The Wicked Disciple Has Fallen Into Demonic Possession, And The Master Can No Longer Withstand It! - Chapter 8

“You!”

Yan Jue felt a layer of cold sweat break out on the back of his neck. He had not expected Qi Yelan to know so much. However, he truly had no intention of killing anyone to vent his anger.

Seeing Yan Jue remain silent, Qi Yelan tilted his head slightly. “How about it? This condition.”

Yan Jue shook his head. “No need. I do not need you to kill them. At least not now.”

Qi Yelan asked again, “Then what do you want?”

Yan Jue clutched his aching abdomen. “First, neutralize this poison.”

Qi Yelan let out a soft laugh and stopped in front of him. “It was never poison. Your physique is special. If more people with ill intentions discover it, I will not be the only one who wants you. What you just swallowed was spirit water from the Demon Race used to mask one’s aura. It can temporarily help you hide the presence of the Clear Jade Immortal Body. You are currently a mortal, so swallowing it naturally causes a backlash, but it is not a major issue.”

So that was it. Yan Jue breathed a sigh of relief, but a surge of indignation rose within him at the thought of being toyed with like this. He did not want to stay any longer, but before he could speak, the other man continued.

“The spirit water is only temporary. If you practice dual cultivation with me, you will carry my mark as the Demon Lord. No one will dare touch you again. It solves the problem once and for all. Why not consider it?”

Consider it my foot, Yan Jue cursed inwardly. Just then, the system that had been absent for a long time popped up again.

“Host, I think he makes a good point. Why not just give in for now? Our mission is the priority.”

Yan Jue gnashed his teeth, wishing he could bite the system to death. Was that even something a human would say? Although he wanted a safe place to stay, remaining here was definitely not a wise choice. If his identity were revealed one day, would Qi Yelan not make his life a living hell?

Yan Jue firmly stated his stance. “Absolutely not! Qi Yelan would kill me.”

“That is not necessarily true. At least right now, he does not know who you are. If you satisfy his requirements now and develop feelings with him, he might remember the old affection even if you are exposed. He might even understand your painstaking efforts and bury the hatchet.”

The system’s suggestion struck Yan Jue as utterly preposterous. He ignored the system and turned back to the man in front of him. “Then unlock this Spirit-Locking Collar first.”

A shallow smile played on Qi Yelan’s lips. “Sure.”

Yan Jue was stunned because the man had agreed more easily than expected. In the blink of an eye, Qi Yelan was already standing right before him. Since they were inches apart, Yan Jue hurriedly reached out his hand to block the space between them.

“What are you doing?”

Qi Yelan’s hand was suspended in mid-air. “Unlocking it for you, of course.”

Yan Jue remembered that it only took a light touch when the collar was first placed, so he stopped resisting. When those cold fingers gently pressed against his skin, he instinctively tensed his neck. Unlike the last time, the fingers did not just touch him briefly but seemed to wander from his neck to his chin and then to his cheek. Yan Jue’s brow furrowed deeper. The skin on his neck and cheek felt itchy, and this strange behavior made his entire body uncomfortable. The man’s unabashedly captivated expression made him feel as though his soul was being violated.

“What are you”

Before he could finish, he felt the hand wrap around the back of his neck. A sharp pain shot through his nerves. He widened his eyes while looking at the smiling Qi Yelan, but his body fell uncontrollably. Soon, everything went black.

When he woke up again, Yan Jue felt a soreness in his nose as if he had slept for a very long time. The scenery was still the same as yesterday. He was lying on the hard stone bed covered in animal skins. Just as he began to recall the events before he lost consciousness, a sense of constriction pulled his thoughts back.

He looked down and snapped wide awake. He was glowing. To be precise, he was tied up by something emitting a blue light. At this moment, he looked exactly like a glowing blue caterpillar. He stared at himself for a few seconds, and three words flashed through his mind: I am doomed.

Had he angered Qi Yelan? As he was thinking, the person in question arrived.

“You are awake.”

When Qi Yelan’s heavy, emotionless voice rang out, Yan Jue instinctively tensed his skin. He did not answer but closed his eyes again to play dead. Feeling the man get closer and closer, he even slowed his breathing. Qi Yelan walked to the bedside with a faint, non-malicious smile curling his lips. He actually tried to deceive me with such a small trick.

Seeing that the man made no move and did not leave, Yan Jue could hardly hold out any longer. Just as he was about to give up and open his eyes, he felt a hand touch his chest. It seemed the rope binding him only restricted his movements, not the other man’s hands. He felt those hands slowly slide under his outer garment while moving from his chest to his waist and then to a soft area. Not only was the man touching him, but he was also kneading rhythmically.

As a man, Yan Jue quickly understood what the other intended. Even through a layer of clothing, he felt a wave of shame. Aside from the shame, there was an indescribable sensation. A long-term lack of exercise combined with his unique physique made his waist much softer than that of an average man. Being held in Qi Yelan’s palms felt like a massage that was tingling and numb. It was almost comfortable.

The feeling was so bizarre that he began to doubt himself. He was clearly a man, so why were they doing this? Why was this even possible, he thought sadly. Seeing that the man had no intention of stopping and felt his body leaning closer, a surge of heat lingered near his neck. Yan Jue finally could not take it anymore. The moment the other’s lips brushed against his fair neck, he snapped his eyes open while recoiling in shock and began to struggle.

“Do not do this!”

His resistance was far too weak against the man before him. With just one hand, Qi Yelan pinned down the panicked youth. Qi Yelan looked up while being somewhat unsatisfied and took a deep breath to calm his own breathing. “Why did you not keep pretending?”

“You, you bastard.”

Being stared at like that, Yan Jue felt his cheeks burn with heat. After swearing, he quickly turned his head away to avoid the man’s gaze while his fingers rubbed together anxiously at his side. Qi Yelan let out a soft laugh. Looking at the flushed cheeks, he was unsure if they were from anger or embarrassment. He had clearly felt the other’s heart rate quicken earlier. It seemed this person was not entirely without feeling toward him.

Thinking this, Qi Yelan stopped teasing him and withdrew his hand. He stood by the bed while his palms still savored the sensation from a moment ago.

So soft. So very soft.

And the scent on his body was so sweet, especially the skin on his neck, which was so tender it felt as though water could be squeezed from it. Seeing that Wen Fuchen simply kept his face turned away in silence while looking quite genuinely angry, Qi Yelan leaned down slightly.

“Did you not find it quite pleasant just now?”

Upon hearing this, Yan Jue turned his head back indignantly to glare at him. He met a pair of exquisite eyes that were currently as bright as stars. If one ignored the hint of wicked amusement in their depths, there was no one who could compare to his beauty at this moment.