Shen Gurong was stunned.
Mu... Mu Zhe?!
Shen Gurong was completely dumbfounded. He hadn't expected Mu Zhe to appear so suddenly at this moment. He felt as if he'd been caught in the act, struggling to push Jing Zhuchen's hand away, hastily adjusting his clothes and sitting up with difficulty.
His body was weak, and he gasped a few times, "Mu Zhe?"
Jing Zhuchen withdrew his hand, looking at the person who had broken through the painted boat's barrier with a half-smile, a playful smile on his lips.
Four years had passed since they last met. Mu Zhe had grown considerably taller, and his face had lost its boyish innocence. He held the Jiu Xi Sword, his entire body radiating a cold, fierce aura, making it difficult to discern his cultivation level for a moment.
After calling out "Master," he finally saw, in the candlelight on the table, the thief who had "plotted against" his master…
It was his fourth martial uncle.
Mu Zhe's murderous aura receded instantly, like a receding tide. He was somewhat stunned before he reacted.
Mu Zhe bowed, "Greetings, Fourth Martial Uncle."
Jing Zhuchen smiled and said, "It's been several years since we last met. Your cultivation has improved considerably."
Mu Zhe's mind was still filled with the image of Jing Zhuchen's hand on his master's heart. His eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded, saying, "Martial Uncle, you flatter me."
Shen Gurong had already put on his outer robe and awkwardly got out of bed. Jing Zhuchen had already diverted much of the medicine from his body, so he wouldn't feel unbearably uncomfortable anymore.
He coughed dryly, his face full of embarrassment, "How did you end up here?"
Mu Zhe respectfully replied, "I originally intended to deliver the disciple contract to my master, but I inadvertently noticed something unusual about the direction of the disciple contract, so I decided to come and take a look."
Shen Gurong said "Oh," realizing that the banging sound outside the window earlier was the movement of the... Daoist partner contract.
Daoist partner contract...
Ah, hot. Shen Gurong blushed with embarrassment, his mind churning as if boiling water was bubbling away, making him delirious once more.
Seeing that the medicine had taken effect again, Jing Zhuchen pressed the swaying Shen Gurong back onto the bed. He waved his hand and said to Mu Zhe, "I need to help your master detoxify. You can go out and wait."
Mu Zhe's grip on the Jiu Xi Sword tightened, and he said coldly, "There's no need to trouble you, Martial Uncle. I can handle it."
Jing Zhuchen's face lit up with a mysterious smile: "Oh? You can detoxify?"
Mu Zhe said, "I've studied some traditional Chinese medicine; I can cure most poisons."
Jing Zhuchen touched his bright red lips, giving a half-smile, "Oh?" He crossed his legs, propped his chin on his hand, and said calmly, "Guxing came to find me earlier, telling me to be wary of you, and preferably not let Eleven be alone with you."
Mu Zhe's eyes darkened.
Jing Zhuchen smiled gently, saying, "But I've never listened to Guxing since I was little."
With that, he slowly left the room, candlestick in hand.
Mu Zhe: "..."
His fourth martial uncle was indeed strange.
As soon as Jing Zhuchen left, Mu Zhe sheathed his Jiu Xi Sword and quickly walked to the bedside.
Shen Gurong, delirious from the fever, stared blankly at Mu Zhe, his eyes misty with tears, his lips uttering labored sobs and gasps.
Mu Zhe sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand to touch Shen Gurong's forehead, frowned, and whispered, "Master?"
Shen Gurong stared at him intently for a long time, then suddenly widened his eyes in shock, softly saying, "Ah, Mu Zhe."
As soon as he finished speaking, he struggled to roll over, curling into a ball, trembling slightly as he shrank into the covers.
Mu Zhe frowned, raising his hand to grasp Shen Gurong's wrist, intending to check his pulse to see what kind of poison it was.
The moment he held Shen Gurong's hand, Shen Gurong reacted violently. Even the slightest touch caused him to whimper uncontrollably, struggling to pull his hand away.
Mu Zhe, having experienced much in his four years away, was no longer as hesitant in front of his master. He firmly held Shen Gurong's hand, preventing him from escaping.
However, Mu Zhe quickly realized that Shen Gurong liked his gentle yet forceful strength, so he softened his grip, lightly rubbing his fingertips against Shen Gurong's wrist.
But this only made Shen Gurong struggle more fiercely.
Mu Zhe lost his hold, allowing Shen Gurong to break free and shrink even further towards the foot of the bed.
Mu Zhe belatedly realized that Shen Gurong's current strange condition was likely due to the poisoning Jing Zhuchen had mentioned. He sighed and released a surge of spiritual energy, condensing it into a phantom thread that slowly probed towards Shen Gurong.
Mu Zhe's spiritual energy and Shen Gurong's spiritual energy originated from the same source. Whether it was Shen Gurong's barrier or his protective spiritual energy, Mu Zhe could easily penetrate Shen Gurong's spiritual meridians as if they were empty.
Meanwhile, Shen Gurong's mind was in a daze, muttering incoherent and nonsensical words.
"Hmm... there's still half left to undo, Senior Brother."
"Mu Zhe, it's Mu Zhe."
"Daoist Pact..."
"Daoist Pact..."
Mu Zhe: "..."
Mu Zhe frowned deeply. Daoist Pact?
Did his master already have a Daoist Pact?! No, impossible. Knowing Xi Guxing's personality, he would never allow Shen Gurong to settle down with a Daoist partner within four years.
Mu Zhe, while deceiving himself, calmly probed Shen Gurong's spiritual meridians with his spiritual energy.
A moment later, he withdrew his spiritual energy expressionlessly.
Oh, an aphrodisiac.
Shen Gurong was tormented by the half-contaminated poison, curled up in bed for a long time. Finding no movement outside, he cautiously lifted the corner of the blanket like a small animal, glancing at Mu Zhe with watery eyes.
Mu Zhe met his gaze, and Shen Gurong immediately seemed startled, pressing the blanket back down.
Mu Zhe took a deep breath. Over the years, he had learned to conceal his emotions. His face was grim as he reached out to Shen Gurong, asking, "Master, are you feeling unwell?"
Shen Gurong huddled under the covers for a while before peeking out and gently nodding.
He felt as if his entire body was on fire.
Most of the medicine had been drawn away, but a small portion remained in his spiritual meridians. Normally, a good night's sleep would have completely dissipated it, but perhaps due to the Daoist bond with Mu Zhe, he felt a hundred times worse than before.
Mu Zhe softly comforted him, "Come, let me help you detoxify."
Shen Gurong was delirious from the burning sensation. After a long pause, he whispered, "If it's detoxified, will I feel better?"
Mu Zhe nodded, his voice low, "Yes."
Shen Gurong tilted his head, hesitating for a long time, seemingly trying to determine if this was true or false.
The familiar scent emanating from Mu Zhe, coupled with the pull of their Daoist bond, instinctively instilled in him a strange trust and attachment.
Shen Gurong slowly placed his hand in Mu Zhe's warm palm, and with a gentle pull from Mu Zhe, he stumbled and fell into Mu Zhe's arms.
Mu Zhe raised his hand, conjuring a barrier that enveloped the room. He flicked his finger, extinguishing the candlelight on the table, leaving only the faint glow of the snow outside the window illuminating the room.
Mu Zhe gently placed Shen Gurong on a soft pillow, pulled the blanket up halfway, and lowered his gaze to untie the tangled sash.
Shen Gurong looked at him blankly. Because Jing Zhuchen had also loosened his clothes when helping him prepare the medicine, he didn't resist, obediently allowing Mu Zhe to untie his sash.
Shen Gurong's submissive demeanor, almost to the point of allowing him to do as he pleased, made Mu Zhe's mouth dry. He gripped Shen Gurong's collar tightly, forcing himself to remain calm.
"Master," Mu Zhe's voice was hoarse, "Mu Zhe apologizes for the intrusion."
Shen Gurong's eyes were hazy, completely unaware of Mu Zhe's intentions. He obediently nodded and softly said, "Okay."
Shen Gurong's extremely submissive posture was even more arousing than the scenes in Mu Zhe's dreams over the years. Mu Zhe only regained his senses for a moment before completely losing control.
He leaned down, his tall figure casting a shadow that completely enveloped Shen Gurong, giving him an inexplicable sense of oppression.
For some reason, Shen Gurong suddenly felt a surge of fear. He stammered, "Maybe... I shouldn't undo it yet?"
As he spoke, he reached out to push against Mu Zhe's chest, but the moment his hands touched him, Mu Zhe grabbed both his wrists with one hand, gently yet forcefully pulling his hands above his head and pressing them onto the soft pillow.
This position was too submissive. Shen Gurong's eyes widened suddenly. He was about to struggle when he felt Mu Zhe's other hand gently lift his disheveled clothes, warm fingertips slowly tracing his waist and abdomen, gradually probing inside his garments.
The next instant, Shen Gurong's breath hitched, his pupils dilated, his legs kicked uncontrollably, and a sob escaped his lips.
"No, don't..."
Mu Zhe leaned closer, staring at his reddened lips, and whispered seductively, "Master, don't you like it?"
Shen Gurong's hands were bound, his legs kicked futilely, and he could only shake his head slightly, trying to shake off the lingering, tingling pleasure. Because of his struggle, the icy veils covering his eyes loosened, revealing Shen Gurong's vacant, unfocused gray eyes.
"I don't like it..." he murmured.
But something seemed different in his heart. After hearing him choke out "I don't like it," Mu Zhe heard his master's mind seem to instinctively say,
'A little harder, ugh.'
Mu Zhe: "..."
Shen Gurong himself didn't realize his own conflicted feelings. His eyes were veiled with a thin layer of mist, staring blankly at Mu Zhe above him. A hint of red appeared at the corners of his eyes, and with a slight blink, two lines of tears slowly slid down his cheeks.
"Mu Zhe, you've committed a heinous act..." Perhaps provoked, Shen Gurong's mind cleared for a moment, and he choked out, "You...you'll be expelled from the sect!"
Mu Zhe's expression remained unchanged. Seeing Shen Gurong biting his lip so hard, leaving several bright red teeth marks on his thin lips, looking utterly pitiful, his eyes instantly widened into crimson pupils. Uncontrollably, he leaned down and kissed those wounded lips, prying open Shen Gurong's teeth to prevent him from biting himself.
Shen Gurong: "Mmm..."
The rebellious Mu Zhe used another method to detoxify his master, and it wasn't until dawn that Shen Gurong finally fell into a deep sleep, his face flushed.
Mu Zhe, without changing his expression, washed his hands, changed his clothes, and went to find Jing Zhuchen.
Jing Zhuchen and his lover had spent the night in passionate lovemaking, still entangled in their embrace. Hearing footsteps outside, he ignored his heavy breathing and greeted them as usual.
"Mu Zhe? Are you alright?"
Even hearing Jing Zhuchen's sounds and lewd words on the bed, Mu Zhe remained unfazed. He said calmly, "This time, I'm going to the Gu Hong Secret Realm with my master."
Jing Zhu Chen chuckled and said, "You're taking him with you?"
"Yes."
Jing Zhu Chen didn't mind, unceremoniously betraying his junior brother, saying, "Fine."
Mu Zhe didn't waste any words, bowed respectfully, and turned to leave.
He returned to his room. Shen Gurong was fast asleep in bed, his eyes red, as if he had been crying for a long time.
Mu Zhe gently stroked the corner of his eye before pulling him, blanket and all, into his arms and leaping from the window of the spirit boat.
The spirit boat's magical artifacts were nothing to him.
After disembarking from the spirit boat, Mu Zhe carried Shen Gurong to the mustard seed houses lining both sides of the street.
Upon entering the mustard seed houses, the surrounding furnishings were exactly the same as those of Fanjiang Residence.
Mu Zhe gently laid Shen Gurong down on the couch in the room. Shen Gurong frowned and mumbled something indistinctly.
Mu Zhe leaned closer to listen and discovered that his master was cursing.
"You bastard, I'll definitely kill you..."
Mu Zhe: "..."
a HJ eh 😳
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