The Aloof Master Is Secretly Kissed Every Night by the Paranoid Villain - Chapter 5

Of course Xie Yuan felt warm, because Wen Shiqing had quietly cast a Constant Temperature Spell in the room.

After all, while Wen Shiqing did not mind the cold, Xie Yuan, whose spiritual roots were destroyed, was bound to be susceptible to it.

He could not let the kid freeze.

Furthermore, having reached his current level of cultivation, Wen Shiqing could actually forgo eating and sleeping entirely. That was why he chose not to go to bed, opting instead to sit at the table in a highly sophisticated, badass manner.

Of course, another reason was that he was afraid of leaving a psychological shadow on Xie Yuan.

Before Wen Shiqing arrived, the original owner of this body had been an absolute pervert. In Xie Yuan’s eyes, he was barely any different from the beasts who had nearly violated him.

Wen Shiqing had to gradually change his image in Xie Yuan’s eyes and give the boy a sense of security. He needed to stop Xie Yuan from associating him with those filthy matters.

Since he had nothing else to do, Wen Shiqing passed the time while Xie Yuan slept by chatting with the system. Along the way, he re-familiarized himself with the background and plot of this world, as well as the various abilities of the original owner.

00 mentioned that the transmigrator who originally played the host’s body had actually transmigrated physically. However, due to homophobia, that person could not accept actually sleeping with Xie Yuan and ended up fleeing. Wen Shiqing was essentially dragged in as emergency backup.

00 had assumed that this honest host of his would follow the plot one hundred percent. He never expected Wen Shiqing to be so incredibly adept at finding loopholes, which was how they ended up where they were today.

00 wondered if this would affect the future development of the plot.

Feeling a bit guilty, Wen Shiqing comforted him, telling him not to anticipate trouble.

“It is fine. Everything will definitely be fine.”

Thanks to the memories left behind by the original owner, Wen Shiqing learned that this world was one where humans, demons, ghosts, and monsters coexisted.

The human race occupied most of the territory, with sects stretching far and wide. The orthodox path was immortal cultivation. In order of strength, they were divided into the Three Great Sects, the Six Major Sects, the Twelve Palaces, and various other miscellaneous small sects.

The Wentian Sect was one of the strongest among the Three Great Sects.

The Hehuan Palace, on the other hand, was a branch under the Xiaoyao Palace, which belonged to the Twelve Palaces.

This was exactly why Xie Xiao did not dare to offend Wen Shiqing.

Monsters were born from flowers, trees, fish, insects, birds, and beasts. Those with good temperaments followed the path of immortal cultivation, while those with bad temperaments took the shortcut of devouring humans and other monsters, walking the path of slaughter.

If humans or monsters did not wish to reincarnate after death, they would turn into ghosts.

However, the ghost race itself could not cultivate. They had to rely on humans or monsters to step onto the path of cultivation.

Thus, another method of cultivation was born: the Ghost Path.

It allowed practitioners to manipulate ghosts, refine ghost slaves, and absorb ghost energy to obtain terrifying power.

However, ghost energy was of the Yin attribute, while spiritual energy was of the Yang attribute.

Once someone cultivated the Ghost Path, if they ever wanted to return to the Immortal Path, they would suffer a backlash from the spiritual energy and face an even more powerful heavenly tribulation.

Therefore, even though cultivation along the Ghost Path advanced by leaps and bounds, it was ultimately not the orthodox way. Not only that, but its practitioners would also be ostracized by other cultivators.

It wasn’t until later, when the antagonist Xie Yuan rose to power, that ghost cultivators truly stood tall before the world. And because Xie Yuan’s strength was so overwhelmingly immense, some immortal cultivators secretly grew terrified of ghost cultivators from the bottom of their hearts.

As for the demons, they were born from the malice of all living things and could swallow anything. They were the most uncontrollable and evil existence, so they were destined only to be sealed away.

Years ago, the male lead’s parents sacrificed their lives for the righteous path. They not only perished along with the Demon King but also united the cultivators to seal away all the demons.

In this world, they were absolute heroes.

The male lead, Xiao Heng, was also a thoroughly upstanding young man. Though he had lost his parents, he grew up pampered by all the elders of the entire Wentian Sect.

He had a bright and cheerful personality, but he was also a sword fanatic. He spent all day challenging people to battles, and whenever he injured someone, the original owner had to clean up his mess.

Thinking of this, Wen Shiqing could not help but smile slightly.

After all, Xiao Heng’s personality was practically identical to his younger brother’s in the real world.

But the moment he remembered that he still had to play the role of someone harboring a secret crush on Xiao Heng, Wen Shiqing’s smile vanished.

Fortunately, it was just a secret crush.

If it were an open, passionate pursuit, he would have broken out in goosebumps three layers deep.

Oh well, he would cross that bridge when he came to it.

Once he finished acting out the plot lines he was supposed to, he would make his exit. Whatever happened here afterward would have nothing to do with him anymore.

With that thought, Wen Shiqing cheered himself up and drained his tea in one gulp. He picked up the chopsticks meant for grabbing pastries from the table and began practicing the original owner’s Jingfeng Sword Technique.

After all, this was going to be his source of confidence for acting like a badass in the future. He had to get familiar with it so he could continue to intimidate people.

It was a rarity for Xie Yuan to sleep all the way until dawn.

He rarely had times when he slept this well, especially in the winter.

His living quarters back at the Hehuan Palace did not even have charcoal fire; there was only a single layer of tattered cotton bedding. When the bitterly cold months arrived during his childhood, he would curl himself tightly into the quilt, shivering so hard he could barely fall asleep.

Before his mother went mad, in his hazy memories, he would occasionally be held in her arms. That was one of the few moments of warmth in his life.

His consciousness was now clear. Xie Yuan opened his eyes, feeling a momentary flash of fear that all of this was a dream.

However, that thought quietly dissipated the moment his gaze landed on Wen Shiqing, who was silently drinking tea at the distant table.

It was not a dream.

He had really been taken in as a disciple by Wen Shiqing.

He had truly escaped the Hehuan Palace.

The corners of his flat lips involuntarily curved upward in a slight arc. Xie Yuan did not even realize that this time, his smile carried genuine warmth.

“How long do you plan on lying there?” Wen Shiqing set down his tea cup, which had served its purpose for his badass act, and spoke coldly, “Now that you are awake, get up and get dressed quickly. Clean yourself up and meet me downstairs.”

With that, he turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

Confound it all! If he did not leave right now, he was going to pee his pants.

Throughout the night, while simulating his sword forms, he had been drinking tea and eating pastries. Before he knew it, he had drained a massive pot of tea.

He had been waiting all this time for Xie Yuan to wake up just so he could scold him in accordance with his character setting before rushing to the restroom.

But Xie Yuan had been sleeping so soundly that it dragged on until now. Now that the boy was finally awake, Wen Shiqing was finally liberated. How could he not run?

“Sigh, I can only say that acting like a badass comes with a price.”

Having survived his ordeal, Wen Shiqing sat at a dining table on the first floor of the inn, complaining to 00, “I am practically traumatized by tea now.”

This only earned him a loud burst of ridicule from 00.

Wen Shiqing cursed him for taking pleasure in his misery, but as he looked up, he saw that Xie Yuan had already dressed neatly and was walking down from upstairs.

His handsome, slender face was framed by a ring of snow-white fur along the brim of his cloak’s hood, making his lips look red and his teeth white. He looked exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

Their eyes met.

Wen Shiqing instantly adopted a cold expression. “Sit down and eat.”

Xie Yuan obediently quickened his pace and sat down beside Wen Shiqing. Only then did he see that the table was filled with all kinds of breakfast dishes. There were steamed buns, shrimp dumplings, sweet porridge, savory porridge, side dishes, braised beef, and so on. There were easily over a dozen varieties.

Xie Yuan froze for a moment.

He looked at the food, then back at Wen Shiqing’s face.

Even though his mindset had long been tempered to be resilient and enduring by hardships, a child was ultimately still a child.

Looking at these foods that he had never eaten before, Xie Yuan fiercely suppressed the urge to wolf them down. He widened his beautiful eyes and asked Wen Shiqing with an air of obedient caution, “Master, can I… eat all of these?”

“Cut the nonsense and eat quickly,” Wen Shiqing said, his eyes filled with disdain. “You are as skinny as a skeleton and you still want to cultivate? If I gave you a sword, I doubt you could even hold it.”

Truth be told, Wen Shiqing’s verbal mockery held absolutely no destructive power over Xie Yuan.

Growing up in the complex environment of the Hehuan Palace, there was no shortage of nasty words thrown his way. Even Xie Yuan’s own mother had never spoken kindly to him.

Thus, Xie Yuan’s attention was fixed entirely on the first half of the sentence.

The moment Wen Shiqing told him to eat, he began to feast with reckless abandon.

From an angle Xie Yuan could not see, Wen Shiqing’s eyes curved slightly.

He did not know what the kid liked to eat, so he had just told the waiter to buy a little bit of everything. Seeing Xie Yuan eat so happily made him happy too.

Furthermore, he had quietly mixed the powder of a Jinchuang Healing Pill into the food.

Yesterday, he had noticed that Xie Yuan still bore external injuries, and there were many tiny cuts and chilblains on his hands. Consuming this medicinal powder should help alleviate them somewhat.