After Forcibly Kissing My Master, He Became Obsessed With Me - Chapter 1

“Master…”

Within the dim palace, the bed linens were in disarray, and a strange scent lingered in the air.

A person lay upon the couch, clad in red robes, yet pinned down beneath another. His long hair was scattered, and half of his face bore a blood-colored tattoo that resembled an enchanting, crimson flower.

If anyone from the Immortal Clans were present, they would recognize him as the famous “mad disciple” of the LingsShuang Sect—Xuan Bing.

And the man pinning him down by the throat, handsome yet shrouded in darkness and clad in black robes, was Xuan Bing’s master—Shi Wuzhi.

In what way was Xuan Bing mad? On the very day Shi Wuzhi took him as a disciple, he had kissed Shi Wuzhi in front of everyone, grandly calling it a “taste test.”

It was said that Shi Wuzhi’s face turned black on the spot, and he sent him flying with a single palm strike.

Shi Wuzhi’s eldest disciple, Xue Youzhi, had been so startled that he quickly flew over to catch his junior brother, Xuan Bing.

At the time, Xuan Bing wasn’t injured, nor was he pretentious; he simply grinned and said, “Master even looks good when he’s angry.”

Everyone was speechless. In their silence, they marveled at his audacity.

But if he could do it all over again… Xuan Bing swore he would never force a kiss on him again!!!

Xuan Bing was being choked to the point of dizziness. He thought to himself: If there’s a next time… I won’t provoke you.

“Does it hurt?” Shi Wuzhi smiled faintly. A dark expression suddenly surfaced on his peerlessly handsome face, and a streak of blood-red appeared within his pale golden eyes. “It hurts me too… Why did you smile at that demon attendant today?”

Xuan Bing couldn’t defend himself, because he truly had just given the demon a casual smile; there was no other meaning behind it.

“Let… go of… me,” Xuan Bing gasped intermittently, his pale face flushing red from lack of oxygen. “…Master, I’m really… going to die.”

He looked pitiful to the extreme.

Shi Wuzhi’s hand paused. The blood-red in his golden eyes dissipated, and his grip loosened slightly. Just as Xuan Bing thought he was finally liberated—

A shadow flashed before his eyes, and a thick scent of snow lotus enveloped him.

His lips were being kissed. A trace of dazed confusion appeared in his eyes, the corners of which were flushed crimson.

Shi Wuzhi was kissing him.

…Shi Wuzhi was doing this again.

Sometimes Xuan Bing felt that he wasn’t the one who was sick, but rather Shi Wuzhi.

He always did this—whenever he lost an argument, or when he knew he was acting unreasonably, he would kiss him frantically.

Xuan Bing couldn’t utter a single syllable.

He didn’t know how Shi Wuzhi had become like this.

In the beginning, he truly liked Shi Wuzhi… Who wouldn’t like someone so powerful?

—Shi Wuzhi, the Sect Leader of LingsShuang Sect, possessed peerless beauty and a cultivation level nearing the Soul Transformation stage. Everyone said he was the number one person in the world.

But he had suffered a cultivation deviation.

He was already incredibly strong, but after falling into demonhood, he became even more so, directly establishing himself as the Demon Venerable.

Therefore, Xuan Bing didn’t even think about resisting or struggling. He knew he couldn’t win, and he knew that after Shi Wuzhi finished kissing him, he would let him go.

He had gone through this process many times… First, he would be imprisoned for a round of dual cultivation over some nonsensical matter, then he would be choked and kissed.

Finally, once Shi Wuzhi regained his senses, everything would be fine.

When he regains his senses… Xuan Bing closed his eyes and raised his arms to hug the neck of the man on top of him.

Sensing his submissive aura, Shi Wuzhi transferred some of his spiritual power to him through the kiss.

Xuan Bing liked Shi Wuzhi, but he liked himself even more; he wouldn’t do anything detrimental to his own interests.

He wanted Shi Wuzhi’s power… He needed spiritual power to do what he wanted to do.

Soon, Shi Wuzhi’s breathing steadied.

He pulled his lips away from Xuan Bing’s and gazed into those beautiful eyes. His lips moved slightly, making Xuan Bing think he wanted to say something.

But Shi Wuzhi said nothing. He simply took his own clothes from the side and dressed Xuan Bing in them.

Shi Wuzhi loved making him wear his clothes… He loved leaving his exclusive scent of snow lotus upon his body.

“…Xiao Xuan,” Shi Wuzhi lowered his eyes. A look of dejection appeared on his handsome face as he suddenly asked a very strange question. “If we could return to the very beginning, would you still take me as your master?”

Xuan Bing’s gaze shifted slightly as he told a lie. “…I would.”

—Would my ass.

If I could go back to when I was nineteen, I’d carry off the most precious celestial beast and run away overnight. Why the hell would I apprentice myself to you?

Xuan Bing grumbled in his heart, but on the surface, he remained listless.

However, to avoid being beaten, he couldn’t say those words aloud.

Though Shi Wuzhi had never actually beaten him; most of the time, he was quite indulgent.

Upon hearing this, Shi Wuzhi suddenly turned to look at him and asked again, “That day at the recruitment assembly, you later said you kissed me because you liked me. Were those words true or false?”

Seemingly not expecting him to follow up with such a question, Xuan Bing froze for a moment. Just as he was about to answer, someone suddenly came from outside to deliver a message—

“Venerable One, the new Sect Leader of the LingsShuang Sect of the Immortal Clan requests an audience.”

The new Sect Leader of LingsShuang Sect? Who was it? Xuan Bing was startled, but he saw Shi Wuzhi’s expression sour again as he rose and left.

Forget it, it has nothing to do with me. Xuan Bing sat up slowly, intending to continue looking for the path out of the Demon Palace.

Although Shi Wuzhi had imprisoned him for many years, he only forbade him from leaving the Demon Palace; he could still walk around other places.

He had even found a… strange path.

Xuan Bing’s eyes darkened. He unfastened the shackles on his ankles, but his gaze fell upon the red bracelet on his wrist.

This was something Shi Wuzhi had placed on him to track his location.

Xuan Bing hesitated for a moment, didn’t remove the bracelet, and went straight out.

This Demon Palace was created by Shi Wuzhi splitting a mountain; it was located underground, shrouded in darkness, with strange glowing grass lining the paths.

Xuan Bing had inadvertently discovered that on the west side of the Demon Palace, there was a path paved with black stones. The end of the black stones was a precipice, and below the precipice was a sky-high crimson fire.

He recognized that fire. His parents had died in that blood-colored flame—their bodies burned, their souls severed, never to be reincarnated.

The black stone path was incredibly hot. Even wearing shoes, Xuan Bing felt a stinging pain from the heat.

He walked to the edge of the precipice—

“Xuan Bing! What are you doing!”

The voice he had hoped for appeared. Xuan Bing stood at the end of the black stone path, looking at the man in black robes whose eyes were filled with panic.

Shi Wuzhi had come.

“Master…” Xuan Bing murmured, “It’s so hot down there, I’m so scared…”

A flash of spiritual light flickered, and Shi Wuzhi was already not far from him. He looked into those golden pupils, recalling the sensation of his neck being choked.

It hurt so much… Why was his master so powerful?

“What kind of madness has possessed you?! If you’re scared, why come here?!” There was a hint of terror in Shi Wuzhi’s eyes, as if he feared Xuan Bing would jump.

Xuan Bing looked up and reached out his hand, his voice soft and delicate. “Master, I hate this dark Demon Palace so much… I want to leave. Come closer and let me kiss you one last time before I go, okay?”

Shi Wuzhi froze, his footsteps moving toward him uncontrollably.

He grabbed Xuan Bing, his tone turning sharp, “Leave? Where do you think you’re going?!”

Xuan Bing raised his eyes to look at him, a look of madness appearing within them: “…I want—you to die!!!”

His remaining spiritual power shackled the other man’s spiritual veins. In an instant, Shi Wuzhi found he could not move. He originally wanted to resist, but then remembered something and gave up.

Xuan Bing was stunned. He hadn’t expected to actually succeed. “You…”

“You want me to die?” Shi Wuzhi looked at him, a bit of blood-red in his golden pupils. “Do you know what is down there? If I go down, I will truly be dead. There will be no next life…”

“Of course I know!” Xuan Bing glared at him. “But what about your spiritual power? Can you not even contend with this tiny bit of my strength?”

Shi Wuzhi only said, “You want me to die, right?”

“Yes!”

The moment the word fell, Xuan Bing reached out and pushed. Simultaneously, Shi Wuzhi broke free from the spiritual constraint and grabbed Xuan Bing by the neck—

“Fine. I will die, but without you in hell, I won’t be able to live!!”

The cliff suddenly cracked in half under the influence of spiritual power. Xuan Bing was startled and tried to run, but was dragged down by Shi Wuzhi. The scorching blood-red tongues of fire instantly leaped up from below—

It hurts so much…!!

The intense heat swept over him; this was the only thought in Xuan Bing’s mind.

“You clearly destroyed me.”

He suddenly heard Shi Wuzhi speak.

“But for some reason, I…”

The intense heat was blocked slightly. Xuan Bing struggled to open his eyes and found himself held in Shi Wuzhi’s arms, shielded from most of the flames.

In a daze, he saw what seemed to be tears in Shi Wuzhi’s golden pupils.

“…Master,” Xuan Bing’s instinct made him speak, “What do you mean I destroyed you? Me?”

Shouldn’t it be you who destroyed me?

Weren’t you the one who imprisoned me?

Weren’t you the one who made me watch you in newlywed bliss with someone else?

The more Xuan Bing thought about it, the angrier he got. He struggled to raise his hand and—thwack—landed another slap on Shi Wuzhi’s handsome face!

This is outrageous! You dare say I destroyed you?!

This time, the raging fire completely swallowed their figures. Xuan Bing’s vision went black. His final consciousness was—

Then let’s die together.

…Death is fine. In death, we can go to hell together.

Those without love ascend to immortality; those with love fall into the prison of love.

Who told you to be ambiguous with me? Who told you to give me the chance to force a kiss on you?

Anyway, I am not in the wrong—

Xuan Bing thought painfully.

You hate me, and you also love me a little. Because of this love, everyone curses us, but how many people in this world can be cursed together?

So we are a perfect match.

Only, if I could do it again, I would never take you as my master…

“Little friend? Little friend? Why did you suddenly faint? The Immortals are about to arrive! Wake up quickly!”

Xuan Bing’s head was full of stars. He looked up only to see a face he knew should never appear again.

It was the senior brother responsible for logistics and recruitment at LingsShuang Sect, named Sun Yi.

But Xuan Bing remembered this man had died long ago—mauled to death by a demon beast, leaving only a corpse.

Xuan Bing’s eyes widened. “Senior Brother… you?” You’ve returned from the dead?

Seeing him awake, Sun Yi hurried to help him up. “Stand up straight quickly, the Sect Leader and the Immortals have arrived!”

Xuan Bing’s head was buzzing as he stood up.

LingsShuang Sect was located atop a high mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist. Including the Sect Leader, there were four Immortals in the sect.

“The Sect Leader of LingsShuang Sect, Shi Wuzhi, arrives—”

“Immortal Qingning, Tan Xiaomo, arrives—”

“Immortal Fengqing arrives…”

The long cry of the welcoming disciple rang out. Xuan Bing looked incredulously through the jostling crowd toward the person on the highest platform.

That person wore a gold-trimmed black robe. His raven-black hair was held high by a silver crown. He sat there with eyes closed, and though his eyes were shut, his aura was as cold and noble as a mountain snow lotus.

That was the black-haired, golden-eyed Shi Wuzhi.

…I’ve been reborn? Didn’t they say that going down into that fire meant certain death without the possibility of reincarnation?

Just as he finished his daze, a youth beside him stepped forward and cupped his fists. “Xue Bing of the Southwest Xue family, wishes to apprentice under the Sect Leader.”

Sect Leader Shi Wuzhi opened his eyes.

“Little friend, please place your hand on the Cultivation Testing Stone first.”

The Testing Stone was a rock that could detect a person’s cultivation, displaying their current level directly.

The youth named Xue Bing placed his hand upon it.

Xuan Bing quickly recalled in his heart—the Southwest Xue family. He remembered this person was the sole son of the Xue family. At the time, what he measured was… Foundation Establishment?

“Only fifteen and already at the Foundation Establishment stage. Truly not bad,” the disciple in charge of testing expressed words of praise.

“Qingning is looking to take an inner disciple today,” Shi Wuzhi spoke, his voice cold and clear. “How about you enter Qingning’s tutelage?”

Qingning, standing to the side: “…”

Hearing this, Xuan Bing’s heart began to race wildly.

He had no way to calm it—because he truly had once viewed Shi Wuzhi as a role model, as motivation during his low points, and as the object of his secret crush.

He and Shi Wuzhi had been entangled for so many years; he had loved him, hated him, and been helpless against him.

To a cultivator, that amount of time wasn’t much, but during that time, Xuan Bing had experienced a lot, and his hair had even turned a bit white.

…This time, he didn’t want to take Shi Wuzhi as his master anymore.

Xuan Bing looked at Shi Wuzhi with a complex gaze and slowly backed out of the crowd—

He didn’t want to stay in LingsShuang Sect anymore.

However, before he could retreat even half a meter, Xuan Bing felt his body become light. A white shadow flashed before his eyes, and when he looked up, he was face-to-face with Shi Wuzhi’s beautiful face—

“Your natural talent is excellent,” Shi Wuzhi lowered his eyes, his voice ringing out once more. “I shall take you as my personal closed-door disciple.”

“!!!”

Xuan Bing was horrified. Why was the progression different from his previous life?

I didn’t even force a kiss on you in this life! Why do you still want to take me in?!