After Returning from a Faked Death, My Crazed, Rebellious Disciple Forced His Love Upon Me - Chapter 7

Viscous, salty, and uncomfortable.

These three sensations pulled Ji Chen out of his deep sleep all at once. He did not even know when he had fallen asleep. Upon waking, he realized he was stark naked, soaking in a pool of red water like a specimen preserved in medicinal wine. The water emitted a heavy, metallic stench of blood that made him feel nauseous.

Ji Chen shifted from his floating position to lower his feet until they touched the bottom of the pool. He stood up, and the bloody water reached his chest.

“You are awake.”

A sudden, husky voice came from behind him. Ji Chen did not need to turn around to know who it was. He was far too familiar with that voice. He remained silent, standing still in the center of the blood pool. He watched his reflection on the surface of the water, which showed the face of an exceedingly ordinary young man.

It was fortunate that this boy looked so unremarkable. Because of this, no one would ever suspect that the soul of the Sword Ancestor resided within his body.

“It is quite beyond my expectations that you are so unafraid of death.”

Guitong had never encountered someone who ignored him. Setting aside mortals without spiritual roots, even famous high-level cultivators would not dare treat him with such an attitude. Guitong circled from behind Ji Chen to the front. He stood on the bank, looking down at the naked youth in the pool.

Ji Chen looked up and met Guitong’s gaze calmly. Guitong had a face with sharp, well-defined features, deep brows, narrow pupils, and a high bridge on his nose. Every inch of his face radiated sharpness and aggression. Despite this, he was exceptionally handsome. He had a unique eye color and a slender red mark etched between his brows. The earring hanging from his right ear added a touch of demonic charm.

Ji Chen had always thought Guitong was handsome in a mature, masculine way. However, compared to his eldest disciple, Xue Wuxi, he still preferred Xue Wuxi’s looks. Xue Wuxi was a great beauty, possessing a look so refined that it blurred the lines between genders. Since Ji Chen liked beauties, how could he possibly refuse?

Before being taken away by Guitong, Ji Chen had felt some panic. He had wanted to flee and avoid this man. But now that things had reached this point, escape was impossible. He decided to accept his situation calmly and think of a way to deal with it.

“Of course I am afraid of death,” Ji Chen said plainly. “But are we not supposed to become cultivation partners? Since we have that relationship, you surely would not kill me.”

“Who said I was going to become your partner?”

Guitong narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with contempt for Ji Chen. “It is nothing more than a cover.”

“Oh? Is it not for use as a cultivation vessel?” Ji Chen asked, sounding dazed.

“Does one have to get married to be a cultivation vessel? Besides, with your aptitude, you would be a useless vessel anyway.”

Ji Chen was left speechless.

Guitong crouched down, abandoning his towering posture. “However, you do have other uses.”

As he spoke, his well-defined fingers dipped into the blood pool. He lightly flicked the liquid, and the blood slid down his fingers, splashing back onto the surface with a rhythmic sound. A blood-red light surged in his eyes.

“For example, refining you into a Blood Corpse for my cultivation.”

Ji Chen felt a jolt of alarm. A Blood Corpse was exactly what the name implied. It was an extremely cruel cultivation method used by the demonic path. The person chosen to become a Blood Corpse would first be soaked in a blood pool for eighty-one days. Once the surface flesh had rotted away, various toxins would be injected into the body, causing the blood to seep into the surrounding pool until the person slowly turned into a dried corpse.

The pain of the process was unimaginable. Furthermore, the more useless the victim was, the better. This ensured that their fear and pain would be magnified. The cultivator did not actually want the final result of a dried corpse; they wanted to absorb the fear, pain, and blood that seeped out during the process. This method was known as the Great Law of the Blood Prison. Even within the demonic path, it was considered a forbidden technique because it was simply too cruel.

Ji Chen forced himself to regain his composure. “You could find any ordinary mortal to practice the Great Law of the Blood Prison. Why go through the trouble of using a marriage alliance to demand a sword cultivator from a sect?”

Besides, the yield from an ordinary person was generally higher than that of a cultivator.

“Because I hate sword cultivators!”

Guitong thrust his palm back into the blood pool. This time he struck deep, causing a spray of water.

“Starting with you, I will demand one sword cultivator from the sect every month to refine into a Blood Corpse! If they do not give them to me, I will steal them! I will kill them until they finally yield!”

Ji Chen was even more speechless now. There was no need to wonder; Guitong’s deep hatred for sword cultivators was definitely his own fault. He just had not expected the hatred to reach this level of madness, where it extended to everyone associated with the craft. In the end, was he not the culprit who drove this ruthless man to the brink of insanity?

Ji Chen’s heart sank, much like his body sinking into the water. But he could not give up just yet. After a moment of thought, a spark of inspiration hit him. He had a good idea to prolong his life.

He suddenly said to Guitong, “Actually, I lied to you. When I was in the pagoda, I saw him. That person wore a silver lotus jade crown and stood eight feet tall. He wore deep blue robes with narrow sleeves and had an indigo wine flask made of moon-bamboo hanging at his waist. He looked calm, showing neither joy nor anger, but he naturally carried a holy majesty.”

Guitong’s expression froze for a moment.

Seeing the reaction, Ji Chen continued, “I heard from the conversation between you and the Sect Leader that you seem to be looking for that man but have not found him. I saw him. He wanted to take Nianchen, and Nianchen reacted to him. He…”

“Where is he!” Guitong jumped into the blood pool with excitement. In a single step, he was right in front of Ji Chen.

Ji Chen was intimidated by the sudden approach of the tall man and instinctively took a step back. He quickly steadied himself and looked firmly into the other man’s eager eyes. He took the bait.

“I do not know where he is now, but I can help you find him.”

“How?” Guitong’s voice softened slightly, and his previous excitement faded.

“First, you must give me time. Second, although I have no spiritual root, I was born with a special ability. I can smell the scent of anyone I have met once. By following that scent, I can find him.”

The special ability was, of course, a lie. If he actually had that, his species would have changed entirely.

Seeing Guitong’s skepticism, Ji Chen continued his deception. “Otherwise, how do you think someone without a spiritual root like me got into the world’s number one sect, the Wuji Sect? It certainly was not by kneeling outside for three days and nights, crying and begging them to let me in.”

Ji Chen truly did not know how the original owner of this body had entered the sect. When he woke up after his rebirth, the body was already working as a laborer.

“Why do you not give me a try?”

Ji Chen was already prepared for the worst. If Guitong actually tried to test him, the lie would fall apart instantly. But surprisingly, Guitong did not mention a test. He turned around and pushed through the bloody water. Although it only took one step to get there, he took a dozen steps to walk back to the bank.

Once on land, he casually threw a wave of spiritual energy behind him, pulling Ji Chen out of the blood pool. Ji Chen was dragged ashore by a massive force, and his body slammed heavily onto the ground, making him hiss in pain.

At this moment, he was still completely naked. The man before him stared at his body, yet there was not a hint of desire in his eyes. Ji Chen also felt that it was impossible for Guitong to feel desire for this body. After all, he was a man. Furthermore, he was not a particularly good-looking man. Only his slender frame might have some appeal to certain people.

However, he knew Guitong well. Guitong seemed reckless and wild, but he was actually quite celibate. In fact, it seemed that all three of his disciples were celibate freaks. They did not look for women, nor did they look for men. Every day, they just revolved around their master. He did not see the point. However, if one was not a person who ignored the red dust to focus on the Dao, one could not become a powerhouse.

And so, these three disciples were all powerhouses.

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