Imprisoned by Forced Love! The Yandere Disciple Tied My Hands and Told Me to Be Good - Chapter 8

After tying the knot, Yue Qi rose from his kneeling position and picked up the porridge he had set aside. He also undid Mu Chenyuan’s Immobilization Spell.

As he lifted the bowl, he noticed Mu Chenyuan’s headpiece was slightly crooked. Instinctively, he thrust the porridge into Mu Chenyuan’s hands while raising both of his own to straighten the crown.

Mu Chenyuan, forced to hold the scalding bowl, couldn’t help but hiss. “It’s burning!”

“Burning? Then I shall hold it and feed Master myself.”

Realizing his mistake, Yue Qi snatched the bowl back before Mu Chenyuan could even agree. His slender fingers gripped a spoon, scooping some porridge and blowing on it carefully near his lips. Only when he estimated it was no longer scalding did he offer it to Mu Chenyuan’s mouth.

Mu Chenyuan noticed the spoon held more than just plain rice porridge; it was filled with preserved egg, shredded pork, and chopped green onions.

Century Egg and Pork Porridge? What era is this book set in? Wasn’t this porridge invented in the Ming Dynasty? And where did the century eggs come from? Forget it, this book has no logic it’s pure smut. Why bother with historical accuracy?

Mu Chenyuan hesitated for a split second, then, lured by the rich aroma, he slowly opened his mouth and swallowed a large gulp. He nearly ate the spoon with it.

And then… he cried.

The System suddenly popped up: I know you’re moved. It’s because it’s too delicious, right?

No… System… it’s because this is the first time I’ve eaten something…

THIS!

SALTY!!

…IN MY LIFE!!

“This is disgusting!!” Mu Chenyuan spat it right back out. After spitting, he turned to Yue Qi and snapped without ceremony, “Are you trying to murder your own Master? You’re going to brine me to death!”

Yue Qi’s face darkened as he silently withdrew the spoon. Seeing Yue Qi’s “nuclear-grade” expression, Mu Chenyuan mentally prepared himself to be sent flying through a wall.

Instead, he heard Yue Qi say in a heavy voice, “Master, you were the one who taught me this recipe. I thought that by following your method exactly, I could succeed even without my sense of taste or smell. I didn’t expect to fail again.”

Only then did Mu Chenyuan remember the System mentioned that after his heart was dug out, Yue Qi lost many of his senses, including taste and smell. Thinking of it that way, making it look this good was already an achievement. Honestly, the porridge wasn’t badly made; it just had far too much salt.

Mu Chenyuan’s heart suddenly softened. After all, this was the first time in his life someone had cooked for him and offered to feed him. Having grown up without parents, he had been fending for himself since he was old enough to remember. Now that someone was willing to cook and hand-feed him, he shouldn’t be so picky.

“How about you just…”

Before Mu Chenyuan could finish his sentence, Yue Qi turned and walked away with the bowl.

Mu Chenyuan hurriedly reached out an “Er-kang hand” (a desperate reaching gesture), trying to stop him. “…Try adding some water, hey!”

But Yue Qi was gone. He had used a teleportation spell…

Rubbing his flattened stomach, Mu Chenyuan felt a wave of regret. If he had known, he would have just forced down that brine-like porridge. At least it was food. Now, he was stuck with an empty stomach.

Lying on the bed, he planned to just “rot” and wait for death. Suddenly, he recalled Yue Qi saying the original owner taught him the recipe. The original owner was an Immortal Lord he knew how to cook? That actually makes him quite similar to me.

Wait… why did I use “also”?

Mu Chenyuan had a feeling Yue Qi wouldn’t be back soon; the guy was surely angry at his lack of appreciation and had bolted. Since he was so hungry that “rotting” couldn’t save his stomach, Mu Chenyuan decided to go look for food himself. He scrambled out of bed.

The moment he stepped out of the room, he was stunned by the scenery. The estate was massive. Aside from the main house, there were several side wings. Near the main hall, next to an octagonal pavilion, grew an incredibly thick magnolia tree. The branches were heavy with blossoms, and white petals drifted down like falling snow.

Within the estate, a crystal-clear stream wound its way through the grounds, the ripples shimmering with silver light like a flowing galaxy. In the center of the pond, a large patch of silver lotuses was in full bloom, their snowy petals huddled together, emitting a faint, elegant fragrance. These silver lotuses spread along the current, extending into the courtyard and contrasting perfectly with the surrounding lush greenery and exotic plants.

It was shrouded in celestial mist. No matter how you looked at it, this didn’t look like the Demon Realm.

The System came online to explain: The male lead created this as a 1:1 high-quality replica of the Zhanwang Immortal Manor where you used to live. Although it’s not in the Celestial Realm and the ‘Immortal Qi’ is fake, it looks identical to the real thing.

Only then did Mu Chenyuan realize this was the original owner’s estate. No wonder it was so refined and elegant. Most importantly it was beautiful!

Mu Chenyuan couldn’t help but sigh: This is too ‘immortal.’ It’s ten thousand times more beautiful than any of those ancient-style sets in TV dramas!

The original owner was an Immortal Lord, after all. Do you know what an Immortal Lord implies?

What?

In the entire cultivation world, there was only one Immortal Lord you, Immortal Zhanwang.

What about my Senior Brother? He’s the Sect Leader; why isn’t he qualified to be an Immortal Lord?

Because his cultivation isn’t as high as yours.

What is my cultivation level now?

The late stage of Great Tribulation. You were on the verge of ascending to godhood. In this world, anyone who reaches the Tribulation stage can be called an Immortal Lord. You are currently one of only two people at that level.

Only two?

The other is the male lead. His cultivation caught up to yours long ago. However, due to your damaged spiritual veins, your cultivation dropped significantly; you’re currently only at the Spirit Severing  stage. And since the male lead sealed your veins, you’re currently no different from a mortal.

Fortunately, the male lead didn’t actually destroy your cultivation, so it’s not impossible to recover. Though even if you do, it won’t help much. You’d only be at the Spirit Severing stage stronger than a disciple, but you’d lose against any true powerhouse.

So why are my spiritual veins damaged?

You were injured in a fight. Because of that injury, you wanted to dig out the male lead’s heart to refine into a pill to heal yourself.

Wait… Mu Chenyuan felt something was off. You said I dug out his heart to heal myself, but you also said I’m still just at the Spirit Severing stage… then what was the point of taking his heart?

About that… The System explained bashfully: The book didn’t mention it, so I don’t know. Maybe you used it but it didn’t work, so your veins stayed damaged. Otherwise, where did the heart go? The book doesn’t say, so it must have been consumed already.

Mu Chenyuan felt this book was full of plot holes. Is this book written by an AI?

Is it possible that I am an AI too, Host?

Mu Chenyuan:  I think you’re an Artificial Idiot.

If you’re an AI, why do you keep forgetting things and acting like a rookie?

Because I am a human-simulated AI. A real human injected their soul into me, so my behavior and emotions tend toward humanity. Haven’t you noticed my voice is that of a normal man?

Speaking of the voice, Mu Chenyuan had found the System’s voice familiar ever since he arrived. Not just familiar very familiar! Whose voice was it? Where had he heard it before? The answer was on the tip of his tongue, but he simply couldn’t grab it.