The Aloof Master Is Secretly Kissed Every Night by the Paranoid Villain - Chapter 13

Wen Shiqing had absolutely no idea what to do. He could not even fall asleep the entire night because of this.

He had always been a person with very mild desires. Even when he experienced normal morning physiological phenomena, it would resolve after a quick shower. Usually, he was far too busy with work and had a family to care for, so he had never dated a girlfriend. The limited number of times he had ever engaged in self-comfort occurred back in high school, when he was dragged along by classmates who had smuggled mobile phones into the school to watch restricted films. Everyone was doing that sort of thing, so if he did not participate, he would appear out of touch with the group.

Now, however, for the sake of playing this perverted Master character, he had to go into a secret chamber packed with portraits of the male protagonist to perform these acts every once in a while. This truly filled his heart with shame, making it impossible for him to accept.

The system comforted him: 【Actually, Host, you can blindfold your eyes so that you will not be able to see those portraits. After that, I can play the videos you loved to watch back in modern times for you. In any case, this secret chamber is quite secluded. In the novel, the male protagonist never discovered this secret chamber even up until the moment he shattered the void and departed from this world. Therefore, there is no need for you to feel too ashamed.】

[I will believe your nonsense, you wicked creature.]

【Ying ying ying, am I no longer your baby?】

Wen Shiqing pinched the space between his eyebrows and sighed. He knew that the method suggested by the system should be feasible. He would not survive for more than a few years in this world anyway, so there was no need to dwell too much on it.

Thinking this way, he raised his hand with a solemn expression and was about to reach for his outer robe when he suddenly heard Lin Xiu’s voice coming from outside.

“Wen Shiqing! I suddenly remembered that I forgot to tell you yesterday that the secret realm rumored to harbor the Soul-Nurturing Grass is about to open within the next few days! If you set out right now, you should still be able to make it in time. If you miss this opportunity, you will have to wait for another five years!”

Lin Xiu possessed a brash, impetuous personality. As he spoke, he pushed the door open and marched right in, so quickly that even Xiao Heng could not stop him.

Wen Shiqing reacted almost instantly. He bolted upright from the bed and, with lightning speed, sat down at the tea table and picked up his teacup.

When Lin Xiu barged inside, what he saw was Wen Shiqing’s perfectly composed, unperturbed demeanor. However, that usually fair face of his was currently so red it looked as though it might bleed.

Lin Xiu walked closer with a peculiar expression and placed his hand directly on Wen Shiqing’s face, “Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?”

“That should not be possible. With your level of cultivation, unless you suffer a severe injury, it is difficult for you to even fall ill.”

“Cough, I am not sick.” Wen Shiqing slapped his hand away.

Slowly suppressing the burning heat on his face, he inquired, “Which secret realm are you talking about?”

“It is that secret realm in the northern Mount Yan, which opens once every four years.” Lin Xiu said, “But you also know that Mount Yan is a rather bizarre place. Although the secret realm monsters born in that area are not particularly powerful, many of them possess the ability to delude a cultivator’s sanity. Do not be too careless when you go inside to search for the Soul-Nurturing Grass.”

“Master, why are you searching for the Soul-Nurturing Grass?” Xiao Heng did not understand the knowledge of pill cultivation, but he knew that the Soul-Nurturing Grass was a very precious spiritual plant.

“It has a use.” Wen Shiqing responded to him with a single, simple sentence.

Beside him, Lin Xiu wore a face full of profound mystery as he patted Xiao Heng on the shoulder, “Be good. This is an adult matter, so children should not interfere.”

Wen Shiqing: “…”

He gave Xiao Heng a few more instructions before setting off immediately to rush toward Mount Yan.

After his departure, aside from his regular cultivation, Xiao Heng fully carried out Wen Shiqing’s instructions. He would constantly sneak over to place the items Wen Shiqing had prepared for Xie Yuan right at the entrance of the Chunjing Villa.

The items Wen Shiqing had prepared for Xie Yuan were exceptionally comprehensive. They included a personal disciple token, custom-made personal disciple robes, a basic paired sword, a disciple manual, and a storage ring filled with various mild medicinal pills as well as a jade pendant capable of nurturing the physical body.

The disciple manual detailed the sect rules of the Wentian Sect and listed the numerous locations within the sect where disciples could eat, learn, rest, and cultivate. Furthermore, it explicitly noted the method for using the personal disciple token, displaying astonishing attention to detail.

With this manual in hand, Xie Yuan began to frequently visit the various locations of the Sword Peak. Like a parched sponge, he frantically absorbed every drop of moisture the Wentian Sect could provide him.

During the day, he attended the large lectures for disciples, visited the library pavilion to read books, and practiced swordsmanship and physical techniques. At night, he went to the immortal-demon battlefield on the back mountain to absorb ghost energy. His strength advanced by leaps and bounds, and within a mere half-month, he reached the fifth layer of the Qi Condensation Realm, surpassing many of the new disciples on the Sword Peak.

However, because ghost cultivation had always been despised by immortal cultivators, Xie Yuan never exposed his cultivation level. He simply played the part of a pitiful disciple whose spiritual root had been destroyed, living cautiously on the Sword Peak.

Yet, in many instances, even if he did not go looking for trouble, trouble would inevitably find him.

A half-month was more than enough time for Xie Yuan’s true identity to spread across the entire Wentian Sect. The worthless son of the Hehuan Palace Master, a boy with a destroyed spiritual root who had almost degenerated into a servant boy, possessed such a filthy identity, yet he had become a personal disciple of Wen Shiqing. The moment they thought about how Daoist Lord Wen had poured so many resources and care into this filthy waste, a thick sense of resentment arose in the hearts of many disciples.

Xiao Heng was a breathtakingly brilliant genius, so they accepted him becoming Daoist Lord Wen’s personal disciple. But what right did this Xie Yuan have?

Unbeknownst to them, their jealousy would drive them into a dangerous confrontation.

Consequently, on this particular day, after Xie Yuan emerged from the library pavilion, he sensed that someone was following him. They even followed him all the way back to the Chunjing Villa.

A cold light flashed through Xie Yuan’s eyes before it slowly dissipated, and he adjusted his expression back into one of docile innocence. Turning his head around, he smiled at those few disciples, “Senior Brothers, why have you followed me all this way?”

“Xie Yuan, drop the innocent act!” The leading disciple sneered, “Since you were born in such a filthy environment, you obviously cannot be anything good either!”

“Speak up quickly. Just what kind of methods did you use to bewitch Daoist Lord Wen into taking you as a personal disciple?”

“Is it because of this face of yours!” Another disciple’s face was completely consumed by jealousy, “I heard that your early-deceased mother was a low-life who used her face to please the Hehuan Palace Master before giving birth to a seductive male fox spirit like you!”

“Like mother, like son. You must also be…”

Before the remaining words could escape his mouth, everyone only felt a gust of ghostly wind blow past their eyes. In the very next instant, that disciple’s throat was gripped tightly by Xie Yuan’s bare hand.

Terrifying ghost energy gathered within his palm. The bone-chilling cold, coupled with the horrific sensation of suffocation brought by the tightening of his fingers, rendered the disciple completely unable to utter another syllable. In a panic, the disciple reached out to grab Xie Yuan’s hand, trying to pull it down.

His face flushed completely red, and his eyes became bloodshot, filled with absolute shock and terror regarding the current situation.

Lifting his gaze, the disciple could see that Xie Yuan’s beautiful face had completely discarded its previous weak, easily bullied appearance. It had become sharp and distorted, his eyes overflowing with gloom and brutality.

“Senior Brother, since you have not learned how to speak like a human being, then you might as well never speak again.”