Seeing Mu Zhe's pale face, Shen Gurong turned his head away and coldly said, "Get out."
This was the first time Mu Zhe had seen Shen Gurong so angry. Usually, his master's cold face was just a facade, a facade masking his inner elation.
But this time, Shen Gurong was expressionless, his face filled with suppressed rage, oblivious to his inner thoughts.
Mu Zhe finally panicked. He said with difficulty, "Master, I misspoke, please don't..."
Don't send me away.
Shen Gurong grew increasingly agitated, saying, "Get out now."
Mu Zhe's nose stung, and even his eyes reddened. He forced himself to stand still, afraid to leave.
He feared that if he left, there would truly be no hope left.
Seeing him remain motionless, Shen Gurong finally said impatiently, "What are you still standing there for? Can't you let me think about it properly? Do you really think abandoning my father, brothers, and sisters is such an easy thing?"
Mu Zhe was stunned for a moment, and it took him a quarter of an hour to slowly understand Shen Gurong's words.
In that instant, his heart, which had sunk to the bottom, seemed to soar.
Mu Zhe was overwhelmed by this sudden shift from sorrow to joy, and his emotions almost overwhelmed him. His voice was hoarse, almost like a sob: "Master..."
Shen Gurong... Shen Gurong immediately softened. He coughed, pressing his fist to his lips, before turning his head awkwardly and saying, "I only promised to think about it; I can't guarantee I'll definitely stay here."
Mu Zhe quickly said, "Okay, Master, think it over carefully."
A 50% chance was already the greatest hope for Mu Zhe.
Shen Gurong said in a muffled voice, "I need a month to think about it."
Mu Zhe: "..."
Mu Zhe bargained with him softly, "Could it be shorter?"
Shen Gurong was particularly easy to talk to. Hearing this request, he even tilted his head and thought about it seriously for a moment, then said, "Okay, then twenty days."
Mu Zhe frowned, and cautiously asked, "Could it... be even shorter?"
Shen Gurong glanced at him.
Mu Zhe's ears twitched.
Shen Gurong: 'Aww, fox ears are so cute.'
He coughed dryly, his ears turning red, and said, "Then, then half a month, no less, or I won't think about it anymore."
Mu Zhe had originally wanted to negotiate a little more, but upon hearing this, he had no choice but to remain silent.
Shen Gurong said, "Shouldn't we go now?"
Mu Zhe could tell his master was all bark and no bite, so he tentatively said, "Qingyu said that Master really likes the ears of demons. My demon cultivation spiritual power should dissipate in about a day, Master, you…"
As he spoke, his face flushed slightly. He mentally prepared himself before speaking in a low, almost mosquito-like voice.
"Master, would you like to touch them again?"
After Mu Zhe finished speaking, he exclaimed "Ah!" finally understanding what Shen Gurong felt when he embarrassed himself.
Shen Gurong looked at him silently for a long time, then said strangely, "It's so late. Are you sure you want me to touch your ears, or do you want to stay here?"
Mu Zhe: "…"
Mu Zhe was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was already dark.
Recalling what he had just said, it did seem to have a hint of… advances?
Now, Mu Zhe's face turned completely red.
Shen Gurong had just promised to think about it, and yet Mu Zhe had so shamelessly invited his master to bed—this was too…
Frivolous!
Even Mu Zhe himself felt frivolous, let alone Shen Gurong, who hadn't experienced much of the world.
But seeing Mu Zhe's reaction, he understood that Mu Zhe hadn't meant it that way; he simply wanted to use his fox ears to please his master.
Thinking this, Shen Gurong's heart softened even more.
He stepped forward, gently touched Mu Zhe's ear, and then pulled away, saying softly, "When I said I liked you before, I meant I liked you, not your fox ears."
Mu Zhe was stunned, looking at him blankly.
Mu Zhe's hesitant and uncertain expression somehow touched Shen Gurong's heart again. He had already slightly leaned towards Mu Zhe when he promised to consider it.
He had spent far too many years in this world; if you include the ten years of seclusion, it had almost been fifteen years—not much different from his time in the world of Huitang City.
In Huitang City, his parents, brothers, younger sister, and the private tutor he always missed were there. Severing ties was incredibly difficult. But perhaps because he had been in this body for so long, his memories of Huitang City were gradually fading. Now, when he thought back, he sometimes couldn't distinguish between what was real and what wasn't.
The urgency to return home had also diminished considerably after his heartbreaking encounter with Shen Feng Xue.
Shen Gurong dared not use the key to home that Shen Feng Xue had given him, because instinct told him it wasn't something to be used lightly.
That was precisely why he had agreed to let Mu Zhe think about it some more.
Seeing the confusion on Mu Zhe's face, Shen Gurong sighed softly, thinking, 'Never mind.'
Mu Zhe was stunned, still thinking, "What do you mean, 'never mind'?"
The next moment, Shen Gurong gently touched his cheek, slightly tiptoed, and placed his lips on Mu Zhe's brow, a light, fleeting kiss.
Mu Zhe: "..."
Mu Zhe froze completely.
After the kiss, Shen Gurong exclaimed, 'Ahhh! I actually did it! Ahhh!'
He screamed inwardly, but outwardly remained calm and composed, as if a kiss was nothing more than a casual tea break.
Shen Gurong said indifferently, "Alright, let's go."
Mu Zhe was dazedly pushed out of the room, standing in the closed doorway for a long time before finally reacting.
A surge of joy welled up inside him, and he hurriedly turned around and knocked on the door: "Master!"
In the room, his master was clutching a soft pillow, staring haphazardly at the bedsheets, his cheeks flushed crimson.
'So embarrassing, so embarrassing—' Shen Gurong, 'He must think I'm so frivolous! Waaah, I'll never kiss him first again!'
Mu Zhe: "..."
Mu Zhe, who had felt like he was floating on clouds, had finally landed on solid ground, but his legs were still weak.
Master...
First...
Mu Zhe almost fainted.
The most beautiful moment of his life was this.
While the two of them were blushing, one outside the door and the other inside, on the top floor of the Spirit Pavilion, Jing Zhuchen sat on the bed with a sullen face, his clothes disheveled, staring at the jade on the table, his expression extremely unpleasant.
The man beside him knelt on one knee at his feet, leaned forward and kissed his cheek, but Jing Zhuchen turned his head away.
The man asked, "What's wrong?"
Jing Zhuchen's face darkened. "Nothing, you don't need to do it anymore, go down."
The man hesitated, then smiled and said, "Can't we do things at the same time?"
After he finished speaking, Jing Zhuchen finally raised his bewitching eyes and glanced at him.
Jing Zhuchen was indeed a stunning beauty. Just now, after their passionate embrace, the black-haired, red-clad beauty, covered in love marks, with reddened eyes, slowly looked at him, utterly captivating, making one willing to go to hell for him.
Jing Zhuchen stretched out his leg, covered in red marks, and gently lifted the man's chin with his toes, looking down at him with a half-smile. "What are you? When did it become your business to interfere in my affairs?"
Even under such humiliating treatment from Jing Zhuchen, the man's breath hitched, and he stared at him almost obsessively.
The alluring light in Jing Zhuchen's eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a chilling killing intent, instantly dispelling the ambiguous atmosphere of the entire spirit boat.
He parted his lips slightly and said coldly, "Get out."
The man probably realized that if he uttered another word, Jing Zhuchen would kill him without hesitation, so he reluctantly got up and left.
Beauty is alluring, but one must live to enjoy it.
After he left, Jing Zhuchen removed the jade marrow, and soon, Xi Guxing's wisp of divine consciousness vanished into a phantom.
Xi Guxing glanced around at the scene, then at Jing Zhuchen's disheveled appearance, his brows furrowing.
"Are you fooling around again?" he asked.
Seeing Xi Guxing, the coldness on Jing Zhuchen's face gradually faded. He leaned back elegantly on the soft pillow, casually twirling his dark hair that fell over his shoulder, and said indifferently, "Tell me, what happened at the Burial Mound?"
Xi Guxing remained silent for a long while before asking, "Is Eleven with you?"
Jing Zhuchen raised an eyebrow. "He's downstairs, probably asleep now. Should I wake him?"
"No, no," Xi Guxing quickly waved his hand. He took a deep breath and whispered, "He can't know about this."
Jing Zhuchen took out his pipe, absentmindedly took a puff, and slowly exhaled a cloud of white smoke, making his smoky eyes appear even more alluring. "Alright."
Xi Guxing hesitated for a long time before finally saying something shocking: "From the Burial Mound..."
"He escaped."
Jing Zhuchen's hand gripping the jade pipe tightened suddenly, nearly snapping it in two. His brows furrowed, and he demanded sharply, "Why did you let him escape?!"
Xi Guxing: "Listen to me first..."
Jing Zhuchen's usual calm demeanor vanished completely. He coldly said, "Back then, Eleven nearly lost half his life trying to kill him, and in the end, for that damned divine artifact, he could only seal him away. And now you're telling me he escaped?!"
Xi Guxing's head was spinning. "Let me ask you first, wasn't Eleven subjected to Heavenly Tribulation again a few days ago?"
Jing Zhuchen: "Yes."
Xi Guxing: "That's probably the reason. Senior Sister said it's because Eleven's yuandan seems to have malfunctioned, causing Lin Xia Chun, who was suppressing Li Genglan, to suddenly lose his spiritual power, which allowed him to escape. Lin Xia Chun is currently crying at Fanjiang Residence, and has been crying for three days now."
Jing Zhuchen's brows furrowed deeply.
The yuandan malfunction was likely related to Mu Zhe's Mahayana stage tribulation.
But his entry into the Mahayana stage after enduring the lightning tribulation was only momentary. Could Li Genglan really have seized that brief opening and escaped?
Jing Zhuchen held his pipe, letting the tobacco burn: "Didn't the demon race send over the spiritual veins a few years ago?"
Speaking of this, Xi Guxing's expression also turned somewhat grim: "No, Sanshui went to the demon race to inquire, but it seemed there was internal strife within them, and they couldn't find the demon lord at all."
And Li Genglan was injured by Shen Gurong. They originally thought that even without the spiritual veins for several years, they could continue to suppress him, but unexpectedly…
Just a momentary lapse, and Li Genglan had escaped.
Xi Guxing said, "Don't tell Eleven about this yet."
"Of course I know." Jing Zhuchen rubbed his temples. "Li Genglan tricked him so badly. If he knew all his efforts over the years had been in vain, he might go mad again."
Xi Guxing nodded and said, "Master will be out of seclusion soon too. When will you arrive?"
Jing Zhuchen turned his head to look out the window. The mountains stretched endlessly, leading straight to the boundless ice plains.
Liren Peak was right below them.
Jing Zhuchen exhaled a puff of smoke and slowly said, "We've arrived."
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