After Forcibly Kissing My Master, He Became Obsessed With Me - Chapter 7

Shanglian Palace, Back Mountain.

The place where Shi Wuzhi chose to undergo his secluded meditation was a specially carved stone house. A grove of flowering trees had been planted around it, and a set of eaves extended from the front of the house to provide shelter from the wind and rain.

As soon as Xuan Bing arrived at the back mountain, he discovered a defensive formation surging with dense magical power.

His heart immediately sank—this formation was a unique creation of Shi Wuzhi. Anyone not permitted by Shi Wuzhi himself could not enter.

If he tried to force his way in, he would likely be blasted back out.

Xuan Bing still remembered when Shi Wuzhi used to hold him, explaining the principles of this formation. He had said it could be viewed as something called a “white list.”

Though he hadn’t known what that meant at the time, he understood the formation’s practical use.

“Then I’ll just sleep outside the formation. That should be fine,” Xuan Bing murmured to himself.

Originally, he had wanted to stay under the eaves, but now it seemed he would have to sleep with the sky as his curtain and the earth as his bed.

Fortunately, it was late summer, and it wasn’t too cold yet.

Back when Xuan Bing lived in the mortal world, beggars slept like this all the time, so he didn’t find anything particularly wrong with it.

The river of stars in the night sky was vast and boundless, beautiful as a world-renowned scroll. As the evening breeze brushed against his cheeks, it felt surprisingly pleasant and comfortable.

This time, Xuan Bing didn’t feel a sense of emptiness; he knew Shi Wuzhi was just a short distance away within the formation.

He felt himself unconsciously relying on Shi Wuzhi, yet he had forgotten exactly when this had begun.

Was it in his past life…?

It seemed to be shortly after that forced kiss, perhaps one of the times Shi Wuzhi brought him a food box?

No… it seemed to be when he gave him the storage jade pendant.

Xuan Bing’s memory was a bit fuzzy.

He only remembered that at the very beginning, Shi Wuzhi seemed to hate him because of that kiss, but later his demeanor returned to a flat indifference.

Real life truly began in the Demon Palace; it was only then that he realized Shi Wuzhi seemed to have those kinds of feelings for him too.

It was after Zhou Huanchen died—

“Are you afraid of me?” Shi Wuzhi had kissed the blood away from his cheek, raising a hand to stroke his face. “Don’t be afraid. Don’t fear…”

Xuan Bing couldn’t help but be afraid. He looked at the Shi Wuzhi before him in terror, then glanced at Zhou Huanchen’s corpse nearby, whispering softly, “…Master, that was your spouse. You were together for years. Why did you kill him?”

“That was not my spouse,” Shi Wuzhi’s hand slowly pressed against Xuan Bing’s neck, repeating himself like a man gripped by an obsession: “…That was not.”

His gaze was too terrifying. Xuan Bing couldn’t help but recoil. “Master… let go of me. I feel sick.”

How had Shi Wuzhi become like this? How could he have become so bloodthirsty?

Was this what happened to everyone after falling into the demonic path?

He would rather have the old, cold Shi Wuzhi…

“What is sickening? Am I sickening to you?” Shi Wuzhi’s golden pupils suddenly turned a blood-red. His hand tightened around Xuan Bing’s throat. “Why? Just because I killed so many people?”

Xuan Bing wanted to vomit, and he feared even more that he would be killed next. “…No. I don’t like you like this. I liked the old you…”

That hand paused for a moment and then released him.

The blood-red in his eyes gradually faded. Shi Wuzhi took a deep breath, his red robes transforming into white ones as he murmured, “A version of me like this?”

Xuan Bing felt as though he had caught onto something and suddenly asked, “Master, why did you fall into the demonic path?”

“…It wasn’t because of you.” Shi Wuzhi grabbed his hand. “Don’t overthink it.”

Xuan Bing wasn’t so arrogant as to assume it was, but just as he moved his lips to say something more, he was swept up into Shi Wuzhi’s arms.

The sudden sensation of weightlessness made him instinctively wrap his arms around Shi Wuzhi’s neck.

Shi Wuzhi carried him to the study.

Before the desk, Xuan Bing grew more confused, only to hear him say:

“When you first entered the sect, you didn’t recognize many words. Back then, I actually really wanted to teach you…” Shi Wuzhi held him, forcing him to sit in his lap. “…Now, I can teach you.”

Xuan Bing remembered that Shi Wuzhi had indeed been very cold back then, but he had never blamed him.

After all, he was the one who had provoked his anger first, and a forced kiss wasn’t something just anyone could accept.

“Ah?” Xuan Bing was stunned. “But I’ve learned them all now. There aren’t any words I don’t know…”

Yet Shi Wuzhi stubbornly kept him encircled in his arms, making him sit upon his thighs.

“Then draw formations. I will teach you array-craft.” Shi Wuzhi leaned against his shoulder from behind. When he spoke, the thick scent of snow lotus brushed against Xuan Bing’s ear.

Xuan Bing’s ears turned red. “…There’s no need. Are you planning to let me go out in the future?”

Shi Wuzhi didn’t even have to think. “Of course not.”

“Don’t even think about escaping. Don’t think about going out. If you flee, I will hunt you down and bring you back…”

“Escape once, I’ll catch you once. And when I bring you back… it will be even more severe than the last time. No matter how you beg or cry, your Master will not let you off.”

Xuan Bing felt as though his entire body was on fire, burning intensely.

He knew Shi Wuzhi was referring to that time when their passions had been stirred.

“So… do not think of running,” Shi Wuzhi reached out to grasp his hand, pressing it onto the table. “Look. Be a little good. I’ll teach you the formation.”

Compelled, Xuan Bing picked up the brush and was taught hand-over-hand how to draw things.

At first, they were indeed drawing formations, but later Xuan Bing realized his hand was being guided to write Shi Wuzhi’s name over and over.

Shi Wuzhi, Shi Wuzhi, Shi Wuzhi, Shi Wuzhi…

It was a whole page of Shi Wuzhi.

“…What are you doing?” Xuan Bing couldn’t help but turn his head to look at him. “What kind of formation is ‘Shi Wuzhi’?”

Shi Wuzhi leaned in and bit his neck, murmuring, “A formation that belongs only to you… From now on, for any of my formations, as long as you call the name ‘Shi Wuzhi,’ it will let you in.”

The bite on his neck hurt a little. Xuan Bing’s eyes grew red, as did the corners of his eyelids…

“But your name is so unlucky,” he said in a small voice. “I don’t like your name. It always feels like ‘a long illness without a cure’.”

Shi Wuzhi paused. His gaze darkened, and he guided Xuan Bing’s hand to write two more characters—

“Then call me Husband.”

Xuan Bing was a bit dazed. “What does that mean?”

“You don’t need to know,” Shi Wuzhi said. “In the future, just call out that way to my formations, and it will be enough.”

“Shi Wuzhi.” Xuan Bing suddenly sat up from the grass and walked over to the formation. “…Is it really possible?”

Was it just sweet talk, or was Shi Wuzhi truly so conceited that he used his own name as the eye of the formation?

The formation emitted a faint light, but it did not open.

Xuan Bing hesitated for a moment. For some reason, his ears felt strangely hot. “…Husband?”

Though he didn’t know what it meant.

The light of the defensive formation changed into a color resembling the evening clouds, flickering for an instant in the night sky. In the darkness, it felt as though something was guiding Xuan Bing.

He reached out his hand and actually walked straight inside.

But… had Shi Wuzhi always used this kind of formation? Or had he truly been reborn as well and deliberately set it for him?

Xuan Bing was a bit confused, and the suspicion in his heart grew stronger.

But the closer he got to Shi Wuzhi, the more his soul felt a strange sense of peace.

Xuan Bing settled down there for the time being.

At dawn, he began his cultivation; at noon, he went to the dining hall to eat; upon returning, he cultivated again; and at night, he returned to sleep under the eaves of the back mountain.

After living this three-point-one-line life for a while, Gong Guanqi suddenly sent him a message via a hand seal: “Xuan Bing, Xuan Bing! Come to my place quickly, help me out!”

Regarding Gong Guanqi, Xuan Bing still considered him a friend, so he rushed over.

Back in the mortal world, Gong Guanqi often brought him food. Fearing Xuan Bing would be bullied, he had even brought him along to the Ling Shuang Sect—even though Xuan Bing was perfectly capable of beating those bullies, Gong Guanqi always felt he was someone who would be picked on.

Upon arriving, he was surprised to find that Baifeng Peak had changed its decor and added many green plants.

“What is all this for?” Xuan Bing asked curiously as he watched someone carry in a pot of camellias.

The white camellias were layered and full, exalting a spiritual aura and fragrant scent, possessing a kind of ethereal beauty.

The scent made the air in the room much better, but the room was too small and still had a stagnant, dusty smell.

Meanwhile, Gong Guanqi was laboring over a compass-like object, twisting the buttons on it.

“Oh, you really are oblivious to the world. The Four Sects Assembly is in three days! I’m decorating the dormitories where the cultivators will stay.”

Xuan Bing folded his hands behind his back and leaned in. “The Four Sects Assembly… is it coming up that fast? How are you planning to arrange this?”

“Lend me some spiritual power!” Gong Guanqi pouted at him. “I can’t budge this thing anymore.”

Xuan Bing didn’t hesitate. He placed his palm against Gong Guanqi’s back and silently recited an incantation. A warm, white glow of spiritual power immediately permeated Gong Guanqi’s body.

With the influx of spiritual power, Gong Guanqi gave the compass a sharp twist with a click. Immediately following a series of mechanical sounds, the cramped room expanded instantly. The roof even slid open, revealing the blue sky and white clouds.

It was perfect for admiring the night scenery at night.

Xuan Bing was truly impressed. “The roofs here at Baifeng Peak can actually do that? Why can’t Shanglian Palace?”

“Yeah, amazing, right? I’d never seen it before either,” Gong Guanqi chuckled. “Shanglian Palace doesn’t have that? I thought it would.”

“Shanglian Palace is the Sect Leader’s residence; outsiders aren’t even allowed in,” another disciple said as he walked in with more flowers. “Besides, he only took you as a disciple this time. There was no need to expand the space.”

Xuan Bing thought that made sense. However, if the Assembly was approaching, wasn’t it about time for Shi Wuzhi to come out of seclusion?

He planned to use some things from their past life that only the two of them would react to, in order to test if Shi Wuzhi had also been reborn.

Deep down, Xuan Bing felt a secret sense of anticipation.

Why was Shi Wuzhi treating him so differently this time compared to before?

“Brother Xuan, I’ve noticed that your spiritual power seems to have become much more robust,” Gong Guanqi said, fiddling with the compass as he turned to look at Xuan Bing. “Are you about to form your Core?”

After Foundation Establishment comes the Golden Core stage, which is divided into three phases: early, middle, and late. The early phase involves forming the Core.

“I don’t know,” Xuan Bing shook his head. “I don’t feel anything.”

In his past life, he had formed his Core before descending the mountain. At that time, there had been no special feeling either; he had simply woken up from a nap to find a golden core phantom in his dantian.

It had gradually become solid after he left the mountain.

“You’re already about to form your Core?” a disciple asked curiously. “That’s incredible. Won’t that make that kid Xue Bing die of anger?”

“No,” Xuan Bing said guardedly. “Don’t go spreading rumors… otherwise, things that aren’t true will be treated as facts.”

The disciple chuckled. “Alright, got it.”

“Is there anything else you need help with?” Xuan Bing asked politely.

He didn’t have anything else to do anyway.

Gong Guanqi’s eyes lit up. “I was waiting for you to say that!”