Shen Gurong hid in his room, studying the pile of lewd "tools." The more he studied, the more shocked he became, finally understanding why his fourth senior brother had been so obsessed with this all these years.
He stayed in his room for half a day. At night, Mu Zhe finally came to call him.
Because Shen Wanglan and Shen Xiwu had arrived.
Upon hearing this, Shen Gurong immediately tossed aside his storage ring, changed his robes, and went to see his nephew and sister with an extremely dignified demeanor—as if the person who had been lazily leaning against the pillow studying the lewd literature was just an illusion.
Mu Zhe knew that Shen Gurong had been thinking about Shen Wanglan and Shen Xiwu, so he simply had them brought along.
After Shen Gurong came down from the pavilion, he saw Shen Wanglan holding Shen Xiwu's hand, saying something in a childish voice.
Seeing Shen Gurong come down, Shen Wanglan's eyes lit up, and he immediately rushed over, throwing himself into his arms.
"Father!" He even skipped the "Second Father" and called him "Father" directly.
Shen Gurong hugged him, weighed him in his arms, and smiled, "From now on, you can call me Uncle."
Shen Wanglan tilted his head and looked at him, "Uncle?"
Shen Gurong nodded, raised his hand and beckoned to Shen Xiwu, saying, "Xiwu, come here."
Shen Xiwu ran over excitedly and affectionately hugged her brother's arm.
Shen Gurong patted her head and said, "Xiwu, this is your... little nephew. He should call you Aunt."
Shen Xiwu: "..."
The twelve or thirteen-year-old girl was completely bewildered, never imagining she would have a nephew at her age.
She stared blankly at Shen Wanglan, finding it unbelievable.
Shen Wanglan's appearance was very similar to Shen Gurong's, especially his peach blossom eyes, which, when slightly curved, resembled Shen Gurong's expression. Shen Xiwu already had a strange fondness for Shen Wanglan, but after a brief moment of excitement, she accepted this fact.
"I'm your aunt!" Shen Xiwu happily brought out her most treasured snake for Shen Wanglan.
Shen Wanglan exclaimed "Wow!" his eyes lighting up, and happily played with the snake with his aunt.
They seemed to have hit it off.
Shen Gurong stroked the little snake for a while, then, as if remembering something, asked Mu Zhe, "Do they have a place to stay?"
Mu Zhe replied, "I've already found someone to take care of them, so you don't need to worry about that."
Shen Gurong nodded. Mu Zhe was always very reliable, far better than his eldest disciple.
Shen Xiwu was only brought along by Mu Zhe; she still needed to return to Liren Peak to study formations with Su Xiyan, so she wouldn't be staying long.
Shen Gurong looked thoughtfully at Shen Wanglan, who exuded a ghostly aura.
Wanglan, imbued with ghostly energy, will most likely follow in Shen Xiwu's footsteps and cultivate the Ghost Path when he grows up. However, very few in the entire Three Realms achieve great things through the Ghost Path. Su Xiyan can teach Shen Xiwu, but she's unlikely to be able to help someone like Wanglan, who was reincarnated as a ghost.
After settling the two of them, Shen Gurong and Mu Zhe pondered this problem as they returned to their pavilion.
Finally, while bathing, Shen Gurong suddenly said, "Once Wanglan comes of age by my side, let him cultivate the Ghost Path with my sixth senior brother."
Mu Zhe, secretly glancing at Shen Gurong's neck covered in red marks, blushed. Hearing this, he paused for a moment before nodding, "That's a good idea."
Although he only cultivated the Ghost Path due to a fortuitous encounter with Lin Shuhe, he was still considered one of the most knowledgeable about it in the Three Realms.
Having resolved Wang Lan's matter, Shen Gurong felt refreshed and comfortably reclined by the hot spring, dozing off for a while.
Mu Zhe stared at his body, hesitating for a long time, before finally daring to walk over and reach for Shen Gurong's waist.
Shen Gurong was extremely wary. Before Mu Zhe could even touch him, Shen Gurong grabbed his wrist and turned to look at him blankly.
"What's wrong?" Shen Gurong's eyes had regained some color, but without the ice silk covering them, he still couldn't see clearly. He instinctively half-closed his eyes, his eyelashes appearing even darker with the moisture from the mist.
Mu Zhe's eyes shifted downwards, and he whispered, "Master, my injury... if it's not properly healed, I'm afraid it will cause a stagnation of spiritual energy as a result."
Shen Gurong panicked, about to speak, when Mu Zhe leaned forward, grabbing his wrist, and said with a hint of grievance, "This is what Fourth Uncle said."
"Jing Zhuchen?" Shen Gurong frowned. "Does he really know medicine? Did he say how to eliminate the lasting effects? Did he prescribe medicine for you?"
Mu Zhe: "..." He did prescribe medicine, but it wasn't real medicine.
Mu Zhe lowered his head, his voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz: "He said...um, um."
Shen Gurong frowned: "You're all grown up, how come you still have this problem? Speak properly, enunciate clearly."
Mu Zhe had no choice but to speak clearly and deliberately: "Fourth Master Uncle said that dual cultivation can cure it."
Shen Gurong: "..."
Shen Gurong's first reaction was actually relief, thinking, "I knew it, Jing Zhuchen only knows dual cultivation, how could he know any other medical skills?" But before he could relax, he belatedly realized the meaning of those words.
"Dual cultivation?!"
Shen Gurong asked in astonishment: "The kind between Daoist partners? Are you sure?"
Mu Zhe nodded.
Shen Gurong fell into deep thought.
The only sound in the hot spring was the dripping of water. After an unknown amount of time, Shen Gurong said seriously: "Okay, I understand."
Mu Zhe was overjoyed.
Shen Gurong touched his face, feigning composure, and said, "We'll cultivate together tonight. Go and prepare."
Mu Zhe, his scheme successful, happily cleaned himself, wrapped himself in his robe, and returned to his bedroom to prepare.
Shen Gurong considerately gave his disciple time to prepare. A quarter of an hour later, he returned to the bedroom, draped in a bright red robe, following the unusually excited spirit butterfly.
The bed curtains were all drawn, the windows were closed, and the night-shining pearls were concealed. Only two burning candles sat on a small table near the bed.
The candlelight reflected on the pale white bed curtains, faintly revealing Mu Zhe's shadow on the bed.
Shen Gurong had cultivated the Dao for so many years, and rarely had desires he couldn't control. This was the first time he had felt such a surge of lust at the mere sight of a shadow.
Shen Gurong suppressed his restlessness and, feigning composure, lifted the bed curtains.
Mu Zhe sat on the couch, his black hair flowing freely. Candlelight streamed in through the gaps in the bed curtains, illuminating half his face, which was covered in birthmarks. He held a book in his hand, his gaze fixed intently on it.
Looking at the beauty under the lamplight, Shen Gurong grew increasingly satisfied.
Mu Zhe's posture was relaxed and elegant. His jade-like fingers gently turned a yellowed page, his expression as if he were reading a book of refined taste. But when Shen Gurong's gaze fell on the title page, "Suona, Substitute, Cicada Song," that ethereal, otherworldly air vanished instantly.
Shen Gurong's lips twitched. He couldn't believe that his gentle and refined disciple could look at such obscene erotic pictures with such a serious expression.
Seeing him approach, Mu Zhe turned his head and smiled, saying softly, "Master, I'm ready."
Shen Gurong coughed lightly, kicked off his shoes, and tried to sit on the couch as naturally as ever.
He raised his hand and stroked Mu Zhe's face, deciding that the first step should be a kiss.
Thinking this, he covered Mu Zhe's lips with his, his touch extremely gentle, as if soothing, completely devoid of any predatory intent.
Mu Zhe's pupils contracted. He tossed the book aside, raised his hand to grasp the back of Shen Gurong's neck, pulled him close, and gave him a deep, solid kiss.
Perhaps due to the torment of his years in the Daoist path, Shen Gurong's body was more sensitive than ordinary people; even the slightest touch made him tremble uncontrollably.
He had intended to take the initiative, but he was so dizzy and disoriented by Mu Zhe's kiss that he was completely captivated. When he came to his senses again, Mu Zhe had already placed him on the couch.
Shen Gurong, a beat slow to recover, coughed heavily, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and tried to regain his dignity as a master. He propped himself up on his arms, raising an eyebrow and saying, "You should lie down." Mu Zhe was taken aback, realizing that his master seemed to have misunderstood something, but he didn't explain further and obediently lay down.
Shen Gurong's face lit up with joy, and he happily reached out to untie Mu Zhe's robes.
However, just as he loosened one knot in the waistband, Mu Zhe ripped off the icy silk covering his eyes.
As soon as the icy silk disappeared, Shen Gurong was enveloped in a white mist, only able to vaguely make out the outline of Mu Zhe beneath him.
He felt uneasy, grabbed Mu Zhe's collar, and said coldly, "Give me back the Ice Silk."
Mu Zhe held his groping hand, smiling faintly, "I'm ready. Master doesn't need to do anything more."
Shen Gurong vaguely sensed something was wrong, but still asked instinctively, "What did you prepare just now?"
Mu Zhe truthfully replied, "I found a position that wouldn't hurt from the diagram, and..."
Suddenly, a faint voice rang in Shen Gurong's ear, like the sound of a bell, sounding somewhat familiar.
Shen Gurong panicked, "What was that sound?"
Mu Zhe said, "Master studied it for half a day just now, don't you remember?"
Shen Gurong desperately tried to recall what he had studied, and finally remembered, looking at Mu Zhe beneath him in astonishment.
Mu Zhe raised an eyebrow at him.
Shen Gurong remained silent for a long time before whispering, "This is your first time, you shouldn't be playing with such... things."
Mu Zhe smiled and said, "But Master clearly likes it very much."
Shen Gurong blushed; he was just curious.
Seeing his embarrassment, Mu Zhe didn't remind him. His hand silently moved towards Shen Gurong's waist, slowly caressing it. Caught off guard, half of Shen Gurong's body went limp.
Mu Zhe murmured, "I also like it when Master is on top."
Shen Gurong automatically interpreted this as Mu Zhe willingly being on the bottom. After a few breaths, he groped for his lips and kissed Mu Zhe's lips, softly praising him, "Good boy."
Mu Zhe chuckled softly.
A moment later, Shen Gurong's eyelashes welled with tears. Biting his clothes, he sobbed as he lowered himself, only then realizing that being on top didn't necessarily mean he was the one doing the dominating.
Mu Zhe gently rubbed his waist, saying, "Master, open your eyes."
Shen Gurong's ears rang, and he didn't understand the words clearly for a moment. He clutched Mu Zhe's robe, choking back sobs, and mumbled, "I've already... done it."
Mu Zhe was both amused and exasperated. He reached out and wiped the corner of Shen Gurong's eye, saying, "I meant you should look at me."
Shen Gurong finally understood, opening his eyes with a hint of grievance, saying, "I can't see. You're lying to me." The thin red robe was still wrapped around Shen Gurong, but now it was practically just decoration, covering almost nothing. Shen Gurong's eyes were red, tears streaming down his face, looking utterly wronged, yet he still struggled to maintain his dignity as a master, refusing to beg for mercy.
Mu Zhe said, "I'm not lying to you."
Shen Gurong sobbed again, struggling to say, "Don't... don't say 'you'!" It was too shameful.
How did he end up being constantly offended by his disciple who had to be forced to address him with "Your Excellency" and "Master"?
In the entire Three Realms, probably few masters were less dignified than him.
Shen Gurong felt that even in his current state, he had to maintain his dignity. He had lost the initiative in terms of position, but he couldn't lose in terms of aura.
"You little brat, you dare to lie to me," Shen Gurong said coldly. "Do you think I'll let you off so easily after we get out of bed?"
He thought himself strong and dignified, but in Mu Zhe's eyes, it was just his master, clearly unable to bear it, pretending to be calm, seducing him with a tearful, abstinent yet erotic tone.
Mu Zhe loved it.
Mu Zhe's love made him somewhat excited, even the birthmark on his face faded completely, leaving only the urgent desire to devour Shen Gurong entirely.
The moment Shen Gurong was completely controlled, he suddenly recalled Xi Guxing's strange behavior before leaving. Shen Gurong thought to himself, still half-asleep, that he should have listened to his senior brother and been more careful.
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