After Forcibly Kissing My Master, He Became Obsessed With Me - Chapter 8

Gong Guanqi’s status in Baifeng Peak was clearly not low; with a single wave of his hand, disciples came running, stacking up a pile of gift lists.

He said they needed to go to the Myriad Treasure Pavilion to find the items and pack them one by one as meeting gifts for the visiting cultivators.

Xuan Bing looked at the stack of gift lists that was taller than a person, fell silent for a moment, and gritted his teeth. “…How can there be so many?”

How many people from the Ling Shuang Sect were coming? Did they have to give a gift to every single one?

“Oh, just go already, Brother Xuan!” Gong Guanqi laughed heartily. “I haven’t even complained about having to arrange over a thousand rooms… Go, go! I’ll treat you to something good at the dining hall later!”

At the dining hall, you could order specific dishes, and even order live beasts to be slaughtered on the spot—provided you had enough immortal coins.

However, there were also ordinary free meals, though the ingredients of those items usually contained no spiritual energy.

“Fine, then I’ll make a trip.”

Xuan Bing responded helplessly, tucked the gift lists into the storage jade pendant issued by the sect, and headed for the Myriad Treasure Pavilion.

This busy work lasted directly until evening.

There was a large window on the fifth floor of the Myriad Treasure Pavilion. Xuan Bing looked up and saw the sunset and rosy clouds at the edge of the sky.

It was very beautiful.

He wondered when Shi Wuzhi would emerge from seclusion.

“Junior brother, go get something to eat,” someone walked in. “It’s almost done; the seniors can handle the rest.”

Xuan Bing looked up and, after confirming it was someone from Baifeng Peak, nodded. “Alright.”

Regardless, he had already found and packed the majority of the items on the list, with only a small portion remaining. Handing this bit over to the senior brothers wouldn’t leave him feeling guilty.

The stairs of the Myriad Treasure Pavilion were winding and twisted, with several intersections. Xuan Bing kept his head down as he descended, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly glimpsed a somewhat familiar figure.

That person wore an ink-green long robe and brushed past him. In that split second, as if possessed, Xuan Bing turned back and grabbed the man’s sleeve—

“Eh?” The person turned around, revealing a youthful baby face full of vigor. “Junior brother, is something the matter?”

The moment he saw that face, Xuan Bing’s eyes snapped wide. His lips moved. “…What is your name?”

“My name is Ning Xuanjun,” Ning Xuanjun said, looking at the neutral-faced youth before him. He couldn’t help but be won over by those beautiful eyes looking up at him and answered subconsciously, “I am a disciple of Immortal Venerable Qingning. Do you have business with me?”

Ning Xuanjun… How could he have become his senior brother? At this time, shouldn’t he be in the mortal realm? Xuan Bing’s gaze became vacant as he released the sleeve. “…It’s nothing. I just mistook you for someone else.”

He ran off in a hurry. Ning Xuanjun stood in place, scratched his head in confusion, and continued upstairs.

Xuan Bing walked toward the dining hall with a complicated heart.

In his past life, while traveling in the mortal realm, he had made three friends—one of whom was Ning Xuanjun.

At that time, Ning Xuanjun was a rogue cultivator in the Lower Cultivation Realm. He said his dream was to join the Ling Shuang Sect, but because of a family crisis, he couldn’t come here.

But why was he here now? At this time, shouldn’t he be at the Ning family fighting for the inheritance?

Or rather… had his rebirth truly changed some things?

Then… what about that person? Would he still be working as a servant in that inn?

Xuan Bing’s mind was in a mess, and he uncontrollably thought back to the night of Shi Wuzhi’s wedding.

That night, Xuan Bing was heartbroken. After arguing with Zhou Huanchen, he left a letter in the hall and went down the mountain.

The moonlight was like water scattered across the ground, and the bright moon hung high in the sky, but that moonlight could not dissipate the resentment in his heart.

He went down the mountain, bought several jars of wine, randomly found a rooftop to fly onto, and sat there drinking frantically.

The bright moon was right before his eyes, yet it felt so distant.

In a trance, he seemed to have become a bit drunk, actually seeing images of Shi Wuzhi and Zhou Huanchen drinking nuptial wine and being deeply in love within the moon.

Bang!

Xuan Bing suddenly smashed a wine jar.

He sat on the roof, his long hair mostly disheveled, his face stained crimson—whether from the alcohol or the sorrow.

The moonlight illuminated his face with a translucent white glow, and his eyes became hazy, as if filled with mist.

“Hey.”

A slightly magnetic male voice sounded from behind him. Xuan Bing still didn’t move, his voice raspy. “Shut up.”

The man paused. Then, the sound of feet treading on tiles rang out. In his dazed state, Xuan Bing saw a face that was excessively handsome.

Dressed in white, he came stepping through the moonlight, which draped a faint shimmer over him.

“…Who are you?” Xuan Bing looked at him.

The person looked down at him just like that and suddenly said, “Beauty, are you drowning your sorrows in wine?”

Xuan Bing rubbed his aching eyes and then raised his hand—

And punched the man right in the eye.

The person seemingly hadn’t expected him to strike and didn’t dodge. He immediately hissed in pain, clutching his face. “Ow, I’m disfigured… You’ll have to compensate me with yourself.”

Xuan Bing sat up. His brain felt like mush from the alcohol, and he suspected he had misheard. “What… I’m a man.”

The person leaned in, narrowing his eyes. “I just happen to like men.”

Xuan Bing: “…”

He was truly drunk, starting to have such weird dreams. He might as well have dreamed of kissing Shi Wuzhi.

Unfortunately… from now on, that wasn’t something he should dream about anymore.

“This red robe of yours is truly beautiful,” the person continued. “My name is Hua Youzhi. You can call me A-Zhi.”

Xuan Bing’s eyes flickered, becoming dazed. “…A-Zhi?”

He had drunk too much; his lips were rubbed very red by the wine jar. Hua Youzhi looked at him, his gaze darkening slightly. “…A-Zhi.”

“A-Zhi…” Xuan Bing laughed low. “Your temperament is so similar to my beloved, and your name is similar too.”

“Beloved?” Hua Youzhi seemed to realize something. “You’re like this because of your beloved? What happened to him? Did he betray you?”

“Mm… no,” Xuan Bing blinked, the double images before his eyes increasing. “He doesn’t know I like… him…”

Hua Youzhi raised a hand to touch his face and murmured something.

Xuan Bing didn’t hear it clearly. “What?”

“Nothing,” Hua Youzhi’s gaze roved over his lips. “Then just act as if he’s dead… Beauty, consider me instead.”

Xuan Bing woke up a little at this, slapping his hand away. “Get lost! I’m leaving!”

He wouldn’t use such a self-degrading method for revenge.

That would only hurt himself, not Shi Wuzhi.

Xuan Bing struggled to stand up, instinctively circulating his magic power, but his wrist was pinched and pulled down.

“Hiss!!”

He was pulled into Hua Youzhi’s embrace, his face hurting from the impact.

…This person seems about the same height as Master? Xuan Bing thought fuzzily, and the scent is also…

“Did the bump hurt?” Hua Youzhi asked, narrowing his eyes. As Xuan Bing looked up in a daze, he seemed to see a hint of gold appear in the man’s eyes.

He found it increasingly difficult to distinguish between the two people—

“Who exactly are you?” Xuan Bing frowned at him.

A flash crossed Hua Youzhi’s eyes. “A servant who serves tea in an inn.”

“Oh… a servant,” Xuan Bing murmured. “The kind where, as long as one has enough money, they can become your master?”

“…Yes.” Hua Youzhi smiled, leaned in close, and planted a kiss on his cheek, exceedingly ambiguous. “Does Master want to buy me?”

Xuan Bing was drunk and his senses were skewed; he only felt a slight coolness on his cheek and didn’t realize for a long time that he had been kissed.

Later, Xuan Bing had punched the man’s jaw out of alignment, and with a flash of magical light, ran away directly.

But Hua Youzhi could always find him.

During his travels, the man had also saved him several times. Gradually, the relationship between the two became somewhat ambiguous.

Until now…

Xuan Bing patted his own face and took a deep breath. “Can’t think about it anymore.”

In this life, he didn’t plan on provoking anyone; he only wanted to be good friends with them.

Only where Shi Wuzhi was concerned… he was still a bit wavering.

Shi Wuzhi was the first person he truly loved, a love so deep it was almost humble.

The more Xuan Bing thought, the more frustrated he became. He walked into the dining hall, never expecting someone to pick a fight the moment he entered—

“Yo, isn’t this the Golden Core stage Xuan Bing?”

Looking up, a group of people gathered around a round wooden table, looking at him with ill intent.

Xue Bing was also there, but this time he didn’t speak, only casting a disdainful glance at him.

Xuan Bing ignored them, walked straight in, and selected some spiritual fruits and a bowl of fruit juice.

The Ling Shuang Sect had its own spiritual herb garden, so these were very cheap, costing only a few immortal coins.

The sect issued five hundred immortal coins to disciples every month, which was enough for basic food but not for squandering.

If one wanted more, they would have to ask their parents at home.

Xuan Bing had no parents, so his life was naturally a bit tight.

“How boring, he doesn’t even respond when spoken to,” that provocative disciple looked at Xue Bing. “Young Master~”

Xue Bing’s expression looked a bit dark, seemingly unhappy.

This person was also from a wealthy family, but had only money and no power, so he had been toadying to Xue Bing during this period.

Xue Bing had seen many such people since childhood; he had also learned to ‘kill with a borrowed knife.’ After all, he only needed to express a hint of intent, and these people would help him deal with things he didn’t like to get closer to him.

That person immediately understood Xue Bing’s meaning, stood up angrily, and walked in front of Xuan Bing. “Xuan Bing, I heard you’ve already reached Golden Core?”

“Believing whatever rumors you hear,” Xuan Bing swept a cold glance at him. “No wonder they all say that about you.”

The person froze, instantly bristling. “What do you mean? Who said anything about me?!”

Before coming here, he was a child pampered by everyone in his family. But upon arriving here, he realized that money was useless; what was useful was the connections of those great families.

Thus, he always toadied to those people—toadying to the point where he himself felt a bit guilty.

Now, Xuan Bing’s words undoubtedly intensified his suspicions.

“I don’t know,” Xuan Bing slowly speared a red fruit from his plate and put it in his mouth, saying innocently, “After all, they refuse to tell you, so how can I possibly tell you?”

Seeing that this idiot was about to be led astray by Xuan Bing, Xue Bing quickly coughed. Only then did the person realize his purpose, snapped back to his senses, and slammed his sword onto Xuan Bing’s table. “I want to spar with you!”

Xuan Bing looked up: “You can’t beat me. You’re only at the late stage of Qi Refinement.”

This wasn’t him talking nonsense; it was the truth.

“Then I’ll ask my elder brother to spar on my behalf,” the person immediately lifted his chin and said, “Xuan Bing, do you dare to accept? If you don’t, you’re a coward!”