After Forcibly Kissing My Master, He Became Obsessed With Me - Chapter 6

A sudden flash of ice-blue spiritual power flickered, and the screen shattered into pieces.

Xuan Bing, who had been leaning against the screen, instantly realized he had been discovered—

“Who is there,” Shi Wuzhi said faintly. “Come out.”

Choosing between certain death and a struggle for life, Xuan Bing opted for a heroic shout—

“I’m sorry, Master…!”

He instinctively covered his eyes.

There seemed to be a hint of a smile in Shi Wuzhi’s narrowing eyes, but he let no one see it. He merely continued to ask in that voice devoid of worldly desires, “We are both men, what is there to be sorry for? Why are you covering your eyes?”

“?” Wait. Xuan Bing froze, spreading his fingers slightly. He thought to himself: I wasn’t slapped away?

Has Shi Wuzhi changed his nature, or am I dreaming?

He timidly opened his eyes—

The lower half of Shi Wuzhi’s body was submerged in the water, obscured by flower petals. His long black hair was draped loosely, but his upper body was exposed. His broad shoulders were thick with muscle, faintly glistening with water droplets.

They were seductive, beautiful muscles.

“…” Xuan Bing heard himself swallow.

The sound should have been small, but in his own ears, it was so loud it was humiliating, causing his ears to turn red.

This was bad. He didn’t know if Shi Wuzhi’s Daoist heart would be ruined, but his own certainly was.

It was all Shi Wuzhi’s fault. Why did a man have to look so good?

Was he intentionally trying to seduce him?

“Ma-Ma-Master,” Xuan Bing’s voice trembled. “I didn’t do it on purpose… I thought you were resting, I thought the person coming was someone else…”

Shi Wuzhi ran his hand through his hair, calculating how the candlelight cast its shadows. Then, he raised his golden eyes to look at him, his voice cold yet seemingly tinged with a bit of gritted teeth: “And so? Do you still want to watch? Do you want this Seat to stand up from the bath?”

Xuan Bing: “…”

To be honest, he actually really did want to keep watching… No, wait! AHHH! Help! I’m really going to be beaten to death by him!

He scrambled up and ran back to his room.

The whistling night wind blew away the heat from his face. Though Xuan Bing had returned to his room, he felt his heart racing.

But what was with the blood on my Mas… Master’s body?

Xuan Bing hesitated, feeling a bit tempted to go back and ask. But remembering the consequences of rushing over in a similar scene in his past life…

It was either being strangled by the neck or being forcibly kissed…

Forget it, better not to go. He didn’t want to be “beaten” so badly he couldn’t get out of bed for three days.

The candlelight in the Hall of Forfeit was extinguished. From the incense burner, wisps of sleeping incense rose like celestial mist.

Xuan Bing was a bit tired today and quickly fell into a deep slumber.

The night grew deep, and more and more peach blossoms were blown down by the wind outside the hall.

When Shi Wuzhi finished changing his clothes and came out, he intentionally passed by the side hall where Xuan Bing was staying.

He calculated the time; it had been about two incense sticks’ worth of time.

“…Should I go in or not?” Shi Wuzhi hesitated in his heart.

Soon, he thought of how Xuan Bing had looked just now—those white robes, translucent after being soaked by the water…

And, he had hugged Xue Youzhi… Truly, his courage had grown; he actually dared to hug Xue Youzhi right in front of him.

He deserved punishment…

At this thought, Shi Wuzhi gently pushed the door open, then closed it.

No, what if he scared him into running away down the mountain?

Shi Wuzhi agonized for a long time. Outside, it began to drizzle.

He pushed the door open once more.

This time he truly walked inside. To prevent Xuan Bing from waking up halfway through, he even cast a sleeping spell.

The sound of rustling fabric rose as Shi Wuzhi removed his outer coat and climbed onto Xuan Bing’s bed.

The bed was quite spacious, enough to accommodate two people.

Xuan Bing was sleeping soundly, though his long hair was still a bit damp.

“…” Shi Wuzhi fell silent for a moment. Helplessly, he raised his hand, formed a hand seal, and silently dried the hair for him before pulling him into his arms.

The resonance of souls and instinctive reactions cannot lie.

In his sleep, Xuan Bing seemed to smell a familiar scent and actually arched slightly into his embrace.

He did not wake up.

Shi Wuzhi slowed his breathing, looking at the person in his arms. He couldn’t help but lean down and plant a kiss on his lips.

…This was a punishment.

Speaking of which, Xuan Bing had looked at his body today, so he had to be punished again…

Shi Wuzhi kissed him once more.

“Mmh…” Xuan Bing seemed to grow slightly restless, his brow furrowing tightly as if he were having a nightmare.

In the dream, a terrifying tide of blood fell. He heard the cries of countless elderly, weak, women, and children; he heard the tragic wailing of many people—

“It was you who ruined him.”

“If it weren’t for you, how could Shi Wuzhi have broken his Daoist heart…”

Was it me? Was it really me? Xuan Bing shuddered. No… it wasn’t me, I didn’t make him fall into madness… I tried so hard to persuade him…

“It was you! Why did you insist on kissing him!”

The cries and resentment in the dream suddenly transformed into a giant, hideous ghostly face, biting down toward him.

Xuan Bing wanted to hide in fear but couldn’t escape. He hadn’t woken up yet, and his body was trembling violently.

Shi Wuzhi possessed a body nearing half-godhood and didn’t need much sleep. Seeing this, he also frowned.

He had intended to watch over Xuan Bing all night.

Is the soul-calming crystal useless… Shi Wuzhi thought with a frown. Yet, as if possessed, he gently patted Xuan Bing’s back, as if coaxing a child.

The hideous face in the dream vanished. Xuan Bing saw a flash of ice-blue sword light that cleaved the ghostly face apart.

A faint light appeared in the clouds on the horizon, as if the sun were coming out…

Xuan Bing suddenly opened his eyes and instinctively looked at the hourglass on the table.

It was exactly the Hour of the Rabbit (5:00 AM).

“?!” Xuan Bing scrambled up in a hurry. After a simple wash, he ran toward the sea of lotuses at the Upper Lotus Temple.

There was no one in the flower sea.

A certain ambiguous expectation fell through. Xuan Bing felt a bit dejected; he had thought Shi Wuzhi would come to teach him.

…Then again, he had never taught him before, so how could he possibly come to teach him personally now?

But he was only dejected for a moment before he began following the moving figures in the manual and practicing by himself.

Once I pass the Foundation Establishment stage quickly, I can be left to my own devices.

Holding onto this thought, Xuan Bing felt even more motivated.

In his past life, he had met several friends while gaining experience down the mountain, one of whom he got along with very well. Once he finished Foundation Establishment, he could head down early to find them…

Time always passes quickly when one is in a state of flow. The sun gradually rose to its highest point. Xuan Bing practiced for a long time in the flower sea, with wisps of spiritual energy from the lotuses unknowingly flowing into his body.

After practicing all morning, Xuan Bing found he wasn’t very tired.

“Junior Brother? You actually started practicing so early?” Xue Youzhi’s surprised voice rang out.

Xuan Bing looked over and found Xue Youzhi holding a food box, standing under the corridor.

“Senior Brother?! Why are you here?” His eyes lit up, and he sheathed his sword to run over.

“To bring you breakfast,” Xue Youzhi said gently. “I thought you wouldn’t wake up until noon… Actually, new disciples don’t have to cultivate on their first day; you should adjust to the sect’s schedule first.”

As he spoke, he led Xuan Bing into the room. “You haven’t reached Inedia (fasting) yet. I brought some pastries; have a little to eat.”

Xuan Bing nodded, then thought of something and asked, “Senior Brother, Master asked you to handle some ‘association’ yesterday… what is that?”

He was quietly fishing for information.

He wanted to know if the Zhou family would still come.

“Isn’t it almost autumn in two months? Autumn is the harvest season. The Four-Sect Association comes every year on the Start of Autumn to deliver gifts, and they bring their disciples for sparring and competition.” Xue Youzhi skillfully took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. “Mmh, but this has nothing to do with you. You just focus on your own cultivation.”

Four sects… Xuan Bing narrowed his eyes but asked, “Which four sects? Do the Great Families not come? Will the Xue family come? I think I offended their young master yesterday afternoon.”

After wiping his sweat, Xue Youzhi smiled. “The four sects are the Frost Sect, the Phoenix Flight Sect, the Fengyun Sect, and the Proud Snow Gate. As for the Great Families, they will naturally all come. After all, our sect is ranked first; if they don’t come, we won’t be so obliging next time they have a request.”

Xuan Bing immediately put on a slightly fearful expression. “Then if the Xue family comes…”

“Don’t be afraid,” Xue Youzhi had also heard a bit about what happened yesterday. “I asked around; it was Xue Bing who was unreasonable first. They won’t dare do anything to you.”

Xuan Bing raised his gaze, blinking as he looked at Xue Youzhi. “Oh… then will Senior Brother protect me?”

His eyes were very beautiful, like some kind of innocent small animal. A surge of protectiveness instantly rose in Xue Youzhi’s heart, and he blurted out, “Of course I will! Master will protect you too; he will come out of seclusion to preside over the association during those few days.”

“?!”

Xuan Bing stood up in shock. “He went into seclusion?”

Wasn’t he just… wait, did he go into seclusion because his injuries were severe?

“Yes,” Xue Youzhi was puzzled. “Why are you so agitated? Did Master forget to give you the cultivation manual?”

Xuan Bing sat back down, but he couldn’t help worrying in his heart. Shi Wuzhi won’t fall into madness, will he?

“He gave it to me, it’s just…” Xuan Bing hesitated. “He’s already so strong, does he still need to go into seclusion? Nothing will happen, right?”

At this, Xue Youzhi simply laughed. “How is that possible? Master is currently only one step away from Ascension; nothing will go wrong… It’s just that sometimes, this one step might not be reached in a lifetime.”

Many things were just missing an opportunity.

Xuan Bing understood this deeply, but he still couldn’t help worrying.

After all, a mad Shi Wuzhi was too terrifying!

Seeing his worried face, Xue Youzhi patted his shoulder. “Stop worrying. Nothing will go wrong with his cultivation. As for you, don’t be too eager for success. Many things require time to verify. You are too young, not even twenty… life has just begun. Just being healthy and safe is enough.”

Xuan Bing gave a distracted “Mmh.”

Before leaving, Xue Youzhi reminded him to eat on time.

Xuan Bing continued to wave at him distractedly. “Okay!”

When he didn’t know Shi Wuzhi was in seclusion, Xuan Bing hadn’t felt anything. But once he knew the news, the Upper Lotus Temple felt strangely empty.

Too empty, and very cold.

Speaking of which, Shi Wuzhi should be in the back mountain for his seclusion… he wondered if he had set up an array to keep outsiders away like before…

Another night came, with stars twinkling and peach blossoms falling.

Xuan Bing tossed and turned on his bed, unable to sleep. His mind was filled with flashes of the past life—of Shi Wuzhi with blood-red eyes slaughtering innocent people and being condemned by the world.

He had heard that falling into madness didn’t happen all at once; there were warning signs… could it be that it started this time?

If it could be stopped in time… the other Immortals would have a way, wouldn’t they?

“So annoying…” Xuan Bing murmured as he sat up. “He really is a troublemaker.”

He pushed open the window, glanced at the night sky, then picked up his pillow, grabbed a blanket, and headed toward the back mountain clutching his pillow.