The Aloof Master Is Secretly Kissed Every Night by the Paranoid Villain - Chapter 2

[Host, what on earth are you doing?!]

“I am berating him.”

[You call this berating?!]

“I called him ‘someone like you.’ Is that not an insult? Furthermore, I told him to serve me. Do serving tea and pouring water not count as service?”

System 00 felt that Wen Shiqing’s logic had completely reset its understanding of reality. It attempted to argue: [But the Wen Shiqing in the book never gave the villain spiritual pills. The villain was tortured nearly to death several times without receiving a single drop of mercy. Now, you are insulting him with your mouth while stuffing pills into him with your hand. This is clearly out of character.]

“By giving him a blow and then a sweet date, I can sustain the abuse and ensure he continues to hate me in the long run. This is not out of character; it is a long term strategy.”

Wen Shiqing spoke pure nonsense. However, it was enough to deceive the inexperienced, simple minded system.

00 hesitated for a moment before nodding reluctantly. [That actually seems to make sense.]

While Wen Shiqing debated with the system, Xie Yuan had already instinctively swallowed the healing pill. As the medicinal power dissolved inside him, the internal injuries caused by Wen Shiqing’s spiritual energy were mostly healed. The pain in his organs vanished, and even the agony of having his spiritual root destroyed by those bastards from the Hehuan Palace began to subside.

Xie Yuan had never taken such pills before, but he had heard the others say that the faster a pill works, the higher its quality. The pill Wen Shiqing fed him acted instantly and healed most of his wounds. Its grade was likely high enough to make even his wretched father feel envious.

Xie Yuan frowned as he looked at the man before him.

His white robes were as pure as snow, untainted by a speck of dust. A jade crown bound his hair, and his loose black tresses were smooth and lustrous. His elegant features were steeped in spiritual energy, unlike the cluttered and filthy aura of the people in the Hehuan Palace. It could be said that Wen Shiqing was the most outstanding cultivator Xie Yuan had ever seen.

Tonight, when the man had stepped into the woodshed like a descending god to save him, Xie Yuan had indeed viewed him as a savior. But after bringing him away, the man had begun to treat him exactly like those other bastards. Deep in his heart, a bitter, bone deep hatred was born from the realization that this was just as expected.

However, having experienced the agony of losing his cultivation, he understood one thing clearly. For a rat trapped in a gutter like him, pride was the most useless thing in the world.

So, when Wen Shiqing demanded that Xie Yuan serve him, he did not refuse. He wanted to use Wen Shiqing to seize this final chance to escape the Hehuan Palace and step back onto the path of immortality. Once his cultivation improved, he would slaughter the entire Hehuan Palace. He would kill everyone who had ever humiliated him or his mother.

Holding onto that thought, he performed a humble act. He called the man “Master” as requested and sought his favor. He engaged in disgusting behavior that made him feel ashamed.

He did not expect that after only just beginning, the man’s attitude would suddenly change. He was swept aside, scolded for his kiss, and detested for his presumption. The man told him never to do such things again and promised that if he simply served tea and water, he would be accepted as a disciple and taught to cultivate. He was even fed a high grade pill.

For Xie Yuan, it felt as though a nightmare difficulty level had suddenly dropped to easy mode. While he felt a sense of relief, he also realized something profound. Wen Shiqing truly cherished the disciple he saw through Xie Yuan. Because he had only kissed the man’s neck, Wen Shiqing found him that repulsive.

Xie Yuan could not help but sneer inwardly. He decided that if Wen Shiqing ever regretted this and tried to force him into those acts again, he would intentionally kiss him. That way, he could enrage and disgust the man so that Wen Shiqing would no longer have any desire for him.

For now, he had to follow the man’s lead, hide all his dark thoughts of hatred, and be a qualified, submissive disciple.

“Good,” he replied obediently, adjusting his expression to one of innocent compliance. “I will certainly listen to Master from now on and will never again do anything to overstep my bounds.”

Wen Shiqing snapped back to reality. Seeing Xie Yuan like this, he could not help but feel a pang of sympathy. This child is too sensible, is he not? He does not look like a villain at all.

In comparison, his own younger brother back home, who spent all day jumping around and getting into fights, looked more like a villain.

The thought lasted only a second. Wen Shiqing decided that he would exploit the system’s loopholes as much as possible to treat Xie Yuan well. At the very least, he wanted the boy to have a more comfortable life before he had to die.

Thinking of this, Wen Shiqing let go of Xie Yuan’s chin and continued to speak harshly. “Now that you understand, get up immediately. Stop crawling on the ground, lest you dirty the clothes I gave you.”

It was the middle of winter, and the ground was freezing. Xie Yuan had lost his cultivation, and lying there for too long would make him sick.

“Yes.”

Xie Yuan knew the clothes Wen Shiqing had given him were the robes of a core disciple of the Wentian Sect. They were only given to him so that he would look more like that other disciple.

He climbed up and began to straighten his messy attire. The finely embroidered robe outlined a lean figure, yet his back remained straight. As the forced, flattering expression faded from his delicate face and he pursed his thin lips, one could catch a glimpse of the resilience in his bones.

Wen Shiqing thought that if Xie Yuan were given even a normal environment to grow up in, he could achieve great things. Yet, as the saying goes, bad luck only finds those with bitter lives.

Just as he was lamenting, the door to the room was suddenly slammed open from the outside!

“Daoist Wen, I invited you here as a guest, yet you dare to commit such filthy acts with my son! Do you have no respect for our Hehuan Palace?”

The Palace Master, Xie Xiao, stormed in aggressively. However, his accusations stopped mid sentence. Seeing the two people in the room fully and neatly dressed, he immediately turned to glare at the servants who had reported the news.

Those servants were the same ones who had attempted to assault Xie Yuan in the woodshed. After hearing Wen Shiqing’s earlier words inside the room, they had immediately informed Xie Xiao.

Xie Xiao had hoped to catch Wen Shiqing in a compromising position to blackmail him into total obedience to the Hehuan Palace. Since Wen Shiqing had a stellar reputation, Xie Xiao assumed he would value his honor above all else and would be easily manipulated if caught red handed.

But to his surprise, he did not find the scene of debauchery reported by the servants. This was not good at all.

In Wen Shiqing’s mind, System 00 provided the plot details: [Host, in the original story, Wen Shiqing and Xie Yuan are caught. Wen Shiqing claims that Xie Yuan seduced him. He watches as Xie Xiao nearly beats Xie Yuan to death before finally intervening, saying that Xie Yuan is rebellious and needs to be brought back to the Wentian Sect to be properly disciplined.]

The original owner was a total scumbag, Wen Shiqing thought. He could not do that.

Thinking quickly, his expression suddenly shifted. A terrifying pressure from the Transcendence Realm surged toward Xie Xiao!

Xie Xiao, whose cultivation was two major stages lower at the Spirit Severing Realm, turned pale and stumbled back a step. The other servants with weaker cultivation began to bleed from their mouths and fell to their knees.

“Palace Master Xie, you broke into my room late at night without evidence and slandered me for committing acts with your son. I should be the one asking you: Do you have any respect for me as a Daoist Master, or for the Wentian Sect?”