After Forcibly Kissing My Master, He Became Obsessed With Me - Chapter 5

It was no exaggeration to say that Xuan Bing’s heart was about to leap out of his throat.

My goodness.

Xuan Bing swallowed hard, hurriedly scrambled up, and opened the door.

The sky outside had turned dark, and stars twinkled in the deep night. Standing there was Shi Wuzhi, unexpectedly carrying a food box.

Xuan Bing wondered if he was hallucinating from a cultivation deviation—how could this scene feel so much like… his idea of a home?

If his parents were still alive, would they also bring him late-night snacks in the middle of the night?

“You haven’t reached the stage of Inedia (fasting) yet. What did you eat this afternoon?” Shi Wuzhi walked inside and placed the food box on the table. Only then did he notice Xuan Bing was drenched in sweat. He narrowed his eyes, appearing displeased.

Following his gaze, Xuan Bing quickly said, “Master, I’m sorry. I’ll go wash up immediately.”

He remembered that Shi Wuzhi had a germophobic streak and disliked seeing people looking disheveled in front of him. Because of this, the sect supposedly had regulations about regular grooming, and bronze mirrors were placed in many locations.

“Eat something before you go wash.”

Xuan Bing felt that Shi Wuzhi was being incredibly gentle, and he began to suspect he was actually in a dream.

“Come here.” Shi Wuzhi clicked his tongue. “Why are you standing there like a fool?”

Xuan Bing snapped back to reality and sat down.

Inside the food box were two dishes of vegetables, a bowl of soup, and a bowl of plump, translucent rice.

“There are still people in the dining hall at this hour?” Xuan Bing was shocked. “It smells so good.”

Shi Wuzhi’s hand clenched beneath the table. He lowered his eyes. “No speaking while eating; no talking while sleeping.”

Perhaps because the atmosphere was so pleasant, Xuan Bing’s thoughts skipped a beat. He thought to himself: ‘No talking while sleeping’ my foot. In our last life after you imprisoned me, you forced me to say things you liked to hear quite often. Why didn’t you mention ‘no talking while sleeping’ back then?

While grumbling internally, Xuan Bing’s mouth was very honest as he chewed away.

This food was truly delicious; it tasted similar to what he had eaten in the Demon Palace in his past life.

Though he ate quickly, his manners were good. Shi Wuzhi caught a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye and suddenly asked, “How is it that I heard you were bullied by others this afternoon?”

Xuan Bing choked on a vegetable upon hearing this. He hurriedly took two bites of rice to push the food down.

So, in the middle of the night, Shi Wuzhi came here to ask about this?

“No,” Xuan Bing replied. “It was a minor issue. I’ve already solved it myself.”

As he spoke, he suddenly felt the room grow a bit colder, as if Shi Wuzhi was dissatisfied with that answer.

“Good,” Shi Wuzhi said faintly. “It is well that you weren’t bullied.”

—Aha, this is the normal reaction for Shi Wuzhi, Xuan Bing thought.

If this were the past-life Shi Wuzhi who had succumbed to heart demons, he would definitely be pinning him down and acting crazy right now, asking why he didn’t come to find him for help, why he insisted on solving it himself… and so on.

It seemed Shi Wuzhi hadn’t been reborn; he had truly died in that fire.

Xuan Bing breathed a secret sigh of relief. “Yeah, I’m not that stupid. How could I let myself be bullied without fighting back?”

—Uh, actually, it seems the only time I didn’t fight back was when I was being bullied by Shi Wuzhi in my last life.

However, Xuan Bing also admitted that even if he had fought back, he couldn’t have won. He had only managed to land two slaps right before he died while the other was off guard.

Come to think of it, Shi Wuzhi’s expression must have been quite ugly then.

Xuan Bing thought while eating.

His thoughts were always scattered, jumping from one thing to another. Since the atmosphere was so good, he couldn’t help but make small talk with Shi Wuzhi again.

“By the way, Master, you’re so powerful. What ‘Dao’ (Path) do you cultivate?” Xuan Bing asked while burying his head in his food.

Shi Wuzhi stared at the back of his head, his eyes churning with complex emotions. “At any rate, it is not the Path of Emotionless.”

“?” Xuan Bing was even more puzzled. “Why not the Path of Emotionless? That path seems very powerful, doesn’t it?”

“To my knowledge, no one has successfully ascended through the Path of Emotionless.” Shi Wuzhi remained faint, yet his gaze stayed fixed on Xuan Bing. “That road is very difficult.”

Xuan Bing looked like a cute little squirrel.

“I see,” Xuan Bing finally finished eating. He took a handkerchief to wipe his mouth and looked up at Shi Wuzhi. “Then what does Master cultivate?”

Shi Wuzhi retracted his gaze just in time as Xuan Bing looked up, preventing him from seeing his eyes. Only then did he continue coldly, “Meddlesome. I shall say it once more: no speaking while eating, no talking while sleeping.”

Xuan Bing behaved himself this time, falling silent and preparing to clear the dishes.

However, with a wave of Shi Wuzhi’s hand, the bowls vanished, transported to some unknown place.

“Wow,” Xuan Bing pretended he had never seen such a thing. “Where did the bowls go?”

A beggar indeed shouldn’t have seen these things; he had to stick to his “beggar persona” from his past life.

Shi Wuzhi: “They have been put away. Go change and bathe, then sleep early. Tomorrow at the hour of Mao (5–7 AM), go to the Lotus Sea to practice your sword.”

“Where do I bathe?” Xuan Bing blinked. “Master, is there a place to bathe in the Shanglian Hall?”

He remembered in his past life he had to go to a communal bathhouse. It was so late now—was that place still open?

“Go out from here and turn left. There is a small bathhouse with running spring water. Go yourself,” Shi Wuzhi stood up. “I am returning to my room to rest.”

When he stood up, Xuan Bing’s heart jumped, thinking Shi Wuzhi wanted to go with him. Hearing those words, he finally felt at ease.

He was particularly afraid of bathing with Shi Wuzhi—especially the Shi Wuzhi after his cultivation deviation.

Fortunately, the current Shi Wuzhi was normal… Xuan Bing muttered to himself as he found his clothes and soap and headed to the bath.

Before leaving, he left the flying manual Shi Wuzhi had prepared for him on the table. He was afraid of getting it wet.

Shi Wuzhi’s bedchamber was much larger than Xuan Bing’s room, and the furnishings were all rare items.

The exquisite porcelain on the curio shelves, the screens, and the calligraphy on the wall hangings—if anyone could recognize them—would be revealed as treasures that one could only dream of obtaining.

Shi Wuzhi removed his outer robe and sat in meditation on the couch.

Though it was called meditation, the light surrounding him flickered with a reddish hue, as if he were struggling violently against something…

Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Blood began to seep out from all over his body, soaking his garments.

And within that mouthful of blood he spat out, there was a strange, golden-glowing pearl…

“…Damnable thing.”

Shi Wuzhi murmured to himself. His golden pupils became as beautiful as glazed glass, with not a hint of red remaining.

He stood up and tried to cast a Water-Cleansing Spell, only to find that even this basic task was somewhat taxing.

…The “Number One Person in the World.”

The Number One Person in the World.

Shi Wuzhi repeated it twice in his mind.

In the deep night, countless invisible points of spiritual energy surged frantically toward this location.

Shi Wuzhi was born with a celestial body; his method of cultivation was unique.

Soon, at his dantian, the phantom shadow of a Golden Core appeared once more.

Meanwhile, the blood-stained core he had spat out grew brighter and brighter.

Shi Wuzhi frowned, found a box, picked it up, and locked it inside. The spiritual aura was instantly severed.

Shi Wuzhi breathed a sigh of relief. Calculating the time, he looked at his blood-soaked body and also headed toward the bathhouse.

…By this time, Xuan Bing should have already finished and left.

Otherwise, he might not be able to restrain himself… from making him cry again.

In the bathhouse, the mist spiraled upward. Xuan Bing leaned against the edge of the pool. The soft frame of a youth already showed the faint outline of abdominal muscles, and his wet black hair was draped to one side.

He stared at the ceiling beams, his mind uncontrollably drifting back to Shi Wuzhi’s appearance.

…Damn it, why does that face have to look exactly like the kind I like most?

But surely the lives of all people are more important than my private feelings…

He hadn’t forgotten the way Shi Wuzhi killed people in his past life.

But those lips…

Xuan Bing touched his own lips, and for some reason, remembered the first time he had forcibly kissed Shi Wuzhi.

That had also been in the hall of the Lingshuang Sect. He had looked at that high-and-mighty Immortal Venerable and suddenly approached him.

Everyone thought he was going to pay his respects to a master, so they didn’t pay much attention.

Until someone in the hall screamed out—

“Crap!!!”

“Huh???”

“My goodness, am I seeing things?”

At that time, even Shi Wuzhi probably didn’t expect someone to be so bold.

When Xuan Bing kissed him with lightning speed, he saw Shi Wuzhi’s ears turn red. He even couldn’t resist sticking out his tongue to lick Shi Wuzhi’s lips.

“Snow lotus flavored…” Xuan Bing murmured, “So… urgh!”

A powerful palm wind sent him flying instantly.

Xue Youzhi instinctively supported him, but Xuan Bing still saw the lingering shock in Xue Youzhi’s eyes. Clearly, he too was astonished by Xuan Bing’s audacity.

“Master,” Xuan Bing struggled to stand up—at this point, he had already been accepted by Shi Wuzhi, after all, his talent was truly excellent.

His name was already inscribed in the Disciple Register; it was impossible for Shi Wuzhi to expel him just for this.

Therefore, he looked boldly at the green-and-black-faced Shi Wuzhi. “Master… you smell so good… mmph!”

His mouth was covered by Xue Youzhi.

“Master!” Xue Youzhi knelt, sweating like rain. “I beg for mercy on his behalf. You… you must not hold it against him, otherwise, killing someone without cause will bring the Heavenly Tribulation upon you!”

With a darkened face, Shi Wuzhi flicked his sleeves and left.

Xuan Bing savored his expression, finding it thrilling.

—He was never a good person to begin with, so he didn’t care about what others called him.

He wasn’t afraid of being cursed at… but what if he ruined Shi Wuzhi’s Dao-heart again?

But… he really did like Shi Wuzhi.

So what if he was a “Flower on a High Ridge”… he just wanted to pull him down to sink into the world together.

Xuan Bing thought with narrowed eyes.

“Master…” He called out the name, like a fish washed ashore.

Unable to seek life, unable to seek death.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening rang out.

The lingering romantic thoughts were swept away in an instant. Xuan Bing scrambled up, grabbed his clothes from the side, and hid.

There was actually someone else in the Shanglian Hall? Xuan Bing frowned, wanting to see who had entered.

The water in the bath had been drained after the previous person left, and the mechanism began to lead in clean, fresh water. For a moment, the room was filled with steam.

Xuan Bing couldn’t see clearly who it was and could only wait for the mist to dissipate.

But when the mist cleared, he was stunned.

—It was actually Shi Wuzhi!

Didn’t Shi Wuzhi say he was going back to his room to rest?

Why was he injured? And why was there so much blood?

In just that short time, had he gone to fight someone?

Xuan Bing’s head was buzzing. The tiny sprout of a seductive idea he just had was frightened back into hiding.

…He looks like he’s having a hard time.

True, how could being a sect leader be easy? Why am I trying to harm him?

Xuan Bing closed his eyes and let out a soft breath.

At the same time, Shi Wuzhi, leaning against the side of the pool, narrowed his eyes and gazed at a certain idiot.

The candles illuminated the screen by the bath, and he saw a certain someone’s sneaky shadow.

…He actually hasn’t left yet?