Jing Zhuchen wants to take on a disciple.
He meticulously listed all the men he'd slept with—demons and monsters alike, each with a different personality and vastly different ways of playing in bed, except…
Jing Zhuchen propped his chin on his hand and said seriously, “I want to sleep with a sword cultivator.”
Shen Gurong nearly spat out his tea.
“A sword cultivator?!”
Although Shen Gurong and Mu Zhe also wielded swords, they weren't sword cultivators in the traditional sense. Strictly speaking, they could only be called Daoist cultivators; only someone like Xi Guxing could be considered a true sword cultivator.
Shen Gurong asked, "Like Senior Brother Sect Leader?"
Jing Zhuchen shook his fan and said slowly, "No, Third Senior Brother is too unromantic. I don't like men like him."
Shen Gurong said speechlessly, "You want a romantic sword cultivator? Then you're doomed. You'll never get to sleep with one in your life."
Jing Zhuchen: "..."
Jing Zhuchen raised an eyebrow: "The Three Realms are vast and full of wonders. Maybe I'll find a very romantic sword cultivator, or I can find a sword cultivator child, raise him, and sleep with him when he grows up."
Shen Gurong smiled insincerely: "Then I'll wait and see if Senior Brother has a romantic sword cultivator disciple."
Jing Zhuchen smiled, seemingly genuinely intending to take on a sword cultivator disciple.
Shen Gurong then became somewhat serious: "Senior brother, you cultivate the Joyous Union Path, yet you take a child with sword bones as your disciple. Isn't that misleading young people?"
Jing Zhuchen said, "That's why I came to find you."
Shen Gurong asked in confusion, "What do you want with me?"
"To teach me sword techniques."
Shen Gurong: "..."
Shen Gurong got up and left.
Jing Zhuchen remained calm, speaking slowly and deliberately, "I've prepared some more gifts for Mu Zhe..."
Shen Gurong, his face darkening, sat back down, saying irritably, "Teach? What do you want to learn?"
Jing Zhuchen looked at his delicate hands and said slowly, "Senior brother, these hands aren't suitable for wielding a sword. Calluses would be bad. Why don't you teach him for me?"
Shen Gurong said expressionlessly, "Do you think Mu Zhe would be happy if I taught him?"
"That's true," Jing Zhuchen said thoughtfully, "Wouldn't it be better if I went directly to Mu Zhe?"
Shen Gurong had a headache: "Senior brother, you should probably stop using your supernatural powers."
Jing Zhuchen said, "I won't."
Shen Gurong couldn't dissuade him and had to let him have his way.
A few months later, Jing Zhuchen indeed took on a disciple with sword bones.
When he brought him back to Liren Peak, all his fellow disciples looked at him with a "Wow, you really are a beast!" expression, their eyes full of disgust. Xi Guxing even wanted to kick him out of Liren Peak.
Jing Zhuchen, leading a child who barely reached his waist, glanced at him and said indifferently, "What are you all thinking? His entire sect was slaughtered by demonic cultivators. I saved him by accident."
Everyone: "Eh."
They didn't believe him.
Shen Gurong stroked his chin, looking suspiciously at the expressionless child. He thought, how could such a coincidence happen? A while ago he said he wanted to take on a disciple with sword bones, and now he's saved an orphan whose entire sect was slaughtered.
Jing Zhuchen must be lying.
In fact, everyone misunderstood Jing Zhuchen. This child really was someone he saved by accident; his name was Bo Cai.
Bo Cai had undergone a sudden and drastic change at a young age, and his personality was indifferent. Sometimes he wouldn't say a word for days; those who didn't know better would think he was mute.
Xi Guxing, rarely seeing such a naturally gifted swordsman, feared Jing Zhuchen might ruin him, so he suggested that he take Bo Cai as his disciple.
Jing Zhuchen hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Alright." Although he had once said he would sleep with a swordsman in his lifetime, he wasn't so sinful as to harm a child. Fearing he might truly mislead a young man, Jing Zhuchen pushed Bo Cai towards Xi Guxing.
Seeing his shyness, Xi Guxing tried to appear gentle and extended his hand.
Bo Cai's lifeless eyes widened suddenly, and he abruptly took a few steps back, falling headfirst into Jing Zhuchen's arms.
Xi Guxing, Chao Jiuxiao, and Shen Gurong: "Ugh."
Jing Zhuchen, you still say you're not a beast.
Jing Zhuchen: "..."
Having no other option, Jing Zhuchen squatted down and tried to reason with him: "Look at me, I'm a demonic cultivator. You won't learn anything from me."
Bo Cai stared blankly at him, his hands gripping his sleeve tightly, refusing to let go, his eyes filled with the deep fear of being abandoned.
This was the first time Jing Zhuchen had seen Bo Cai so emotionally affected since rescuing him.
Jing Zhuchen looked at him for a long time, then asked again: "Are you sure you want to follow me, and won't regret it?"
Bo Cai nodded.
Jing Zhuchen sighed and said, "Fine."
Xi Guxing, standing to the side, was exasperated, stamping his feet in anger. But forcing things wouldn't work, and he could only watch helplessly as Jing Zhuchen took Bo Cai, hung up the master-disciple life tablet at Liren Peak, and slowly left.
Jing Zhuchen took Bo Cai as his disciple and instinctively lived a life unchanged for centuries, until Bo Cai was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night.
Wearing only a thin robe, he came to find him in bed, their seductive moans and cries clearly audible.
Bo Cai, oblivious, asked him blankly what he was doing.
Jing Zhuchen: "..."
For the first time, Jing Zhuchen encountered his nemesis. He kicked the man who was tormenting him off, wrapped himself in the blanket, and after catching his breath, rubbed his forehead and said with difficulty, "Bo Cai, don't come looking for me in the middle of the night next time."
Since taking Bo Cai as his disciple, Jing Zhuchen had tried his best to refrain from daytime debauchery, but he never expected to be caught red-handed in the middle of the night.
Bo Cai, obediently, replied, "Yes."
Jing Zhuchen asked, "So, what brings you here?"
Bo Cai's face remained expressionless, as if he had facial paralysis. However, Jing Zhuchen had taken him to see Lin Shuhe, who only said it was due to excessive fright and would heal in a while.
Bo Cai likely had some exotic blood; his features were deep-set, and his eyelashes were extremely long. He said softly, "I had a nightmare."
Jing Zhuchen casually replied, "Dreams are always the opposite of reality. Don't be afraid, go back to sleep."
Bo Cai hesitated for a moment, then said, "I dreamt that my family was killed."
Jing Zhuchen was stunned, looking at him with a complex expression.
Half a month had passed since Bo Cai's family was massacred by demonic cultivators, yet he remained expressionless. Even now, though deeply grieving, he couldn't cry, nor could he even muster a trace of sadness.
Jing Zhuchen looked at his thin body for a long time before sighing and saying, "Wait here, I'll have someone change the bedding."
Bo Cai obediently nodded.
Jing Zhuchen went next door to bathe, washing himself clean and putting on a long robe that covered his body completely.
When he returned, the bedding had been changed, and Bo Cai was still standing there, seemingly waiting for him.
Jing Zhuchen went up and patted his head, casually saying, "Come here."
Bo Cai followed him and climbed into bed.
Jing Zhuchen lay on the edge of the bed, far away from Bo Cai, and said, "Sleep, don't get too close to me."
Bo Cai nodded, "Yes."
Jing Zhuchen looked at the child's innocent face and thought all night. The next day, he finally sent a message for Mu Zhe to come.
When Mu Zhe arrived, he wore a wide veil, seemingly concealing something. He exuded an extremely unsettling aura, making Bo Cai tremble slightly.
Jing Zhuchen shielded Bo Cai behind him, casually glancing over Mu Zhe's body. A smirk played on his lips. "What are you hiding? No matter how well you try to hide it, I can still see through you."
Mu Zhe coldly ripped off the veil and tossed it aside, revealing a pair of golden snake eyes.
No wonder he looked so displeased; it turned out the demon cultivator's spiritual energy hadn't completely dissipated before Jing Zhuchen summoned him.
For the first time, Jing Zhuchen felt a pang of sympathy for Shen Gurong. He clicked his tongue and said, "Spare your master."
Mu Zhe's face darkened. He cut to the chase: " Martial Uncle wants me to teach him the Dao?"
Jing Zhuchen didn't elaborate, holding Bo Cai's wrist for Mu Zhe to see. "Hmm, he has innate sword bones; he's a rare talent."
Mu Zhe frowned.
“Of course,” Jing Zhuchen said, “I will give you the appropriate reward.”
Mu Zhe nodded, “Okay.”
From then on, Mu Zhe would come to Suihan City a few days each month to teach Bo Cai sword techniques.
Meanwhile, the two of them on the Great Swamp of Taozhou were developing more and more skills, causing Shen Gurong to want to strangle Jing Zhuchen whenever he was mentioned.
Day after day, year after year, Bo Cai reached the Nascent Soul stage at the age of twenty.
The originally thin, withdrawn, and timid child had transformed into a tall and handsome young man. His sword, imbued with a chilling, murderous aura, slain countless demonic cultivators, quickly becoming famous throughout the Three Realms.
Jing Zhuchen had become much more restrained over the years. He didn't dare to cause trouble much when Bo Cai was in Suihan City, only seeking out companions when he was away.
Jing Zhuchen had many techniques, but every move was used on himself.
That day, as he was bound to the bed with red silk, forced to the point of tears, he was suddenly informed by his guards that Bo Cai had returned.
Jing Zhuchen suddenly snapped to attention, quickly kicking the person off him to leave, and then untied the red silk ribbon from his wrist.
When Bo Cai entered expressionlessly, Jing Zhuchen had already disposed of the red ribbon and was now leisurely sitting on the bed, sipping tea with an air of utmost elegance.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes still a little red, and said in a hoarse voice, "You're back."
Bo Cai responded coldly, his face devoid of any expression.
Jing Zhuchen was used to it. Over the years, he had always tried to tease Bo Cai, but he could never get him to show any emotion, as if his childhood experiences had left a deep psychological scar.
Bo Cai stepped forward, skillfully opening the window. He then took out some newly acquired agarwood from his sleeve, lit it in the incense burner, and, with his long eyelashes lowered, said calmly, "Master, too much dual cultivation is harmful."
Jing Zhuchen, suddenly seen through, dropped the pretense. He leaned back against the soft pillow, took a few breaths, and said, "You haven't practiced dual cultivation yet, you don't understand the feeling."
He reached into his robes and took out something from his body, pulling out a pipe and puffing away.
Bo Cai frowned and snatched the pipe from him.
Jing Zhuchen reached out, a half-smile on his face, and said, "You little brat, I don't want to scold you, give it back."
Bo Cai said, "Master, you already scolded me."
Jing Zhuchen: "..." Jing Zhuchen said irritably, "Give it back."
Bo Cai put the pipe away, summoning the smoke from the incense burner to swirl around Jing Zhuchen several times.
Upon catching the scent, Jing Zhuchen carefully examined it, his eyes darkening as he said in a low voice, "Bo Cai, are you planning to render Master impotent?"
Bo Cai replied, "Master needs to abstain from sex."
Jing Zhuchen chuckled in exasperation, "To hell with abstaining from sex! Put out that incense! I don't need to abstain. Relight that aphrodisiac."
Bo Cai, usually obedient, now firmly stated, "No."
Jing Zhuchen glared at him, saying, "Are you rebelling?"
"I wouldn't dare," Bo Cai said. "Master, this is harmful to your health. I will dismiss those around you as soon as possible. Please take good care of your health and avoid frequent dual cultivation."
Jing Zhuchen: "..."
Jing Zhuchen was utterly shocked. He had never imagined that a little brat he had raised would dare to openly control him.
Bo Cai spent a relatively long time in Suihan City this time. Three days later, as expected, all of Jing Zhuchen's servants were dismissed. Jing Zhuchen himself, finally driven to anger by his near-castration, stormed off to Suihan City's largest brothel, intending to entertain a customer.
Jing Zhuchen's other identity in Suihan City was that of a courtesan, and this was the first time in years he had come out to entertain customers. Countless men vied to become his devoted followers.
Jing Zhuchen was fascinated by this feeling of being pursued. He rested his chin on his hand, watching the men below eagerly offer spirit stones, wanting only to buy him for one night.
Jing Zhuchen said with a half-smile, "Men in this world are all like this."
For beauty, they can do anything despicable.
In the end, the highest bidder wins.
Jing Zhuchen waited for his client in the brothel.
A moment later, Bo Cai pushed open the door and entered, bowing expressionlessly, "Master, it's time to go home."
Jing Zhuchen: "..."
Jing Zhuchen was furious: "You were the one who bid the highest?"
Bo Cai nodded: "Yes, Master's guards are too strong; I can't beat them."
He could only use this method to invite him.
Jing Zhuchen angrily asked: "What exactly do you mean?"
Bo Cai was somewhat confused: "I just want to invite Master home."
Jing Zhuchen was almost on the verge of collapse.
The rooms in the brothel were filled with aphrodisiacs. Having been empty for so many days, he was burning with lust. Seeing Bo Cai still earnestly asking him to go home, he was enraged and pulled Bo Cai onto the bed.
Jing Zhuchen coldly said: "You paid, so I'm yours today."
Bo Cai said: "But I used your spirit stones, Master."
Jing Zhuchen: "..."
His disciple was using his money to seduce him.
Jing Zhuchen looked like he was about to explode, but then a flash of clarity crossed his mind as he recalled what he had said to Shen Gurong over a decade ago.
"I want to sleep with a sword cultivator."
"The Three Realms are vast and full of wonders. Who knows, I might find a very interesting sword cultivator, or I could find a sword cultivator child, raise him, and sleep with him when he grows up."
When he grows up, I can sleep with him.
When he grows up…
Sleep with him…
Jing Zhuchen stared at Bo Cai in astonishment.
This…this…the child has grown up, hasn't he?!
Jing Zhuchen had been engrossed in raising the child all these years. Later, when Bo Cai grew a little older and started to boss him around, he began to devise ways to outwit Bo Cai, secretly engaging in dual cultivation—Jing Zhuchen even discovered that the feeling of illicit love was incredibly exciting, and he was completely captivated.
For so many years, he had raised Bo Cai as a son, never harboring even the slightest romantic thoughts.
Now, perhaps blinded by lust, he actually wanted to… Recalling Bo Cai's unusual behavior towards him, Jing Zhuchen took a deep breath, trying to remain calm: “Bo Cai, your master has a question for you. Answer honestly.”
Bo Cai, pinned beneath him, remained indifferent, saying, “Yes, Bo Cai never lies to master.”
Jing Zhuchen cut to the chase, asking, “Do you admire your master?”
Bo Cai thought for a moment, then said, “Is admiration the desire to become a Daoist partner?”
Jing Zhuchen grew impatient, directly stating, “In other words, do you want to sleep with your master?”
Bo Cai said, “No.”
Jing Zhuchen: “…”
Jing Zhuchen: “???”
Jing Zhuchen was stunned. "Why?"
Bo Cai seemed somewhat surprised. "You are my master. I dare not be disrespectful. I only have respect for you, not any covetousness."
Jing Zhuchen was a little anxious, almost blurting out, "You...you've been learning swordsmanship from your senior brother Mu Zhe for so many years, how come you haven't learned even a trace of rebellion from him?"
Bo Cai: "..."
Bo Cai: "What?"
Jing Zhuchen also misspoke. He looked at Bo Cai for a long time, making sure that there was only filial piety in his eyes, without any desire or affection, before sighing, turning over and lying down to the side, saying helplessly, "Let's go."
Bo Cai responded, got up, straightened his clothes, and respectfully picked up his master.
Jing Zhuchen followed him home, leaning against the bed as he watched Bo Cai light the incense meant to castrate him again. He said painfully, "Bo Cai, your master is a succubus, practicing the Path of Union. Do you even know what the Path of Union is? Not letting me cultivate dually is tantamount to killing me."
Bo Cai said seriously, "It's not that I won't allow it, it's that Master should practice in moderation."
Jing Zhuchen asked with difficulty, "Then when can I cultivate dually?"
Bo Cai said, "Once every seven days."
Jing Zhuchen: "..."
Jing Zhuchen roared, "Why don't you just kill me with your sword?!"
Bo Cai remained unmoved.
Jing Zhuchen finally relented, weakly asking, "Then how long will you be staying in Suihan City this time?"
Normally, Bo Cai only stayed for half a month before leaving to work, sometimes so busy that he couldn't return for half a year.
Jing Zhuchen was secretly pleased. With Bo Cai away from Suihan City, he was in control of everything.
Wait, since when did this kid become the one in charge of Suihan City?
Bo Cai tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Half a year."
Jing Zhuchen: "Half a year?!"
"Yes."
“Bo Cai,”
“I will come back more often to urge Master.”
Jing Zhu Chen said expressionlessly, “Just kill me.” No smoking, no burning incense, no dual cultivation, not even going to a brothel to entertain guests.
Jing Zhu Chen felt utterly hopeless.
Shen Gurong and the others, hearing this, were deeply saddened.
Xi Guxing: “Hahahaha, the day actually came?! Hahahaha, my god, I won’t have to worry about making fun of you for the rest of my life, hahahahaha!”
Su Xiyan: “Zhuchen, I think your disciple is not bad, hahaha.”
Chao Jiuxiao: “You can’t dual cultivate anymore? You have to be dignified? Ahhh, even this kind of thing can happen, I’m not worried about not being able to ascend! Awoo!”
Lin Shuhe: “Cough cough, senior brother, do you want me to prescribe some cold-heart medicine for you Otherwise, it’s too hard to endure alone, hahaha.”
Lou Bugui: “Ah? Fourth senior brother has taken on a disciple, congratulations!”
Shen Gurong: "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha cough!"
Jing Zhuchen: "..."
Jing Zhuchen remained expressionless. These fellow disciples were no longer useful.
Author's Note:
Jing Zhuchen held a pile of storybooks about master and disciple, silently shedding lonely tears: "This is different from what's said in the stories!"
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