After Forcibly Kissing My Master, He Became Obsessed With Me - Chapter 4

When he returned, he could not find Shi Wuzhi.

“Where did the Sect Leader go?” Xuan Bing suddenly grabbed a disciple and asked.

“The Sect Leader? It seems he went to discuss matters with the Immortals… Eh? Are you that new disciple he just took in?”

Someone had recognized him.

It was currently evening, and those disciples who had not chosen to fast were rushing toward the dining hall. As soon as those words were spoken, the passing disciples all turned their gazes toward him.

Xuan Bing disliked being stared at by so many people; his brow furrowed as he simply said, “Yes.”

“What a self-assured ‘yes,'” came a sarcastic male voice, and the crowd parted to make a path for the speaker.

Xuan Bing looked over and saw it was the disciple named Xue Bing.

He had also changed into the disciple uniform, but his was deep purple—a color Xuan Bing thought looked like someone who had swallowed poison.

“As the Sect Leader’s disciple, acting so stumbled and mannerless in speech and behavior, yet knowing no gratitude,” Xue Bing said with a faint smile, “you are losing face for His Honor.”

“Huh? I didn’t ask him to be grateful to me,” the female disciple who had been asked for directions waved her hands in surprise. “…Why are you being so serious!”

But these words did not ease the tension in the air.

Xuan Bing swept a cold glance over Xue Bing and knew immediately that the other was venting his resentment on him because Shi Wuzhi hadn’t accepted him.

Truly childish.

If it were the Xuan Bing of his previous life, he probably would have suffered this loss in silence, but unfortunately—

“He is my Master, not yours,” Xuan Bing said with an innocent face, stabbing him right in the heart. “My Master hasn’t said anything, so since when is it your turn to discipline me?”

Sure enough, Xue Bing’s expression changed.

When he came here, he had been repeatedly exhorted by the elders of his family to make sure he entered Shi Wuzhi’s tutelage to bring honor to the clan.

He had originally been prepared to let it go, but just now he heard people saying—that this Xuan Bing used to be nothing more than a beggar.

He actually couldn’t compare to a beggar!!!

On what grounds?!

“It’s not quite ‘disciplining’ you,” Xue Bing smiled slightly. “I am merely reminding you not to forget your status. Don’t bring your beggar habits into the sect; it would be bad if you lose the Sect Leader’s face during the Four Sects Assembly.”

It seemed like advice, but in reality, he was telling everyone present that Xuan Bing used to be a beggar.

The Ling Shuang Sect was full of wealthy people, forming many small cliques. Some felt they were born noble and would not mix with the lowly, calling it a difference in “paths.”

In truth, it was just ganging up to ignore the poor disciples.

“Wait, whose disciple are you?” The female disciple from before stepped forward, signaling Xuan Bing to stay quiet, and looked at Xue Bing. “What is your name?”

“Eh, isn’t this the Fifth Senior Sister of Hundred Phoenix Peak?” an onlooker asked in surprise.

Hundred Phoenix Peak? Xuan Bing keenly caught this—he hadn’t had much contact with female disciples in his past life and didn’t know the temperament of the people over there.

But he had heard that the female Immortal named Feng Qing had quite a short temper.

However… Xue Bing was the future heir of the Xue family, with the entire family behind him. He couldn’t let someone else draw the resentment for him.

Thinking of this, Xuan Bing stopped the Senior Sister and stood before Xue Bing, saying lightly, “When I was in the Lower Realm, I often heard that the Xue family’s discipline was strict. Looking at you now, it seems it’s nothing much… After decades of your parents teaching you, did they only teach you how to be competitive and vain?”

Xue Bing froze, his face turning green. “Who are you calling vain?”

“If you aren’t being vain, then what is this?” There was no shortage of disciples from humble backgrounds in the crowd. “Openly and secretly calling this Junior Brother a beggar, thinking you can discipline others just because you think your status is high—do you think this is your Xue family home?”

“A beggar?” A high-ranking female disciple glanced at Xuan Bing and paused. “That shouldn’t be right. I see this Junior Brother is at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment… and he doesn’t seem to have taken any medicinal pills? You don’t have the scent of spiritual medicine on you. Can beggars reach such a high level of cultivation these days?”

Disciples with spiritual roots are cultivated by their families from birth. In the process, they inevitably use medicine to speed up their Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment, and they learn basic sword techniques in advance.

—Whereas for children who haven’t gone through this process, people believe they have a “blank period.”

In other words, if he reached Foundation Establishment without any medicine, he was already an outstanding talent among his peers. If he actually started formal cultivation, wouldn’t he surpass everyone else?

Xuan Bing said helplessly, “Who stipulated that geniuses only come from Great Families?”

He wasn’t exactly boasting.

The Ling Shuang Sect respected strength above all; it was a gathering place for geniuses. Talent was merely the stepping stone here, but the geniuses in people’s memories were usually from wealthy or noble backgrounds, rarely beggars or servants.

It was as if those of lowly status could not be geniuses.

“I like those words,” the crowd parted again as a female immortal carrying a sword walked out.

As soon as she appeared, everyone cried out in surprise: “Eldest Senior Sister!”

“Oh my, it’s actually Senior Sister Qing Yunke! When did she come out of seclusion?”

“Who is that?” a new disciple asked, confused.

“The Eldest Senior Sister of Hundred Phoenix Peak at the Nascent Soul stage! She is the head disciple of Immortal Feng Qing!”

“Nascent Soul stage? She looks only about twenty-three?!”

“I remember the stages are Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Severing, Body Integration, Tribulation Transcendence, Great Perfection, and Ascension… She’s already at Nascent Soul?”

“I heard she was also a beggar!”

“What beggar? She’s the daughter of a villager at the foot of the mountain. Immortal Feng picked her up when she was passing by.”

Qing Yunke was dressed in blue, her long hair tied high, looking brave and heroic. A black iron sword hung at her waist, and a smile played on her delicate face.

Xuan Bing didn’t know her, but he followed the others in cupping his hands. “Greetings, Senior Sister.”

He didn’t know Qing Yunke, but he remembered that Feng Qing was a cultivator of the Tribulation Transcendence stage.

The Senior Sister before him looked so young yet was already at the Nascent Soul stage; she must be highly respected and held in high status within the sect.

“I heard everything you all just said,” Qing Yunke said without any air of superiority. Her expression was clearly gentle when looking at Xue Bing, yet Xue Bing felt incredibly uneasy. “Little friend, the Ling Shuang Sect has never had restrictions on how one sits or stands. As for the Four Sects Assembly, that is not your concern. Remember this for next time—do not overstep your bounds.”

Authority without anger. At this moment, looking at her, the idiom Shi Wuzhi had taught him suddenly surfaced in Xuan Bing’s mind.

“Alright, disperse now. Aren’t you all hungry?”

With one word from Qing Yunke, the crowd scattered.

“Junior Brother,” Xuan Bing was also preparing to leave when she called out to him. Qing Yunke smiled. “There is no need to be troubled by your background. In the eyes of the Sovereigns, everyone is treated equally. They won’t withhold knowledge just because your family is poor.”

“Yes,” Xuan Bing raised his hands in a salute. “Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister.”

After this ordeal, he was no longer in the mood to look for Shi Wuzhi.

Whatever—if it was given to him, it was his. He just needed to start practicing.

Xuan Bing realized once again: as long as you are strong enough, everyone will make way for you.

Just like in his previous life when Shi Wuzhi wanted to imprison him and killed so many people—even if some people criticized Shi Wuzhi for it, they could do nothing about him.

Back then, he truly suspected that the name “Shi Wuzhi” (meaning “none can govern/cure”) was one the man had chosen for himself—indeed, no one in this world could govern him.

Returning to the Upper Lotus Hall, Xuan Bing silently began to meditate and cultivate according to the methods in the manual.

At first, the circulation was slightly blocked, but gradually he entered a good state.

Until his mind once again uncontrollably recalled that person—the one whose tone was very similar to Xue Bing’s—

“You are a beggar; remember your place.”

That was the male wife Shi Wuzhi had married in his previous life, named Zhou Huanchen.

The Zhou family was one of the Great Immortal Families, famous for treasure hunting. Their Clan Head was very young, named Zhou Yue, and Zhou Huanchen was Zhou Yue’s younger brother.

Xuan Bing remembered that at the Four Sects Assembly, Zhou Huanchen fell in love with Shi Wuzhi at first sight.

When the younger brother’s heart moved, Zhou Yue naturally paved the way for everything. Before long, he began to inquire about Shi Wuzhi’s intentions.

That was the third year after Xuan Bing had entered his tutelage. He was twenty-two that year. He was bringing tea inside when he heard—

“My Wan-chen’s appearance and character are of the highest quality,” Zhou Yue said. “If you marry him, from now on, all the treasures of the Zhou family will be at your disposal.”

Xuan Bing originally thought that with Shi Wuzhi’s personality, he would refuse, but he didn’t expect…

“Fine,” Shi Wuzhi’s voice came from inside.

At that moment, Xuan Bing suddenly felt as if he heard the sound of peach blossoms falling in the courtyard. His emotions broke through the cage of reason; he pushed open the door, and the tea spilled onto the ground.

“…Little Xuan,” Shi Wuzhi’s voice didn’t seem calm. “Why are you…”

Zhou Yue also looked at him in surprise.

“…It’s nothing.” Xuan Bing suppressed the hostility in his heart, but he had no idea his eyes were red. “I accidentally tripped. I will go brew another pot for Master.”

He went out.

Shi Wuzhi never drank the tea he brewed again.

Later, on the night of Shi Wuzhi’s grand wedding, he went down the mountain. He met a few like-minded friends in the mortal world and decided to punish evil and promote good together.

Still later, Shi Wuzhi fell into the demonic path. Out of worry for him, Xuan Bing returned to the mountain.

Xuan Bing thought that the corrupted Shi Wuzhi would kill everyone; he thought so even when he reached the Demon Palace.

Until he was imprisoned and saw Zhou Huanchen in the underground Demon Palace.

That was the third time he had seen Zhou Huanchen, dressed in his signature white clothes, his temperament truly like the cold moon of the nine heavens.

“A match made in heaven,” Xuan Bing remembered himself saying. “You and Master are indeed a match made in heaven.”

The same white clothes, the same blandness, the same lack of worth for even a second glance from him.

He didn’t want to see Zhou Huanchen, yet this Wan-chen insisted on provoking him.

He had provoked Xuan Bing twice.

The first time was during the wedding. He went to congratulate them, wishing them a happy honeymoon.

Shi Wuzhi was not there at the time.

Zhou Huanchen said very strangely, “Honeymoon? You are fit to speak of a honeymoon? You are nothing but a plaything Shi Wuzhi slept with once; you don’t even count as an abandoned spouse!”

Xuan Bing found it baffling. “What are you talking about? Do you really think everyone likes Shi Wuzhi?”

He really hadn’t slept with Shi Wuzhi; he had only been forcibly kissed once at the very beginning of his apprenticeship.

But he didn’t expect Zhou Huanchen to have such a twisted perspective, so he turned and left, descending the mountain that very night.

At that time, he didn’t know that wishing “newlyweds a happy union” was an insult to an old flame watching a new marriage; he thought it was just a common greeting.

And the second time—

“You slut,” in the Demon Palace, Zhou Huanchen’s sword was pointed at his chest. “Last time I wrongly accused you of having an affair with Shi Wuzhi, but this time I’m not wrong, am I?”

Xuan Bing remained silent.

There was no way to refute this—because as soon as he was imprisoned, Shi Wuzhi wanted to play out the “forced love” tropes from storybooks, and Xuan Bing had half-willingly agreed.

Who told him he liked Shi Wuzhi’s face too much?

Uh, and also [Redacted Content].

So Zhou Huanchen wasn’t wrong; he was indeed a “slut,” but he had never claimed to be a saint either.

—Well, mainly he thought Zhou Huanchen was dead, otherwise he wouldn’t have done such a thing.

After all, Shi Wuzhi seemed to have told him that this kind of behavior—cheating during a marriage—was called being a “home-wrecker.”

So Xuan Bing didn’t speak; he lowered his gaze and closed his eyes—Fine, just kill me.

But just as Zhou Huanchen’s sword sank an inch into his heart, the other suddenly spoke: “You really are willing to lower yourself. Shi Wuzhi is impotent, and you still play along with him?”

“?”

Xuan Bing opened his eyes—Now I’m interested in this topic.

But…

“Who said he’s impotent?” Xuan Bing had a dazed look on his face. If he’s impotent, why am I in pain? What was it that I saw?

He didn’t get an answer.

Because Shi Wuzhi had arrived.

“How many times has he bullied you like this?” Shi Wuzhi, dressed in black, appeared behind him at some unknown time and caught Zhou Huanchen’s sword with his bare hand.

Zhou Huanchen was startled and quickly said in a soft voice, “Wuzhi, why are you here?”

Before Xuan Bing could speak, Shi Wuzhi asked again, “I asked—how many times?!”

His voice was cold, carrying murderous intent.

Blood dripped down; the blade was actually snapped by Shi Wuzhi’s raw strength!

Xuan Bing: “…”

Now I look like the ‘evil concubine’ who brings ruin to the kingdom.

“No,” he said, “it’s just…”

I have a few other things to ask you…

Just as the thought finished in Xuan Bing’s mind, blood had already splashed onto his face.

Shi Wuzhi had actually killed Zhou Huanchen!

“You said ‘just,’ which means it was more than once.” Shi Wuzhi coldly and calmly retracted his hand, taking out a handkerchief to wipe it. “No one can bully you except me.”

“Good boy…”

“Did this filthy blood get on you? It’s my fault…”

Xuan Bing froze for a moment, his eyes widening at this contrast.

“Let Master lick it clean for you.”

Shi Wuzhi suddenly leaned in and kissed the blood on his cheek.

Xuan Bing’s eyes grew even wider.

He suddenly woke up from his meditation with a start.

“Are you practicing?”

Outside the hall, the sound of Shi Wuzhi knocking on the door suddenly drifted in.