Imprisoned by Forced Love! The Yandere Disciple Tied My Hands and Told Me to Be Good - Chapter 29

Bang! Bang, bang, bang!! Duang.

After hitting trees a dozen times in a row, on the final attempt, Mu Chenyuan directly snapped a massive tree trunk in half! He personally ended up slammed against the ground along with his sword, with Yue Qi tumbling down beneath him.

Actually, Yue Qi wouldn’t have fallen; he had deliberately maneuvered to act as a cushion for Mu Chenyuan.

Because Mu Chenyuan’s sword-flying skills were subpar, he immediately shifted the blame to Yue Qi: “It’s all your fault! You insisted on grabbing my waist, distracting me and making me hit the trees!”

Yue Qi didn’t argue. Instead, he said with a smile, “Haven’t I already atoned for it? I didn’t let Master get hurt, did I?”

Mu Chenyuan then realized he was still sitting directly on top of Yue Qi and scrambled to get up. But Yue Qi restrained him with one hand, pulling him back into his embrace. “Does Master not like being on top?”

Like it, my ass!

Mu Chenyuan struggled with all his might and gave Yue Qi’s arm a vicious bite. Sensing his resistance, Yue Qi suddenly let go—not because of the pain, but because Mu Chenyuan’s struggle was so forceful that, without any counter-resistance, he tumbled headlong into the nearby thicket. He didn’t stop until he hit a hard, rock-like object.

Nursing his aching head, Mu Chenyuan was about to see what kind of “rock” dared to block his path. Looking up, he saw a pair of hollow eye sockets, devoid of eyeballs.

That wasn’t a rock! It was a human head!!!

The face was covered in blood; not only were the eyes gouged out, but the nose had been sliced flat. It looked like a mangled Voldemort a hideous sight that suggested the person had been tortured to death.

Mu Chenyuan broke into a cold sweat and jumped out of the bushes in terror. Yue Qi, curious about his reaction, walked into the thicket and glanced at it, understanding immediately.

“It’s just a dead person.”

Mu Chenyuan wasn’t afraid of death, but the way this person died was far too tragic. And… he looked a bit familiar?

Mu Chenyuan stepped back into the thicket and discovered the deceased was actually Wei Lingyu. He was naked, decapitated, with all four limbs severed and nine fingers missing. And… his “third leg” was gone too. He had truly been turned into a human swine a eunuch human swine at that.

“Isn’t this Wei Lingyu?” Mu Chenyuan shot a look at Yue Qi, his eyes full of implication. He clearly suspected this was Yue Qi’s doing.

Yue Qi, however, feigned innocence and refused to admit it: “Perhaps he was killed by nearby demonic cultivators or an old enemy.”

Mu Chenyuan was too lazy to expose him; he didn’t have proof anyway. Besides, the mission was already complete. And truth be told, this was simply Wei Lingyu’s karma; he deserved it.

“Since this was his fate, there’s nothing to be done,” Mu Chenyuan said, feigning a look of regret.

Yue Qi added a hypocritical bit of comfort: “Master, don’t be too sad. Your health is more important.”

Mu Chenyuan: … Do I look sad to you?

Stepping out from the shadow of the corpse, Mu Chenyuan stood before his hovering natal sword once again. This time, he hesitated, mostly fearing he’d hit more trees.

Seeing his hesitation, Yue Qi spoke first: “Master hasn’t touched a sword in many years, so you’ve likely grown rusty. Why don’t I lead the way and carry Master on the sword?”

“You know how to fly a sword?” was Mu Chenyuan’s first reaction. Demonic cultivators were rarely seen using swords; wasn’t this stylish weapon the exclusive domain of immortal cultivators?

But he quickly remembered, Yue Qi was his disciple!

He quickly corrected himself: “I mean… I’ve never seen you use a sword. You didn’t use one when you fought Yu Jinyao… aren’t you rusty too?”

“I’m alright. Though I abandoned the sword long ago… what Master taught, I will never forget in this lifetime.”

Yue Qi raised his other hand, summoning the Zhanwang Sword back to him. The sword was indeed very obedient to him. Mu Chenyuan couldn’t help but feel that this sword was like a child between him and Yue Qi…

This time, the positions were swapped. Yue Qi was in front and Mu Chenyuan was in back. Mu Chenyuan just stood there with his hands behind his back, keeping a significant distance from Yue Qi’s body.

Before taking off, Yue Qi reminded him: “Master, hold me tight.”

Mu Chenyuan refused flatly: “I won’t.”

“Hold me. Now.” Yue Qi entered “command mode,” his voice dropping to a low rasp.

Mu Chenyuan remained stubborn: “I won’t.” Forcefully control me if you have the guts! He figured Yue Qi wouldn’t. If he were going to, he would have done it long ago.

Yue Qi indeed stopped bothering with whether Mu Chenyuan held him or not. He took off immediately. But he had no intention of flying normally!

Not only did he fly up and down erratically, but he also performed various spins and rotations, making the experience more intense for Mu Chenyuan than a roller coaster.

“YOU”

Mu Chenyuan was fuming. He reached out and gave the flesh at Yue Qi’s waist a hard pinch. “Are you doing this on purpose, or do you simply not know how to fly a sword!”

“Of course it’s on purpose,” Yue Qi said, the corners of his mouth curling upward. “Blame it on Master’s refusal to hold me.”

“Hold you? My ass!” Mu Chenyuan would rather die than yield; even in this state, he refused to hold on.

Seeing his persistence, Yue Qi not only continued his erratic flying but also accelerated. Suddenly, Mu Chenyuan felt nothing but a roar in his ears. Beneath his feet was a blur of white; he could see nothing.

In less than half an hour, they arrived. Twelve thousand miles is roughly six thousand kilometers. Six thousand kilometers in half an hour is approximately Mach 10. He was flying at hypersonic speeds…

Fortunately, there is no science in this world, let alone concepts like “speed of sound” or “Mach.”

The moment they landed at the valley summit, Mu Chenyuan stepped off the sword and immediately doubled over to vomit. Primarily, he had eaten too much earlier. Plus, Yue Qi was truly a bastard!

Yue Qi watched him vomit with narrowed eyes, his expression one of leisurely satisfaction. “If Master is naughty in the future, the punishment won’t be as light as this.”

Mu Chenyuan cursed between heaves: “You… damn… bastard… blegh!”

“Don’t say that, Master. Seeing as your sword-flying wasn’t up to par, I kindly carried you in front. Besides, I brought you out to play. If Master doesn’t want to play, we can just go back.”

Mu Chenyuan felt like his lungs were about to explode from rage! But what could he do? He was just a weak, piteous, and helpless Transformation-stage cultivator. If he could actually fight Yue Qi to a draw, he would have attacked long ago.

After a bout of vomiting, Mu Chenyuan felt much better. Yue Qi gently patted his back to help him catch his breath. Mu Chenyuan irritably slapped his hand away, warning him: “Don’t touch me even once!”

“Alright.”

Yue Qi agreed, but in the next second, he pinched Mu Chenyuan’s cheek twice. He smiled triumphantly: “That wasn’t once; it was twice.”

Mu Chenyuan: “…” Psychopath!