Yun Ye stood frozen, his heart racing so fast it almost felt like it would burst out of his chest. The person who caused all of this was completely unaware of the situation, and when he didn’t respond, they continued to throw themselves toward him, nearly rolling off the bed.

Yun Ye scrambled to catch him. “M-Master, please don’t…”

Bai Tu kneeled on the bed, looking up at him with a pair of watery eyes filled with resentment. “You don’t want to help me.”

“I’m not…”

Bai Tu ignored him. He had been feeling hot from the alcohol, and the tight dancing outfit was making it difficult for him to breathe. His hands tugged at the collar in frustration as he muttered to himself. “I’ll do it myself…”

With a sharp rip, Bai Tu accidentally tore a large section of his collar.

Yun Ye: “…”

Was this person trying to take his life?

Yun Ye felt his blood rush straight to his head, and in a panic he grabbed Bai Tu’s hand and stammered. “Master, please don’t move. I…I’ll help you.”

Bai Tu looked up and gave him a faint smile. “Good boy.”

Bai Tu obediently lay back down, while Yun Ye took a deep breath and gently untied the other’s sash.

Until now, he had never seen Bai Tu wear red, after all this man was always dressed in frost-like robes—cold, aloof and seemingly uninteresting. But today, Yun Ye understood that only white could suppress the allure that radiated from him.

Dressed in red, Bai Tu’s beauty seemed even more vivid than usual as his delicate and glistening peach-blossom eyes tilted at the corners and his almost translucent white skin peeked through the torn fabric of the red robes, every inch of it irresistibly captivating.

Yun Ye felt as though he were unwrapping an extraordinary precious and luxurious gift, peeling away its layers to reveal the exquisite and alluring core within.

By the time he came to his senses, he had already undone Bai Tu’s outer robe and leaning forward, he pressed Bai Tu down into the bed.

Bai Tu’s long lashes quivered slightly as he looked at Yun Ye in confusion. His alcohol-fogged mind seemed to slow to register what was happening.

Yun Ye gently caressed those eyes and softly asked. “Master, who am I?”

Bai Tu stared at him blankly without answering.

Yun Ye didn’t rush him, instead he took Bai Tu’s wrist while his fingers gliding over the soft and delicate texture of his skin, slowly moving downward. Through the last thin of inner robes, he carefully traced the curve of Bai Tu’s slender waist.

For some reason, a faint of déjà vu stirred in his heart.

Bai Tu shivered uncomfortably as he instinctively trying to retreat but Yun Yu blocked his path. Leaning in, Yun Ye placed a gentle kiss on Bai Tu’s eyes and asked once more. “Master, do you still recognize me?”

“Yun…Ye…”

Bai Tu opened his moth to speak but before any words could escape Yun Ye suddenly lowered his head and kissed him.

The moment his lips touched Bai Tu’s warm and soft lips, Yun Ye’s mind buzzed and all self-control unraveled. Forcefully, he parted Bai Tu’s lips and teeth, plunging in with a fierceness that seemed like he had become a different person.

The familiar scent invaded Bai Tu’s breath irresistibly as he furrowed his brows in discomfort, letting out a soft whimper as his dazed eyes slowly opened.

“Ah!” As soon as Bai Tu realized what was happening, he snapped back to his sense and instinctively shoved Yun Ye away.

Yun Ye hadn’t expected him to suddenly regain consciousness. He stumbled back a few steps before barely managing to steady himself.

Bai Tu with his body still weak from the kiss couldn’t help but recall their previous intimate encounter making his face paled and without thinking he instinctively shrank to the inner side of the bed, clutching his loosened robe tightly as he cautiously glanced at Yun Ye.

It was a posture of defense.

The realization hit Yun Ye like a heavy blow to the chest, causing a sharp pang in his heart.

His master… didn’t like this.

An awkward silence spread through the room. Yun Ye’s body acted faster than his mind, and he quickly turned to leave.

“Yun Ye!”

Yun Ye paused, his voice hoarse. “I didn’t mean to offend you, Master. I… I’m sorry.”

“Wait, come back. You—”

But Yun Ye didn’t respond. He silently closed the door and left.

Fragments of his memories began to resurface as the effects of the alcohol wore off. Bai Tu suddenly remembered how he had clung to Yun Ye earlier, asking him to carry him back and help him undress, even tearing his own clothes in front of him.

Bai Tu groaned and collapsed back onto the bed, pulling the covers over his head.

What had he done…

Using his drunkenness as an excuse to… make advances on his disciple?

Was there anyone worse than him in this world?

He might as well not live anymore.

The room was eerily silent. Bai Tu lay in bed for a while before realizing something was wrong. With the whereabouts of Wu Jiu unknown, how could he allow Yun Ye to wander outside alone?

What if Yun Ye encountered that demon again and ended up brainwashed?

Bai Tu quickly rolled out of bed, rushed to the door, and stepped out. The moment he left the bedroom, his clothes automatically shifted, returning to the familiar white robes he wore when he first descended the mountain—a handsome young master.

It was late autumn, and the night wind cut through him, biting cold to the bone. The streets were empty, with no one in sight. Bai Tu briefly scanned the area, sensing Yun Ye’s presence faintly, clearly masked on purpose.

Could his disciple have been so scared that he wouldn’t dare to face him again?

Unable to pinpoint Yun Ye’s location, Bai Tu began to search the streets slowly. Perhaps the lingering effects of the alcohol were still clouding his senses, for it wasn’t long before Bai Tu began to feel exhausted. His eyelids grew heavy, and his body ached with fatigue. He leaned against a nearby wall, planning to rest for a moment.

Bai Tu closed his eyes and quickly drifted into a deep sleep, unaware of everything around him.

Meanwhile, Yun Ye stood alone on a city tower, gazing down at the sleeping town below, lost in thought.

He felt frustrated and regretful.

That person was the exalted Lord Immortal. How could he have taken advantage of the situation and acted so inappropriately?

For so many years, he had been careful to remain by Bai Tu’s side, simply to be closer to him. As long as he could see him every day, even if they could only ever exist as master and disciple, he would be content.

But today, he had crossed the line.

Yun Ye’s thoughts were in turmoil when, suddenly, he heard a faint fluttering sound behind him.

A black butterfly, its wings shimmering, flew up beside him.

“Yun Ye,” the butterfly spoke, its voice unmistakably belonging to Wu Jiu from earlier.

Yun Ye didn’t turn around, as though he hadn’t heard it at all.

The crow, however, was unbothered. It chuckled softly. “Is it really worth this much distress over just an Immortal Lord?”

Yun Ye turned his head, his gaze cold as he asked. “Are you spying on me?”

“Spying? I prefer to call it looking out for you.” The crow replied, now perched on Yun Ye’s shoulder. It lowered its voice and continued. “The truth is, I came out here to find you. The Immortal Lord took you to Tianyan Sect, and I couldn’t get in. So, I had to rely on those two disciples.”

“…Yun Ye, do you know who you truly are?”

Yun Ye remained silent, and Wu Jiu continued. “Years ago, when the Demon Abyss was thrown into chaos, your mother sealed your spiritual veins and brought you back to the Wolf Clan. But unfortunately, Madam’s injuries were too severe, and she soon passed away. You, too, were abandoned by the Wolf Clan due to your impure bloodline. Young Master, after the previous Demon Lord perished at the hands of the righteous, we have been searching for you.”

A vague figure appeared behind Yun Ye, and a young, devilish face was revealed as the man looked up.

The crow knelt on one knee, lowering his voice. “Young Master, return to us. The Demon Abyss tribe has been waiting for you to save us from destruction.”

“Save you from destruction?” Yun Ye spoke suddenly. “So, the Demon Abyss hasn’t truly been destroyed? How did you escape from the Immortal Lord’s grasp?”

The crow hesitated for a moment.

Yun Ye continued. “You want my help, yet you refuse to tell me the full truth. How am I supposed to help you?”

“Alright, I’ll tell you.” Wu Jiu said. “The Demon Abyss has existed for tens of thousands of years. It cannot be destroyed by any one person. Back then, the Immortal Lord used most of his power to seal the Demon Abyss completely. From that moment on, the Demon Abyss disappeared from the world. Because of this, I was unable to meet you in my true form.”

Wu Jiu paused before continuing. “At this point, only the Demon Lord’s bloodline within you can break the seal and bring the Demon Abyss back to the world.”

Yun Ye mulled over the words. “I see…”

Noticing Yun Ye’s lingering hesitation, Wu Jiu tempted him further. “If you’re worried about the Immortal Lord, there’s no need. As long as the Demon Abyss regains its former glory, not even the Immortal Lord can stand in your way. In fact, no one in this world will be beyond your reach.”

The silence on the city tower returned. After a moment, Yun Ye suddenly spoke softly. “Is this the same old spiel? You think I’ll fall for it again?”

In his past life, this person had used the same tactics to persuade him.

The conditions Wu Jiu offered had been too tempting for him, back then, when there was no way out.

One wrong step, and every step after was a mistake.

Wu Jiu’s expression darkened as dark magical energy began to swirl around him silently. The magic grew denser, but Yun Ye suddenly turned, extending his hand into the swirling energy, and seized Wu Jiu’s throat with a firm grip.

Yun Ye’s gaze was cold and detached. “You underestimate me, Wu Jiu.”

“You…” Wu Jiu gasped for breath, his face turning red. “You’ll regret this—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Yun Ye tightened his grip, shattering the illusory figure with a single forceful motion.

The silence on the tower returned once more. Yun Ye withdrew his hand, glancing back at the night sky with a barely perceptible sigh.

“Master…”

The sound of rain gently woke Bai Tu. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on an unfamiliar bed. The strong scent of medicine filled his nostrils, and Bai Tu furrowed his brows. Just as he was about to get up, a figure walked in from the other room.

“Don’t move. You can’t get up just yet,” said a young woman dressed in plain white cloth, her body also carrying the faint scent of medicine.

Bai Tu frowned slightly. “Who are you?”

The woman met Bai Tu’s gaze, her face turning slightly red as she looked away, feeling somewhat embarrassed. “This is my father’s medical clinic. I brought you here.”

Bai Tu stood up, responding calmly. “Thank you for your help, but I have matters to attend to, so I must leave now.”

“Wait,” the woman stopped him, her concern evident. “Where are your family members? Shouldn’t they come to pick you up? It’s still raining outside. It’s not safe for you to be out alone like this.”

Bai Tu shook his head. “It’s fine. This little rain doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter!” the woman blocked his path, her expression full of worry. “Your body is still weak, and what if something happens? What will happen to the child you’re carrying?”

Bai Tu froze, his grip tightening on her wrist. “What did you say?”

The woman blinked in confusion, repeating, “Your body is still weak…”

“No, you just said, I… I…”

Bai Tu’s throat went dry, and he couldn’t get another word out. His hand unconsciously rested on his flat abdomen, and after a long pause, he hoarsely asked. “You mean… what’s happening to me?”

“You’re pregnant!” The woman furrowed her brows, her eyes filled with reproach. “No wonder you were lying by the roadside last night. You’ve been carrying the child for at least a month now. Didn’t you know?”

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