After Forcibly Kissing My Master, He Became Obsessed With Me - Chapter 9

It was a childish tactic. Xuan Bing sighed inwardly, glancing at Xue Bing across from him.

He estimated that if he didn’t respond, the other boy would likely incite the entire circle of people around them to harass him until he finally gave in.

It seemed a fight was unavoidable.

Xuan Bing sighed faintly and remained silent, continuing to eat his fruit while calculating in his mind.

At this hour, there weren’t many high-level disciples in the hall… after all, disciples of that realm had already reached Inedia (fasting), so naturally, they wouldn’t come here.

In that case…

“Hey!” Seeing he was being ignored, the person became even more enraged. He raised his palm, gathering a burst of spiritual energy, and slashed it fiercely toward Xuan Bing!

Xuan Bing had anticipated this. With a tap of his toes, he retreated several paces.

The table was smashed to pieces.

Xuan Bing stood up, feigning surprise. “Oh dear, what should we do? If I recall correctly, this table was made of thousand-year-old ancient wood. It’s quite expensive.”

“It’s just ten thousand immortal coins a table—I can afford it!” The man lifted his chin arrogantly, drew his sword, and rushed forward again, shouting, “Let me see just how ‘extraordinary’ your talent is to be taken in by the Sect Leader himself!”

Xuan Bing’s brow furrowed. His longsword emerged from his storage jade pendant, pointing directly at the man.

Seeing this, Xue Bing’s lackeys immediately seized the opportunity to crowd around and strike first with false accusations—

“Hey, why are you hitting people?”

“You’re already at the Foundation Establishment stage, yet you’re attacking a Qi Refining disciple? Xuan Bing, this isn’t right, is it?”

“Young Master Xue, let’s help him!”

Xue Bing slowly drew his sword, his gaze like that of a cold, venomous snake. “Xuan Bing, I’m sorry, but you were the one who moved first.”

The moment those words fell, everyone in the hall unleashed their spiritual power. The light was so bright it illuminated the entire room. For a time, the sounds of clashing immortal swords and splintering furniture were deafening.

Two fists are no match for four hands. In the chaos, a white blade-light slashed down. Xuan Bing kicked one person away and raised his sword to block that specific strike—

It was Xue Bing’s sword.

The moment the two blades clashed, the piercing screech of metal on metal annoyed Xuan Bing greatly.

Once he was annoyed, he didn’t want to care about anything anymore.

“Xue Bing, your Xue family really didn’t raise you well,” Xuan Bing mocked. “I heard you’re the only son, and your whole family exhausted their resources to provide for you. Is this all the skill you have? Can you even face your parents?”

Xue Bing was young, after all. Being provoked like this, he let out a cold sneer. “Whether I can face my parents is for me to know; what business is it of yours?”

He swung another heavy blow. Xuan Bing dodged nimbly, and the sword strike carved a massive crater into the ground.

“Tsk, as expected of a rich young master,” Xuan Bing shook his head, even finding the time to make a face at Xue Bing. “You really have too much money. I recall this floor is made of Glazed Crystal—tens of millions a piece—and you just smashed it into nothing~ What a pity.”

Everyone froze. Only then did they realize the dining hall had been heavily damaged, yet Xuan Bing didn’t have a single scratch on him, proving his cultivation was already far above theirs.

Xue Bing also paused, his face darkening unpleasantly.

He had originally only wanted to test Xuan Bing’s cultivation, not to go on a path of destruction. Even if he was the only son, losing that much money at once would surely result in a severe scolding.

The more Xue Bing thought about it, the more something felt wrong. Recalling their exchange just now, he gritted his teeth. “You dodged on purpose!”

He could have counter-attacked instantly, yet he insisted on dodging, using their sword intent to destroy so much property.

“There was no ‘on purpose’ about it,” Xuan Bing spread his hands. “I can’t beat so many of you alone, so of course I had to hide~ Now, clean up after yourselves. Bye-bye”

With that, a flash of ice-blue light erupted, and Xuan Bing teleported himself directly back to the Upper Lotus Palace.

His face turned a bit pale. He thought to himself that while this teleportation technique was flashy, it was still a bit too taxing on his spiritual energy…

It was all because of those idiots; otherwise, he wouldn’t have wasted so much energy.

Xuan Bing cursed inwardly.

The sky had grown dark again. Suddenly, a clap of thunder rang out; it seemed it was about to rain.

Just as the thought crossed Xuan Bing’s mind, pea-sized raindrops began to fall. The thunder grew louder and louder, concentrating on one specific location… that place was—

The Back Mountain!

“This thunder is a bit unusual…” In the Hundred Phoenix Peak, Feng Qing stood under the eaves, gazing at the horizon. The drifting mist from the rain dampened her cheeks. “It seems as though something is being born…”

At the same time, in the stone house on the Back Mountain.

Shi Wuzhi sat in white robes, his long hair tied high, with a layer of fine sweat on his handsome face.

Countless black and red vengeful spirits had appeared out of nowhere in the room, swirling around his ears—

“Shi Wuzhi! You will die a horrible death!”

“You still want to break through? Do you think by cutting out your Golden Core and ‘It’ to cultivate anew, you can escape your predestined fate?”

“So what if you have a Natural Immortal Body? Do you really think you can return to your original realm in just one short month?”

“You can’t go back! You can’t go back!”

Shi Wuzhi turned a deaf ear. A month ago, the Golden Core that was a mere shadow in his dantian had already solidified, reaching the Tribulation Transcendence stage, and even showed signs of breaking through!

One must know that once a Golden Core is lost, one can only start over. From ancient times to the present, there has never been anyone who could go from the Golden Core stage to the Great Transformation stage in such a short time!

Even the inner demon was stunned, muttering, “Truly the number one person under heaven. One who has cultivated before is indeed different…”

In the entire Upper Cultivation World, Shi Wuzhi was the only cultivator at the late Great Transformation stage.

Seeing that he was about to break through, those vengeful spirits acting as inner demons thought of something else and began to mimic voices—

“Disciple Xuan Bing congratulates Master on his marriage. May Master and his wife grow old together.”

“Shi Wuzhi, do you really think Xuan Bing likes you? He was only down the mountain for a few days before he had someone new by his side… He spoke of being ‘newlyweds’; who is the old flame and who is the new love?”

Shi Wuzhi suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.

—The breakthrough had failed.

The thunder in the sky dissipated, leaving only a pitter-patter of light rain.

Shi Wuzhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the light around him fading as he pressed his brow.

He now only had the cultivation of the late Tribulation Transcendence stage… no matter, it was enough for now.

“Hee hee, I knew this mattered most to you. You care about this so much~” The inner demon was still smug, completely failing to notice Shi Wuzhi’s dangerous expression.

An inner demon is something born of one’s own evil thoughts; it belongs to oneself and will affect the host at many critical moments. Shi Wuzhi could suppress it for a time, but in a moment of crisis, he could not fully bind it.

“Shut up.” Shi Wuzhi raised his palm and made a grasping motion. “Get back!”

Seeing that its goal had been achieved, the inner demon gave a giggling laugh and vanished.

But next time, it would come out again, for it was part of Shi Wuzhi himself.

Shi Wuzhi closed his eyes and began to regulate the chaotic breath within his body, preparing to end his seclusion once he had stabilized.

Outside, Xuan Bing looked at the sky and noticed the thunder had stopped.

Stopped? Was it a success or a failure… or just a coincidence?

So, is he coming out or not? When will he come out? I really want to know if you were reborn too… my…

“Master…”

Xuan Bing sighed, looked at the blanket on the ground, and lay down right there.

Over this past month, he had practically made this place his home, even adding some wooden boards on both sides to block the wind.

It wasn’t particularly cold. After all, the cultivation manual included a regular allowance of Bone-Washing Pills for re-tempering the body.

Washing the marrow actually meant expelling the ‘evil qi’ accumulated from eating mundane food; subsequent cultivation would yield twice the result with half the effort. Therefore, the sect regularly distributed Bone-Washing Pills to disciples who had not yet reached Inedia.

The first marrow washing is quite dangerous and often requires a master to accompany the disciple during body tempering to ensure nothing goes wrong…

But Xuan Bing had no one to accompany him.

He didn’t have anyone in his past life, and in this life, Shi Wuzhi was in seclusion, so he still had no one.

Fortunately, Xuan Bing had the memories of his past life. He could roughly judge the process, so no mistakes were made.

“Sigh, I don’t know what Xue Bing is fighting for, insisting on entering the Sect Leader’s tutelage. Coming here, he hasn’t even seen a glimpse of his own Master, and no one accompanies him for marrow washing. What’s so good about it…”

Xuan Bing grumbled to himself as he sat in meditation to cultivate.

After an unknown amount of time, the stone door opened.

The night was deep and dark. No lanterns were lit in the corridor, so Shi Wuzhi could see nothing, but he heard the sound of rain outside.

He walked out but paused at the threshold.

There seemed to be something on the ground.

Shi Wuzhi frowned. With a light wave of his hand, the lanterns under the eaves lit up.

A temporary space, a blanket, a pillow, and some flower petals scattered nearby that had been blown in by the wind.

It looked like a little nest.

And Xuan Bing was already fast asleep, curled into a ball—clearly a habitual sleeping position.

This isn’t good for growing tall—this thought inexplicably popped into Shi Wuzhi’s mind at that moment.

But what was Xuan Bing doing here? By the looks of it, he had been sleeping here for quite some time…

Wait, how did he get inside the formation?

Shi Wuzhi paused abruptly, remembering something, and gradually understood why Xuan Bing was sleeping here.

“Were you afraid I would succumb to my inner demons…”

Shi Wuzhi murmured.

In the past… Xuan Bing had guarded him like this as well.

Back then, not long after Xuan Bing had joined the sect, there was an issue with Shi Wuzhi’s cultivation technique, and his complexion had been poor during that period.

His attitude toward Xuan Bing had been very cold, still harboring a grudge over the “first kiss” incident.

“This seat is going into seclusion,” Shi Wuzhi had left only one sentence. “Remember to cultivate.”

Then he entered the stone house.

Later, when he came out, he also found Xuan Bing asleep outside.

But at that time… what did I do?

Shi Wuzhi thought slowly. He crouched down to look at Xuan Bing’s sleeping face and remembered what he had done that day—he had kicked Xuan Bing awake.

“What are you doing here?” Shi Wuzhi remembered asking.

Xuan Bing had been overjoyed upon waking, not minding the footprint on his clothes at all, stammering, “Master! You’re out? I… I’m here because I saw your face was pale before, and I heard others say… say you might fall into madness, so I wanted to watch over you.”

Shi Wuzhi hadn’t spoken, but in his heart, he thought: Do you think the other Venerables are just decorations?

He said nothing and left indifferently.

Xuan Bing had scrambled to follow him like a cute puppy. “Master, Master, are you hungry? I made some snacks—very delicious snacks. I made them ninety-nine times before I got the flavor right…”

Shi Wuzhi had been at the Inedia stage for many years, but that day…

He ate the snacks Xuan Bing had made.

The sweet taste he swallowed lingered in his heart, impossible to shake, right until his death.

Perhaps from that moment on, he was destined to never ascend to godhood.

Shi Wuzhi retracted his wandering memories and reached out to touch Xuan Bing’s face.

The fool was sleeping soundly; perhaps it was the familiar scent of snow lotus that made him so reluctant to wake.

Shi Wuzhi’s eyes shifted. He cast a sleeping spell, and then—

He picked Xuan Bing up.

His movements were gentle and cherished.

Just like the year he ate that sweet bean-paste pastry.

And just like the way he protected Xuan Bing’s form amidst the raging fires, even as his own soul was scorched and shattered first.

Shi Wuzhi had originally intended to carry him back to his room, but then he realized Xuan Bing hadn’t brought his bedding over…

Then I can only carry him to my bed.

With that thought, Shi Wuzhi turned the corner and carried the person into his own room.

The scent of snow lotus washed over him. Xuan Bing slept even more soundly, even nuzzling against his chest.

The bed had previously been a single one, but Shi Wuzhi had specifically asked someone to replace it with a large couch… now, he felt that replacing the bed was truly the right decision.

Placing the person in his arms onto the soft bedding, Shi Wuzhi watched him lie there. He looked so small, relying on him like a young animal cub, and now his body was stained with Shi Wuzhi’s own snow lotus scent…

Shi Wuzhi couldn’t help but feel a stir in his heart. He knelt down to help him remove his shoes and socks, and then he also climbed onto the bed.

He gazed at Xuan Bing’s sleeping face, remembering that he had waited a whole month for him to come out of seclusion…

“Truly…” Shi Wuzhi murmured, a trace of dark possessiveness flashing in his eyes. “What were you waiting for me to do? To do this to you?”

He reached out to touch Xuan Bing’s face. The floral scent of soap lingered by his ear. The proximity made Shi Wuzhi lift his head slightly…

You know he won’t wake up.

His reason spoke to him.

A kiss won’t be discovered. He is yours to begin with…

He was the one who provoked you first…

Even though he is reborn, hasn’t he still entered your tutelage? Isn’t he still waiting for you to come out?

Ambiguous and sensual thoughts occupied his mind in that instant. Shi Wuzhi kissed those soft, warm lips.

“Mm…” Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Xuan Bing made a faint sound. He was too exhausted; in his daze, he could not distinguish the present from the past…

“Master…” Xuan Bing thought he was still in the Demon Palace and reached out to wrap his arms around Shi Wuzhi’s neck. “…So fragrant…”

Shi Wuzhi’s gaze darkened instantly. He used one knee to part Xuan Bing’s legs. “…Little Xuan.”

Normally, during seclusion, he could clear countless stray thoughts and maintain extreme restraint, but now, he had lost his composure because of a single small action from Xuan Bing.

The delusions imprisoned in his heart took over his mind at this moment.

—Make him cry.

Just like before, make him cry.

The act of biting and sucking the lips became increasingly reckless, until Xuan Bing pushed him half-consciously, looking pitiful. “It hurts…”

Shi Wuzhi’s reason snapped back instantly. He chanted in his heart: This is not the past. You want to start over. You don’t want him to be dazed and understand nothing again…

He was forced to let go of Xuan Bing and coaxed him back to sleep, patting his back just as one would a child.

Likely due to the loss of his parents at a young age, Xuan Bing responded well to this and drifted back to sleep.

Shi Wuzhi glanced at the red hickey on his neck. He took some medicine from his storage jade and applied it, wiping away the trace.

He could not let Xuan Bing know he harbored such thoughts.

Otherwise, if he were scared into fleeing down the mountain, where would he ever find such a darling again?