The Wicked Disciple Has Fallen Into Demonic Possession, And The Master Can No Longer Withstand It! - Chapter 3

“I, I did not say anything.”

Yan Jue’s heart tightened, and he quickly changed his tune.

Qi Yelan narrowed his eyes. “How do you know my name?”

As he spoke, the hand clamped around Yan Jue’s waist tightened significantly, carrying a clear sense of threat.

Technically, Yan Jue was Qi Yelan’s master. Having inherited the original Yan Jue’s memories, being treated this way by his own disciple left a sour taste in his mouth. He gritted his teeth and remained silent. On the other hand, his mind was a mess. He could not think of a plausible lie to deceive Qi Yelan, and he was terrified that opening his mouth would lead to a slip of the tongue.

Seeing that he would not answer, Qi Yelan simply stopped asking. He hoisted Yan Jue back onto his shoulder and carried him directly through the stone gate ahead.

Inside the cave lay a different world, a meticulously crafted subterranean palace. Under the flickering candlelight, every piece of furniture and utensil was carved from stone. They were so lifelike that they looked almost identical to the outside world. However, it was a tomb-like dwelling that was oppressive and dark. Everything was a dull grey-black, the kind of environment that would make anyone feel suffocated after a while.

So, this was how Qi Yelan had been living all these years. It made sense. The Demon Race was despised by the world, especially after the great war a hundred years ago when the entire cultivation world joined forces to wipe them out. After Yan Jue had personally executed his demonic disciple in front of everyone to put duty before family, Qi Yelan’s identity became common knowledge. If he were to show his face again, it would undoubtedly stir up another storm and bring certain death.

Qi Yelan was right to keep a low profile, but why had he kidnapped Yan Jue for no reason? Yan Jue now had to worry about keeping his identity secret while also fearing for his life.

Qi Yelan entered a room that resembled a sleeping chamber and tossed him onto a stone bed. The bed was covered only by a single layer of animal hide, providing zero cushioning. Yan Jue was thrown so hard that he saw stars.

When he regained his senses, he propped himself up by his waist. The first thing he saw was Qi Yelan’s cold, handsome face. Although he had never met this version of Qi Yelan, his inherited memories and instinctive muscle memory recognized him. Seeing that familiar face staring at him with such a drastically different attitude sent a chill crawling up the back of his neck.

Judging by the man’s expression, he really had not recognized him. Yan Jue’s current body was a younger version of his previous self, and he had slightly altered his appearance before descending to the mortal realm. It should not be easy to identify him.

“What, what are you going to do?”

Seeing the man lean in slightly, Yan Jue scrambled backward. His eyes were wide with panic. The lingering effects of the Spring Passion Incense made his breathing ragged, and his entire face was flushed a deep pink.

Qi Yelan stopped his approach. His brow twitched slightly, but his eyes remained frozen. He reminded Yan Jue with a tone of detached amusement, “The drug you took is taking hold, and the dosage was high. I am giving you a choice. Whether you are willing or not is up to you.”

He seemed certain that Yan Jue would not be able to endure it. A faint, mocking glint flashed in his eyes.

Yan Jue asked, “What do you want?”

Surely he did not just pick up a stranger affected by Spring Passion Incense from the side of the road out of the goodness of his heart? Yan Jue did not remember teaching him that kind of altruism. He was convinced Qi Yelan had an ulterior motive. That icy expression did not look like someone performing a good deed. It looked like someone who wanted to devour him. Even with his mind muddled by the drug, he was not blind to that.

A smile tugged at the corner of Qi Yelan’s mouth, a cold, faint sneer that made his emotions impossible to read. He countered, “You have the Clear Jade Immortal Body. What do you think I want?”

As expected, he had been found out. Yan Jue could not stop another shudder. To be honest, he was terrified. The pressure this body brought upon him was immense. He wanted to refuse, but facing the man’s undeniable dominance, he lacked the strength to resist.

Even if Qi Yelan was giving him a choice, Yan Jue feared he would eventually use force. What did Qi Yelan want him for? To purify his demonic root? That was the only thing Yan Jue could think of. The Clear Jade Immortal Body was generally not compatible with demons. While it could boost cultivation, it would also purify the demonic root, something most demons actively avoided.

While he did not know why Qi Yelan would want to purify his root, he was still his disciple. Even in this youthful body, Yan Jue absolutely could not allow things to go that far.

“No, I am not willing,” Yan Jue said, shaking his head repeatedly.

Facing this rejection, Qi Yelan was not in a hurry. He simply gave a thin smile. “Then you will just have to endure it.”

He turned to leave, but Yan Jue hurriedly called out, “Why did you bring me here? Let me out!”

Qi Yelan glanced back at him. “No. A physique like yours is rare in a century, no, perhaps rare in a millennium. Now that I have found you, do you really think you can leave?”

So he did want this body after all. Yan Jue’s heart sank. However, Qi Yelan seemed to be playing the role of a hunter, intending to wear him down until the day he was forced to submit. In short, their days together were going to be long.

“I just noticed that you look very much like an old acquaintance of mine.”

Qi Yelan suddenly stared into his eyes while his voice remained flat and devoid of emotion. Yan Jue knew exactly who he was talking about. Was it not himself?

He asked tentatively, “An old acquaintance? What, what kind of acquaintance?”

By now, his breathing was severely labored, but he forced himself to stay composed. At the mention of that person, a smile curled Qi Yelan’s lips. For a split second, it looked beautiful, but it was immediately replaced by a gnashing, visceral hatred. “Someone I wish I could cut into a thousand pieces.”

Yan Jue was so startled that he jerked while his body fell back half a step. Then, Qi Yelan seemed to lose himself in a sense of bereavement, and a short sigh escaped his throat. “But you are not him. If you were him, we would not be standing here having a civil discussion.”

When did Qi Yelan become like this? Where was the law-abiding, respectful disciple? Had he been killed by the original Yan Jue? Thinking of this, he felt a wave of regret for his predecessor. How could he have the heart to kill such a good disciple? And since he had resurrected him, why not explain everything clearly?

But Yan Jue could not explain it now. Qi Yelan had not recognized him yet, and even if he did, he would not believe him. He would likely see it as a deceptive argument. After all, Qi Yelan had not seen the secret efforts to save his soul. This was not something that could be cleared up in a few words.

He absolutely could not let Qi Yelan recognize him, but he also could not let himself be defiled. Setting aside the physical and mental trauma of forced dual cultivation, if he lost his purity now, it would be disastrous for his future cultivation. With a Clear Jade Immortal Body, remaining chaste was the best path. For years, he had remained as pure as jade, never even touching a girl’s hand. He was strict and self-disciplined. If he were to lose his virginity now, he would feel utterly humiliated.

“I will ask you one last time. Will you endure the suffering tonight, or wait until you fall into my hands later? You cannot escape, so why struggle?”

Qi Yelan’s voice sent another chill through him. It was a threat disguised as a choice, but Yan Jue would rather die of discomfort than give in. Once he endured tonight, he would find a way to escape. He was the master, after all. He could not let this brat control him. Yan Jue began to plot. If he started cultivating right now, it might not be too late.

However, before he could think further, Qi Yelan stepped close again. Under his gaze, the man reached out with long, cold fingertips and tilted Yan Jue’s chin up. Before Yan Jue could struggle or retreat, the other hand reached out and tapped lightly on his smooth, flushed neck.

In an instant, Yan Jue felt as if something had constricted his throat and more. He reached up in disbelief and felt a spiritual collar suddenly locked around his neck. The moment the collar touched him, he felt his strength suppressed. The meager cultivation he had left vanished completely.

Qi Yelan explained considerately, “This is a Spirit-Locking Collar. Do not think about running. You cannot.”

No way. Can Qi Yelan read minds? Is he really leaving me no way out? Seeing his last shred of hope extinguished, Yan Jue slumped onto the bed in despair.

He had been using his spiritual power to suppress the drug. Now that his power was sealed, the drug’s effects surged instantly. The burning heat became unbearable, and his chest felt painfully tight. He could not help but let out a groan right in front of Qi Yelan.

“It hurts so much.”