Imprisoned by Forced Love! The Yandere Disciple Tied My Hands and Told Me to Be Good - Chapter 23

Mu Chenyuan headed toward the southwest of Crescent Moon City. Although still within the city limits, this area resembled a desolate wilderness, overgrown with thickets of trees. It was even darker here than in the heart of the city; Mu Chenyuan could see absolutely nothing.

Nevertheless, he continued to grope through the woods, relying on his intuition and his perception of spiritual energy. Suddenly, he seemed to touch something sharp. A piercing pain shot through his palm, causing him to recoil instantly.

“Sss, it hurts!”

He touched the painful spot with his other hand and found that while he wasn’t bleeding, the skin had been torn. He had likely accidentally scraped against a thorny vine wrapped around a tree.

Mu Chenyuan had previously assumed it was because the original owner’s body was “delicate” that he always found pain so unbearable. Now, it seemed the original owner’s body was indeed hypersensitive to pain.

Despite the stinging in his palm, Mu Chenyuan didn’t pay it much mind. For some reason, he had a premonition of danger—one that had been looming over him for a while. This feeling surrounded him, influencing and driving him to find his natal sword as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, he struck a thorny vine once more. This time, due to the force of his movement, the thorns pierced a hole into his hand. In an instant, Mu Chenyuan let go as if he had been struck by lightning. It felt as though tens of millions of needles had pierced through his body; the pain was indescribable. If he had to put a number on it, it felt like giving birth to ten thousand children at once.

Mu Chenyuan was so close to giving up from the pain. But thinking of the fifty million, he gritted his teeth and persevered. Ignoring his blood-drenched hand, he pressed forward.

The further he went, the more the thorns flourished—not just on the trees, but crawling across the ground as well. Mu Chenyuan’s legs and feet were soon scored by barbs. He endured the constant, sharp agony radiating from every part of his body, refusing to stop his pace.

Because,  It was close! Very close!! The natal sword had to be nearby!!!

Finally, he stopped in his tracks. He crouched down and, in the pitch blackness, used his blood-stained hand to touch the ground.

The moment his fingers brushed the earth, the previously quiet ground suddenly seemed to be ignited, bursting forth with an incomparably dazzling and majestic light! This radiance spread rapidly, sweeping outward with an unstoppable force, ruthlessly swallowing the surrounding darkness. Everything was illuminated in an instant.

With Mu Chenyuan at the center, a glowing circular formation took shape on the ground. Array markings surfaced, forming the pattern of a massive lotus. Mu Chenyuan’s palm was still pressed against the earth; the blood seeping from his hand followed the grooves of the array, flowing slowly from the center to the edges.

As the blood moved, the array markings grew increasingly brilliant, as if they were being nourished. Suddenly, a uniquely shaped silver longsword rose from the center of the formation. The blade emitted a cold, ghostly light, and the hilt was carved with intricate, hollowed-out patterns—the exact same lotus design as the array.

A look of joy flashed in Mu Chenyuan’s eyes. Without a doubt, this was the natal sword he had been desperately seeking. The spiritual power hidden deep within his spiritual veins seemed to be awakened at this moment, beginning to surge frantically. This powerful force flowed rapidly through his meridians, bringing bursts of stinging pain and tingling wherever it passed.

At the same time, the natal sword seemed to sense the call of its master’s spiritual power. The blade trembled slightly, emitting a crisp chime and a faint glow that resonated with him.

Mu Chenyuan slowly reached out his right hand toward the sword suspended before him. The light in his eyes outshone ten thousand worlds.

Just as he was about to grasp the hilt, a bolt of black demonic flame suddenly shot toward him from the sky above, trailing a tail of fire. Mu Chenyuan could see the black flame approaching, but he lacked the ability to dodge. His spiritual veins were not yet unsealed.

Seeing the black flame closing in, he thought he was a dead man. But the flame suddenly changed direction, grazing his cheek as it flashed by. Then, it exploded behind him.

Just like that innocent hilltop from before, the woods behind Mu Chenyuan were incinerated in the exact same manner. In a single instant, the forest was turned into a bald plain. Not even ash remained.

Immediately, from the direction the flame had come, that familiar low, hoarse voice drifted down from above: “Found you.”

“Master.”

Mu Chenyuan abruptly looked up. The residual light from the array was enough for him to see clearly.

High above in the cloud-covered night sky, Yue Qi stood suspended in the firmament.

He’s not dead?

A fierce, howling wind tousled Yue Qi’s silver hair. His ink-colored robes danced wildly. Several bolts of black demonic flame circled him, pulsing rhythmically around his body. And his originally mint-green eyes had turned a vivid, brilliant red, shining with a terrifying intensity in the dark night!

【Oh no, the male protagonist is being controlled by demonic energy!】 the system shouted anxiously in Mu Chenyuan’s mind.

“What control? Controlled by what? What kind of setting is this? Why didn’t you mention this to me?”

The system replied sheepishly: 【Sorry, Host… um… I forgot.】

“God damn it! You double-crossing traitor!!”

Mu Chenyuan was so angry he wanted to flip a table. He had praised this system’s usefulness for nothing!!

Lacking the time to listen to the system’s long-winded explanation and having no desire to perish here, Mu Chenyuan immediately grasped the natal sword still suspended before him.

The moment the sword merged with its master, a dazzling silver light erupted from the point of contact, like a brilliant galaxy streaking across the sky. This light instantly wrapped the man and the sword tightly, forming a massive, magnificent cocoon of radiance.

Within the cocoon, silver flows of light constantly circled and interlaced. Under the shroud of this radiance, both Mu Chenyuan and the sword became blurred; only a mass of silver light could be seen flickering incessantly, emitting a powerful aura that struck awe into everything.

From a distance, the area for a thousand miles even the sky above the entire Crescent Moon City was covered by this light. It even disturbed the residents who had long since entered their dreams. They stepped out of their homes to gaze at the southwest horizon, wondering what great event had occurred. When they saw the cloud-covered sky shrouded in light, they all showed expressions of wonder and disbelief.

The light also alerted the Yuyu Sect, tens of thousands of miles away.

Before the mountain gate, a night-watch disciple looked at the place where the light flickered and asked in confusion, “What is that?”

Another night-watch disciple was dozing. Hearing someone speak, he replied impatiently, “What could it be in the middle of the night? Just some birds or beasts. It’s not like the Demon Venerable is showing up at our door again.”

“No, I mean that silver light.”

The dozing disciple opened his eyes. With just one look, he recognized it. “It is! It’s Celestial Immortal Zhanwang!! He’s still alive!!!”

“Hurry! Go notify the Sect Leader immediately!”

After grasping the sword, Mu Chenyuan’s cultivation was restored instantly. At this moment, he also intuitively understood how to control the spiritual power that was running wild within his spiritual veins.

Struggling to suppress the disordered energy, Mu Chenyuan let out a roar. He suddenly exerted force with the soles of his feet, and with a light leap, he soared into the high sky holding his sword. The fierce wind whistled in his ears, sharp and ear-piercing.

It took only the blink of an eye. In the next instant, he had reached the same height as Yue Qi in the firmament.

Standing face-to-face, Mu Chenyuan looked into Yue Qi’s blood-red eyes and tried to wake him. “Yue Qi, wake up.”

“Wake up?!” Yue Qi’s gaze landed on Mu Chenyuan’s face, his lips curling into a mocking smile. “Why should I wake up?”

“You have done so many excessive things to me, yet I have never harmed you in the slightest.”

“Master, ask your own conscience: Have I truly treated you poorly?”

“I only wanted to have you. For that, even knowing the Soul-Devouring Gu would consume my soul, I swallowed it without looking back. But if you hadn’t gouged out my heart back then, how would I have ended up like this?”

Mu Chenyuan only felt weary at Yue Qi’s rhetoric. He didn’t think for a moment that this was love.

“You think everything you’ve done is for my good, but how could you not know? I don’t love you at all, yet you always force me.”

“If you feel I have wronged you, you can simply kill me, rather than using these humiliating methods to torture me.”

“Torture?!”

“You say that everything I have done to you… is torture?”