After Forcibly Kissing My Master, He Became Obsessed With Me - Chapter 3

As he hesitated, Shi Wuzhi had already begun writing in that book, truly not casting his gaze in this direction.

Xuan Bing knew what he was writing.

Shi Wuzhi was different from other masters; he would draft different cultivation methods based on the specific talents of his inner disciples, ensuring they were the most suitable for that individual.

Which mental cultivation method to circulate daily, where to go to fetch books, what time assessments would be held… he would arrange it all.

Had he not succumbed to qi deviation, Xuan Bing felt that he would certainly have been the best sect leader, the best master.

…I can somewhat understand those people in my past life who shouted for my death now.

Those people also said it was he who had ruined Shi Wuzhi.

Xuan Bing helplessly turned his back to Shi Wuzhi to change his clothes, telling himself over and over in his heart not to cross the line again, for there would be severe consequences.

But…

Xuan Bing stole a glance at Shi Wuzhi, who was holding a brush and writing—

The fragmented light and shadows from outside the window fell through the hall, making his already peerlessly handsome face appear a few degrees more vivid. This touch of vividness changed the very aura surrounding him.

If he previously resembled an exquisite, cold jade carving, he now looked like a living person.

This face… really suited his tastes perfectly.

Xuan Bing coughed, restraining his fluttering thoughts. “Master, I have finished changing.”

The blank pages of the book were stained with silver ink. The ink shimmered, and the handwriting flew across the page, appearing both arrogant and beautiful.

“Mm.” Shi Wuzhi set down the brush, yet his eyes did not look at him. “It is done. In the future, follow this and begin your studies.”

Xuan Bing took it, still feeling a bit nervous. “Thank you, Master.”

Shi Wuzhi rose and went outside, cold and indifferent, not saying another word to him.

Xuan Bing breathed a sigh of relief, only to find his forehead covered in cold sweat.

…Crap, what am I so nervous for?

Speaking of which, it was normal for Shi Wuzhi to always be this cold, wasn’t it?

It had been too long; Xuan Bing had almost forgotten what Shi Wuzhi was like before he succumbed to qi deviation.

“Follow your Master!”

The book in his hand suddenly spoke, flying up with a smack to hit him on the head.

“?” Xuan Bing was startled. “Ah?”

In my last life, you weren’t like this!

The book had already flown off. Xuan Bing hurriedly followed, only to find Shi Wuzhi actually waiting for him outside the hall.

“!”

This truly was a sight rarely seen in a lifetime. In the past, it was always others who waited for Shi Wuzhi.

“Master,” Xuan Bing was somewhat puzzled, “Why didn’t you just tell me to follow you out earlier?”

Shi Wuzhi had already unsheathed his long sword. The sword, glowing with a blue light, suddenly became massive, lying horizontally before them.

“To the Sword Pavilion, to choose an immortal sword for you.”

As the cold voice fell, Xuan Bing felt another tug at his collar, and a hand appeared at his waist.

“…” Xuan Bing fell silent for a moment, finding himself held steady by Shi Wuzhi on the sword as they gradually moved away from the ground.

When Shi Wuzhi taught other disciples, did he also go hand-in-hand and hold their waists like this?

“Stand firm.”

Shi Wuzhi’s voice rang in his ear once more, and the scent of snow lotus instantly enveloped him—

The proximity caused Xuan Bing’s pupils to shrink. He subconsciously tried to dodge, only to crash further into Shi Wuzhi’s embrace.

His muscles were pulled very tight. Xuan Bing became uneasy and pulled a bit of distance between them. “Master, you… ugh!”

The immortal sword abruptly took flight. Out of necessity, Xuan Bing leaned against Shi Wuzhi again.

…I now suspect Shi Wuzhi is doing this on purpose.

He also suspected that Shi Wuzhi had also been reborn.

Otherwise, given Shi Wuzhi’s personality, how could he be so kind to a disciple who had just entered the sect?

Or was he really like this to everyone? Xuan Bing narrowed his eyes, feeling inexplicably a bit jealous.

The Sword Pavilion was reached quickly.

It remained exactly as it was in his memory—shrouded in clouds and mist. From a distance, one could see a massive blue defensive array atop the pavilion, designed to prevent intruders.

Two disciples stood guard outside. Seeing Shi Wuzhi, they respectfully raised their hands in a cupped-fist salute. “Greetings, Sect Leader. Please show your token.”

The rules of the Sword Pavilion were strict; even Shi Wuzhi had to present a token to enter.

Shi Wuzhi raised his hand, and a red jade token appeared in his palm—

“Ling Shuang Sect Leader, Shi Wuzhi.”

The defensive array flickered twice, confirmed his identity, and allowed him entry.

Xuan Bing silently followed behind him, feeling a sense of relief in his heart.

This array could recognize those who had possessed a body… this meant Shi Wuzhi had not been possessed.

Then he really treats every new disciple like this?! Xuan Bing was bewildered; this did not fit Shi Wuzhi’s personality at all.

“Why would the Sect Leader personally bring someone here?” The disciples outside, likely thinking Shi Wuzhi had already gone inside, whispered to each other. “He never brings disciples here!”

Hearing this, the displeasure in Xuan Bing’s heart dissipated slightly as he continued to follow Shi Wuzhi.

But a certain suspicion made him increasingly afraid—Shi Wuzhi couldn’t have actually been reborn too, could he?

Please, no. That would be too terrifying.

Certain things from his past life… Xuan Bing felt a bit embarrassed just thinking about them.

“Why are you dazed?” Shi Wuzhi’s voice rang out abruptly. “Come here.”

Only then did Xuan Bing look up, but he was startled.

They had unknowingly reached a certain floor—a place he had never been before.

Shi Wuzhi stood behind a sword rack, beckoning to him, saying loftily, “Come here and perform the blood recognition for the sword.”

“!” Xuan Bing was stunned. “Master, is this for me?”

In his previous life, Shi Wuzhi hadn’t given him an immortal sword; he had taken the opportunity to forge one himself while out for experience.

“After much consideration, this one is the most suitable for you,” Shi Wuzhi said indifferently. “Stretch out your hand.”

Xuan Bing obediently reached out, but his wrist was gripped by Shi Wuzhi. Whether it was his imagination or not—

Shi Wuzhi seemed to be stroking his wrist bone.

…It reminds me of the time I was imprisoned again. Xuan Bing coughed, feeling extremely uneasy. “What’s next? …Hiss, it hurts!”

A small cut was made on his hand, and blood dripped down. The pain turned Xuan Bing’s face pale.

No one in this world is not afraid of pain.

Xuan Bing thought that, given Shi Wuzhi’s personality, he would be scolded, but he didn’t expect that Shi Wuzhi actually didn’t blame him!!!

In the past, if he tripped during cultivation and Shi Wuzhi happened to pass by, he would always say: “Useless.”

“It is done.” He was in a daze when he heard Shi Wuzhi’s voice suddenly ring out.

Xuan Bing looked down; the place where he had been cut had actually been wrapped in a strip of cloth by Shi Wuzhi.

…Has he really not been possessed?!

He was shocked, yet the old, ancient sword had already emitted a burst of white light. As if washed by water, the rust on it fell away, revealing an ice-blue scabbard within. The hilt was even inlaid with several small, beautiful gemstones.

While it was sparkly, it also gave off a faint aura of lethal intent.

It was very beautiful.

Xuan Bing fell in love with it at first sight. His eyes lit up as he picked up the sword. “Thank you for the sword, Master!”

He was overjoyed, but he didn’t see Shi Wuzhi’s eyes.

That gaze swept over his expression inch by inch, then delved further down—

The clothes Xuan Bing wore were personally provided by him; the perfect amount of looseness revealed that section of fair collarbone.

That was a place he had bitten countless times in his past life.

Shi Wuzhi narrowed his eyes dangerously.

“Master, will you teach me sword techniques?” Xuan Bing looked up joyfully. “But you’re probably busy, right? Will Senior Brother do it then? Can Senior Brother teach me?”

As soon as he spoke, Xuan Bing suddenly felt the place become much colder. He muttered, “Strange, has the wind picked up…”

Shi Wuzhi smiled slightly. The hand hidden in his sleeve clenched tight, yet on the surface, he remained lofty as he said, “He will not. Xue Youzhi has been busy lately with the Four Sects Conference. You are not allowed to bother him.”

“Oh!” Xuan Bing nodded. Having calmed down slightly from his joy, he said, “Right, then I’ll practice by myself! Master, are there sword techniques in that book you gave me?”

Shi Wuzhi stopped speaking again.

Why? Xuan Bing found it a bit strange and tested the waters. “Master?”

The book suddenly flew out again, showing a light projection upon it of two small figures practicing sword moves against each other.

“Eh? You can’t practice alone?” Xuan Bing understood, then blinked his eyes. “Master, then I won’t go looking for Senior Brother. Can I practice with my friend? Can I let him see this cultivation method of mine?”

Shi Wuzhi: “…………”

“You may,” after a long silence, Shi Wuzhi finally spoke coldly. “Go.”

Xuan Bing hugged his sword and ran off.

This was his first sword of this lifetime! It looked beautiful and powerful; he wanted to find Gong Guanqi to see what the function of those inlaid crystals was!

Behind him, the book and Shi Wuzhi stared at each other, as if the book were saying ‘Brother, you’re not pulling your weight’—

Finally, it chose to fly off and follow Xuan Bing.

“BOOM!!!”

“Oh! Why has this bookshelf fallen over?” The disciple who came in to sweep gasped, eyes wide with surprise.

Shi Wuzhi flicked his sleeve and walked toward the main hall of the Ling Shuang Sect with an expressionless face to handle the accumulated affairs.

The Ling Shuang Sect was located atop high mountains, its four great halls and three pavilions emerging amidst the swirling clouds and mist.

The four halls were: at the highest point, the Shanglian Hall belonging to Sect Leader Shi Wuzhi; followed by Immortal Tan Xiaomo’s Qing Ning Hall; then Immortal Feng Qing’s Baifeng Peak; and finally, Immortal Han Yunzhi’s Qiu Dan Hall.

The three pavilions were the Sword Pavilion, the Myriad Treasure Pavilion, and the Incantation Pavilion.

The Sword Pavilion collected countless immortal swords, including many ancient ones. The Myriad Treasure Pavilion gathered the world’s treasures, and the Incantation Pavilion, as the name suggested, housed many books and talismans.

Baifeng Peak occupied the largest area among the halls. Aside from the residences for Feng Qing and the disciples, it also contained the Punishment Pavilion, the Discussion Hall, the Six Rites Court, the Open-air Greeting Hall, and so on.

And at this moment, within Baifeng Peak.

In the disciples’ dormitory, Gong Guanqi had already changed into a set of scarlet disciple robes. He squinted his eyes, stroking the ice-blue immortal sword that did not belong to him. After stroking it for a long while, he said—

“Top grade. The crystals inlaid on this are also very powerful,” he muttered, looking at Xuan Bing beside him. “As expected of the Sect Leader, so generous. I didn’t think your talent would be so highly regarded by him.”

Xuan Bing sat to the side, boredly playing with a cup. Hearing this, he paused. “Don’t just say it’s powerful, what do the crystals do?”

The family Gong Guanqi was born into studied such things. He touched the crystal. “This is Profound Ice Crystal. Only the most frigid lands can yield something even the size of a fingernail… You don’t even recognize this?”

The most frigid lands—Xuan Bing had never been there.

In his last life, although he had gone down the mountain, his experience was among mortals. Furthermore, as soon as he heard Shi Wuzhi had succumbed to qi deviation, he immediately rushed back to the mountain.

It just so happened that he saw Shi Wuzhi with blood-red eyes, piercing Xue Youzhi’s chest with a single sword strike.

Then came the imprisonment… so, of course, he had never been to any frigid lands.

“Don’t keep me in suspense, I really don’t know,” Xuan Bing looked innocent. “How would a beggar know about these things?”

Gong Guanqi stopped teasing him and said enviously, “In certain situations, this crystal will absorb a portion of the enemy’s power for its own use.”

Xuan Bing was stunned. Shi Wuzhi would actually give him such a good sword???

Is he crazy? Could he have given the wrong one?

The more Xuan Bing thought about it, the more he felt an inexplicable unease. He grabbed the sword and ran off again.

“Hey!” Gong Guanqi reached out for him a couple of times but failed to catch him, only able to watch his retreating back—

“I wasn’t finished! The most famous trait of this Profound Ice Crystal is its soul-soothing effect!”

Xuan Bing didn’t hear him at all.