satisfied.

Late at night, it was time to get down to business.

Early the next morning, the moment Bian Menghan opened his eyes, he saw Shi Changting sitting sideways on his narrow bed. His long hair flowed like a waterfall, his features were as cold and aloof as a painting, and his eyes were looking at him with gentle warmth.

Bian Menghan rubbed his eyes and said in a daze: “Master…”

Strange! How could he have slept so soundly!

His vigilance had always been strong, yet last night he felt unusually at ease. In the Demon Realm, he had suffered countless insults and abuse, and no one had ever treated him well. He had never slept through the night.

But last night, he had truly slept well. No nightmares, no insomnia, no scorching anxiety from failing to complete a mission. Nothing at all. He had fallen asleep so easily, his vigilance dropping to an unprecedented low. He was certain that if someone had wanted to kill him last night, he would have died silently on his bed without even knowing it.

This was not a good sign.

“Menghan, you are awake.”

Bian Menghan coughed: “Master, why are you up so early?”

Shi Changting did not speak; he only smiled faintly.

I am not up early, dear disciple. I did not sleep at all last night. Thinking that I can send you away today makes me so excited I could not sleep…

He then pulled out a brocade box from behind him like he was presenting a treasure and pushed it toward Bian Menghan. “A gift for you.”

Bian Menghan, just waking up, looked blank for a moment, unable to react.

“Ah?”

Shi Changting’s clear voice carried a hint of seduction: “Go on, open it and see.”

Bian Menghan looked suspicious but hesitantly obeyed.

The box was slowly opened to reveal an ancient-looking long sword. The blade shimmered with a silver-gray light, like the clear radiance cast by a cold moon in the night. It was mesmerizing and mysterious. The hilt was meticulously carved with complex and delicate patterns, resembling some kind of spell, exuding an ancient and solemn atmosphere. It seemed as if, having weathered the changes of time, it was telling of the countless battles and honors it had experienced, causing one’s heart to tremble.

At this moment, the previously clear sky suddenly turned overcast. Thick clouds, dark as ink, rolled and surged, creating a pressure that made it difficult to breathe.

The blade itself began to tremble slightly, accompanied by a crisp, buzzing sound. The noise was faint at first, but it quickly grew louder, like the resounding cries of a battle from an ancient battlefield, deafening to the ears.

Bian Menghan’s pupils dilated in shock. His hand trembled as he reached out.

He recognized it.

This was the treasure of the Immortal Sect.

The God-Slaying Sword.