Within half an hour, this news spread throughout Mount Taihua!

The gossip-loving fourth junior brother, Xie Zizhuo, was the first to rush out of Haoming Peak. He grabbed a disciple and asked, “The eldest senior brother actually brought his wife back? They say their son is already ten years old? Is this true or not? Is it true or not?”

The sixth junior brother, Xiu Hen, who was immersed in refining tools, suddenly heard this news. He put down the weapon in his hand and furrowed his brows, saying, “The eldest senior brother’s wife is pregnant, and they brought their son back to Mount Taihua?”

The fifth junior brother, Huo Yuchong, dashed out of Yushou Peak and coincidentally ran into the cold-faced third senior sister, Wei Qiongyin, who was holding a sword. Huo Yuchong was taken aback and subconsciously asked, “Senior Sister, could it be… you also heard the news and came out to take a look?”

Wei Qiongyin nodded calmly and solemnly said, “Naturally, we need to be concerned about the eldest senior brother’s marriage. I heard that his wife is as fierce as a demoness and quite formidable. I’m a little curious…” She paused and continued, “I’m a little curious about how the eldest senior brother fell in love with that sister-in-law.”

Coincidentally, the second senior brother, Zuo Yunmo, flew by from the side. Huo Yuchong quickly called out to him and repeated the question he had asked Wei Qiongyin. Zuo Yunmo’s face showed a hint of disappointment, but he smiled and nodded, “Yes, it is true. It is said that the eldest senior brother indeed brought his wife and son, and… it seems like the couple is very affectionate. As soon as they returned to Mount Taihua, the eldest senior brother took them to Yuxiao Peak.”

Huo Yuchong and Wei Qiongyin exclaimed in unison, “Is this to let Senior Uncle Xuan Lingzi see?”

Zuo Yunmo nodded helplessly but couldn’t muster a smile anymore.

Not long after, a red streak of light suddenly burst out of Qinglan Peak. It was the youngest junior sister who was currently in seclusion, striving to reach the mid-stage of Golden Core! She swung her big knife while directly rushing towards Yuxiao Peak. When she reached the foot of the mountain, she shouted, “Eldest senior brother! I’ve come to see my sister-in-law and nephew! Hurry down and pick me up. I want to have a good sparring session with my sister-in-law… No, I mean, greet her properly!”

The three who had just arrived at the top of Yuxiao Peak: “…”

Mo Qiu was the first to lose his patience. He angrily took out the long whip from his waist and said, “Luo Jianqing, I’ll go down and deal with this inexplicable person. You wait here for me. I absolutely won’t let her swallow back everything she said just now. Who is her sister-in-law anyway!”

Qing Jun, dressed in a green robe, stood quietly on the side, holding Luo Jianqing’s hand, silently watching Mo Qiu. There was no other expression on his delicate and fair face. When Mo Qiu was really about to descend the mountain, Qing Jun spoke in a cold tone, “If you really go down, wouldn’t that be bullying women? I thought cultivators like you were more carefree and unruly, but I didn’t expect you to bully women as well.”

Mo Qiu: “You!”

Qing Jun’s tone was very calm, but it was hard to resist with his adorable and exquisite face. His face was charming and lovely, with smooth and tender skin, like a delicate masterpiece. When he spoke, he sounded like a little adult, even causing Luo Jianqing, who had a constant headache, to chuckle.

Luo Jianqing shook his head and said, “I didn’t expect to be misunderstood when I came back this time. After I lead you through this bamboo forest and we enter my house, once you settle down, I will go to Cangshuang Peak to report the details to the Sect Master, and hopefully, we can clarify the situation.”

Qing Jun obediently nodded.

However, Mo Qiu coldly snorted in satisfaction and said, “That’s more like it. How could I be your wife? Even if… ” His voice paused for a moment, and then he continued, “Even if that were the case, it should be you who is my wife!”

Luo Jianqing burst into laughter and sheathed his sword against Mo Qiu’s cheek.

It’s unclear what Mo Qiu was thinking, but with his cultivation at the late Nascent Soul stage, he surprisingly didn’t evade and was sent flying by the sheathed sword.

Not long after, Mo Qiu flew back and angrily exclaimed, “Lu… Jian… Qing!”

The handsome green-robed cultivator glanced at him with a raised eyebrow and said, “I’m listening, there’s no need to be so loud.”

Mo Qiu: “You!!!”

The laughter of the crowd echoed through the bamboo forest. A gentle breeze rustled the emerald green bamboo leaves, creating a lively atmosphere on one side, while the other side remained quiet. At the moment Luo Jianqing stepped into Mount Taihua, Xuan Lingzi suddenly opened his eyes and hurriedly walked to the window, gazing at the distant mountain gate.

He had been pacing back and forth in front of the gate for a long time. In the past, whenever Luo Jianqing returned, Xuan Lingzi would go out to have a glance at him to ensure that his disciple was safe before resuming his cultivation with peace of mind. However, this time, he had an argument with Jianqing, and Jianqing even discovered his impure thoughts. How could he face him when he went out…

But he didn’t have a chance to make a choice. He quickly noticed the red-robed demonic cultivator and a young child in blue robes.

Xuan Lingzi naturally recognized Mo Qiu. His primordial spirit had encountered him in the Flowing Flame Valley before and knew that this person had saved his disciple’s life. But the one beside him… when Xuan Lingzi swept his spiritual awareness over, he suddenly froze and carefully examined it several times.

There was no doubt that this was a child without any spiritual power or cultivation talent, appearing to be only six or seven years old.

How could Jianqing suddenly bring such a child back to Mount Taihua?

The child in the blue robe stood next to Jianqing, obediently holding his hand!

Xuan Lingzi’s eyes widened suddenly, and his heart ached.

He seemed… to resemble Jianqing a bit!

The spiritual awareness of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator was something that Luo Jianqing and Qing Jun couldn’t perceive, but Mo Qiu intentionally or unintentionally glanced in Xuan Lingzi’s direction, his expression inexplicable. Then, led by Luo Jianqing, the two of them walked through the bamboo forest and arrived in front of the two bamboo houses.

The verdant bamboo forest surrounded the two small bamboo houses, with some simple spiritual herb fields around them and a few ordinary spiritual flowers planted. There was a delicate stone pavilion nearby, with a small bridge where the water flowed swiftly. It looked warm, simple, serene, and peaceful.

Qing Jun was very satisfied with such a place and went straight to sit on the stone bench in the stone pavilion. Mo Qiu, on the other hand, took a few steps around and finally looked towards the bamboo house where Xuan Lingzi was. He spoke loudly, “Little beauty, do you live here all alone? That’s great. Tonight, I’ll share a room with you, and let the little brat have his own room.”

Qing Jun ignored Mo Qiu.

However, Luo Jianqing lifted his sword scabbard, intending to strike, but Mo Qiu grabbed his hand.

Mo Qiu raised an eyebrow and smiled softly, “Planning for a second time?”

Luo Jianqing coldly glanced at him and retracted his sword scabbard, saying, “That bamboo house is where my master resides. Don’t disturb him; he’s in seclusion, cultivating. There is an extra bamboo bed in my bamboo house. Tonight, Qing Jun and I will share a bed, and you can have your own. After all, we cultivators don’t have high requirements for sleep, and meditation practice can restore our energy better.”

Mo Qiu’s mouth twitched. “You sleep with him and not with me?”

The words sounded somewhat strange, and Luo Jianqing was about to refute Mo Qiu’s choice of words when, in the next moment, a powerful and overwhelming pressure suddenly descended.

Luo Jianqing instinctively flew to the nearby stone pavilion, embracing Qing Jun in his arms. Mo Qiu’s expression turned cold, and he sneered as he looked towards Xuan Lingzi’s bamboo house, refusing to bow down.

Qing Jun was injured and his body had not fully recovered. Luo Jianqing still needed him to treat Xuan Lingzi, so he couldn’t let anything happen to him. However, in Xuan Lingzi’s eyes, this scene directly made him ignore the disdainful expression on Mo Qiu’s face, and his body stiffened.

Why is he protecting this child so much? Why is he protecting this child so much?

Six or Seven years ago, Luo Jianqing did seem to have gone out for training, but his spiritual sense had also accompanied him in the past and didn’t detect any issues. Could it be… could it be that he truly didn’t notice?

Xuan Lingzi suddenly felt his feet go weak and stumbled backward.

Luo Jianqing had no idea that his master would misunderstand as well. He thought to himself that the disciples with lower cultivation might mistake Mo Qiu’s gender based on appearance, but Xuan Lingzi was different. He would surely see that Mo Qiu was a man and wouldn’t mistake the relationship between Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu.

However, he never expected… Xuan Lingzi would still misunderstand the relationship between him and Qing Jun.

Luo Jianqing held Qing Jun protectively in his arms and loudly said, “Master, your disciple has returned.”

As his words fell, the terrifying pressure still didn’t dissipate.

Seeing that Mo Qiu was also struggling and about to bow down, Luo Jianqing shouted again, “Master, your disciple was deeply concerned about your health during his journey to the Wanshou Mountain. These two are my friends. After I settle them down, I will go to your house… ahead, to pay my respects to you.”

Finally, the terrifying pressure dissipated.

Luo Jianqing breathed a sigh of relief, holding Qing Jun’s hand and walking towards his bamboo house. Mo Qiu pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and followed Luo Jianqing inside.

After entering the house, Mo Qiu was finally attracted to the things inside and kept looking around, behaving like a mischievous child. On the other hand, Qing Jun sat obediently on the stool without moving.

Luo Jianqing said, “Wait here for a moment. My master already knows I’ve returned, and I need to pay my respects.”

Mo Qiu sneered and said, “How come your master doesn’t come out to see you when you’ve returned? What kind of master is that?”

Luo Jianqing immediately had a cold expression and said, “Don’t speak nonsense!” He gave Mo Qiu a meaningful look.

Mo Qiu naturally understood Luo Jianqing’s intention. It was a reminder that Xuan Lingzi, the venerable elder, could hear everything they said if he wanted to, so he should be cautious with his words. However, Mo Qiu remained indifferent and held onto Luo Jianqing, not letting him go.

After struggling back and forth for a while, they heard Qing Jun say, “It’s a bit cold.”

Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu were both taken aback and felt it themselves. They nodded in surprise, “It is indeed a bit cold?”

Meanwhile, Xuan Lingzi in the adjacent room, already frozen into an ice sculpture, remained silent.

After pushing Mo Qiu into the room, Luo Jianqing finally approached the bamboo house next to it. This time, he didn’t insist on Xuan Lingzi coming out. He bowed at the door, briefly recounted his experiences during his journey, and then whispered, “Master, there are some private matters that your disciple needs to discuss with you. Please set up a barrier.”

Mo Qiu had a higher cultivation level than Luo Jianqing, so it would be effortless for him to eavesdrop from such a close distance.

This time, Luo Jianqing didn’t have to wait long. A clear, cold voice sounded softly, “The barrier has already been set up.”

Luo Jianqing was startled by the response. He subconsciously thought, “The barrier was set up already? Did he set it up from the beginning of our conversation?” Then he said, “Master, have you seen the child that your disciple brought back this time?”

Xuan Lingzi: “…”

Luo Jianqing subconsciously touched his own arm and suddenly felt that it was even colder.

After a long while, Xuan Lingzi responded in a strange tone, “I… have seen him.”

Luo Jianqing: “…” Why does he seem a little displeased?

With a slightly furrowed brow, Luo Jianqing couldn’t understand and said, “Master, I brought him to Yuxiao Peak this time to bring him before you.”

Xuan Lingzi: “…I won’t see him.”

Luo Jianqing widened his eyes in surprise, “Master?”

Xuan Lingzi’s voice suddenly turned cold, “I, as your master, absolutely refuse to see him!”

Luo Jianqing: “…But, Master, he should be the only Ninth-grade elixir in the world. Previously, in order to repair my severed primordial spirit, you took great risks and suffered severe injuries. He can heal you. If you don’t see him, then what was the point of my arduous efforts, experiencing life and death, and almost losing my life to bring him back?”

Towards the end, even Luo Jianqing was a little angry.

Why! He went through great lengths to bring back the elixir specifically to heal Xuan Lingzi. He repeatedly walked on the edge of death, enduring excruciating pain, hoping to bring back the elixir for this person. And now, Xuan Lingzi didn’t even give him a chance to say anything and bluntly declared that he “absolutely refuses to see the elixir.”

Why!

With these thoughts, Luo Jianqing’s heart filled with bitterness. Regardless of whether Mo Qiu and Qing Jun had been eavesdropping, he tightly squeezed his fingers, wishing he could draw his sword and split open the door. Unaware of this, Xuan Lingzi, who was inside the room, was shocked upon hearing Luo Jianqing’s words.

Ninth-grade elixir?

That child is not Luo Jianqing’s child, but an elixir?

Just as joy had recently filled Xuan Lingzi, he heard the words “experiencing life and death, almost losing my life.” His eyes narrowed, his heart tightened, and he suddenly swept his sleeves and opened the door. At that moment, Luo Jianqing was about to break through the door with his Shuang Fu Sword, driven by anger. But Xuan Lingzi embraced him tightly and pulled him into the room.

Bang!

The door of the bamboo house closed suddenly.

Mo Qiu, who was secretly peeping through the crack of the door, cursed, “What’s going on! They’re having a conversation between master and disciple, it’s fine to use soundproof barriers, but why did they have to go inside the house? In broad daylight, what’s the point of going inside the house to talk? Is there something they can’t say outside?”

Qing Jun poured tea for himself with his little hand and coldly replied, “If they didn’t go inside to talk, would they let you eavesdrop?”

Mo Qiu’s anger surged upon hearing this.

On the other side, Luo Jianqing never expected that he would be able to see this person again so soon.

He was suddenly pulled into a warm and broad chest, and the faint lotus fragrance from the person immediately filled his nostrils. Luo Jianqing stood in a daze, letting the other person hold him and enter the room. Then he was released and heard the person urgently ask, “You were severely injured? Experienced life and death? Jianqing, quickly tell me, what happened…”

^[1]tl’s note: the raws indeed were like this, it looks like there is something missing and so as to not make it awkward with my English I let it be. Seems like LJQ embraced WY ^-^

Suddenly being tightly embraced by his disciple, Xuan Lingzi’s body stiffened, afraid to move.

Only at this moment did he realize that he had been overly worried and had actually opened the door and brought Jianqing inside.

Xuan Lingzi immediately pushed Luo Jianqing away, but to his surprise, Luo Jianqing held onto him tightly, refusing to let go. Xuan Lingzi used his spiritual power to try to push Luo Jianqing away, but as soon as his fingers touched Luo Jianqing’s arm, he heard Luo Jianqing chuckle and say, “Wu Yin, it seems you really like me.”

Xuan Lingzi’s throat felt dry, his fingers froze, and he couldn’t make a sound.

Luo Jianqing raised his head, his phoenix-like eyes filled with amusement. He gazed at the noble and ethereal figure in front of him, at his motionless state, and suddenly remembered the fleeting thought that had crossed his mind when he was about to be killed by the GoldenYang Longevity Dragon. It wasn’t about avenging Li Xiuchen or questioning why Xuan Lingzi had given his sword to Li Xiuchen in his previous life. It was…

He had never truly been together with this person.

He knew this person’s feelings, and this person knew his feelings.

But for the sake of societal norms, for the forbidden taboo of a master and disciple having a romantic relationship, this person had locked him away in the bamboo house, seemingly intending never to see him again in this lifetime.

Were the opinions of the outside world really that important?

After falling into demonic cultivation in his previous life, Luo Jianqing had already acquired some traits of a demonic cultivator. He had to have this person; he would not allow himself to live an ordinary life. He wanted to make up for all the regrets, even if it meant using all means necessary. He would pull Wu Yin down from that divine altar and let him fall with him, so they could be together!

As his eyes shifted, Luo Jianqing had already made up his mind. A dark shade gradually enveloped his exquisite and peerless face. Luo Jianqing lowered his head slightly and said with a bitter voice, “Yes, you refuse to admit it. I am your disciple, so Wu Yin, you will never accept me in this lifetime. I don’t care about that, but I do care about your well-being. That pill is called Qing Jun. It is originally a healing elixir. I obtained it with great effort specifically to heal your severely injured primordial spirit. Wu Yin, regardless of anything else, could you… just see him once? Is that okay?”

Xuan Lingzi looked down at his disciple, speechless.

Luo Jianqing still held onto his waist tightly, embracing him. Their chests were pressed tightly together, and the distance between them was so close that it felt like they could feel each other’s intense heartbeat. Xuan Lingzi’s ears blushed involuntarily, and he wanted to push Luo Jianqing away, but his hands seemed beyond his control and couldn’t be lifted no matter what.

His disciple seemed to have never been this heartbroken before.

Luo Jianqing’s eyes reddened, as if he was about to cry, but he held back and didn’t let the tears fall. His voice was hoarse when he spoke, but he tried hard not to let himself notice it. By the end, everything had turned into a kind of plea. Luo Jianqing was pleading for him to see that elixir, pleading for himself to accept his goodwill.

This version of Luo Jianqing made it impossible for Xuan Lingzi to push him away.

Time seemed to flow backward in an instant, and everything returned to forty-one years ago!

At that time, he had foreseen the birth of an extraordinary genius with unparalleled aptitude in a thousand years. In astonishment, he immediately severed his primordial spirit and went out to investigate. On the vast Luo River, he saw that tiny baby. Wherever the child passed, the Luo River turned clear, and thunderbolts struck all around him but never harmed him, as if it was a kind of protection, shielding him from any disturbances.

That was the natural phenomenon of an extraordinary aptitude. Back then, he was surrounded by auspicious clouds and lotus blossoms stretching for thousands of miles, while this child was accompanied by thunderbolts and a clear Luo River. With great care, he lifted the child and saw those pitch-black pupils looking at him before the crying stopped.

Xuan Lingzi’s body stiffened, but the baby continued to gaze earnestly at him and then smiled. The child grabbed his own hair with those tiny hands, limbs flailing in disarray, but the eyes remained fixed on him, causing Xuan Lingzi’s heart and mind to tremble.

At that moment, Xuan Lingzi understood that this would be his only disciple in this lifetime.

“I am Wu Yin, Daoist name Xuan Lingzi. From now on, I am your master. You brought forth divine thunder and cleared the Luo River, and I shall give you the name Luo Jianqing.”

Time flew by, and before the child turned four, Xuan Lingzi entrusted him to the eldest senior brother, Zuo Yunmo, of Taihua Mountain. Four years later, he took the child back from Zuo Yunmo’s hands. The child looked at him timidly as if no longer recognizing him.

At that time, he suddenly felt his heart soften and spoke gently, “I am your master, Jianqing.”

Jianqing was not resolute in his will when he was young. While practicing meditation, he would often suddenly collapse, even falling onto Xuan Lingzi’s leg several times.

Xuan Lingzi had been cultivating for over three hundred years, an unparalleled genius rarely seen in a millennium, but he had never taken care of a child before. When Luo Jianqing slept soundly on his leg, he dared not move even a bit and lowered his gaze to look at the child.

Sometimes, one look lasted the whole day.

At night, he would fall asleep while holding Jianqing.

Jianqing was so small, curled up in his embrace, and the warmth transmitted from the child’s body made Xuan Lingzi unconsciously soften his cold expression, tightly embracing the child in his arms.

When Jianqing turned ten, Xuan Lingzi felt that everything should change. So he built a bamboo house and let Jianqing live there. On the first night, Jianqing actually sneaked over. In the midst of feeling disappointed and annoyed at the child for not obeying his instructions, Xuan Lingzi inexplicably felt a hint of happiness.

That night, he broke the rules and held the child to sleep again.

Unfortunately, after that, Jianqing never came again.

At the age of fourteen, Luo Jianqing could have started to build his foundation, but Xuan Lingzi ordered him to spend three years fighting in the Wanshou  Mountain.

It was Luo Jianqing’s first adventure, and when he returned, he had already grown into a handsome young man in a green robe. Xuan Lingzi was waiting at the top of Yuxiao Peak that day, but when he saw his disciple, he couldn’t help but be stunned.

Like a sword out of its sheath, radiance without equal!

Those beautiful eyes, lips, hair, and face, elegant and graceful, nothing could rival their beauty…

He saw the child step forward, bow to him, and say seriously, “Master.”

In that moment, Xuan Lingzi felt his normally calm heart tremble violently. He couldn’t believe his unfamiliar yet familiar disciple standing in front of him. He remembered that this child used to love rolling around in his arms as a baby, that he preferred vegetables to meat, that he would stay up all night practicing after being scolded, and he even remembered the scene from seventeen years ago when he found this child by the Luo River… everything was vividly clear in his mind!

But his heart was trembling.

He didn’t know when it started, but Xuan Lingzi had never been this close to anyone before. He had held this person to sleep for six whole years, poured all his heart and soul into teaching him. This person had been his entire focus for seventeen years, and then he realized that he had fallen in love with this person.

And this person was his disciple.

With no response from his master for a long time, Luo Jianqing looked up at Xuan Lingzi in surprise.

The pure and clear gaze of his disciple made Xuan Lingzi feel ashamed and utterly disgusted with himself. He had become so filthy and was actually lusting after his own disciple, fantasizing about him!

From then on, Xuan Lingzi actively distanced himself from Luo Jianqing, showing little concern for his well-being beyond necessary teachings. Except for that one time when Luo Jianqing returned from Wanshou Ridge, afflicted by the fiery venom of the Crimson Bronze Fire Ants. This venom was not fatal but caused excruciating pain throughout the body every seven days.

The Crimson Bronze Fire Ants were fifth-tier demonic beasts with low strength, but their venom was extremely troublesome with no known antidote.

Even Senior Yu Qingzi was helpless at the time, only able to suppress the toxicity. So Xuan Lingzi secluded himself for several days, searching through various ancient books and scriptures, until he finally found a seemingly feasible solution. He and Luo Jianqing entered the Moonlit Pool completely naked, palms pressed together, as Xuan Lingzi forcibly infused his spiritual energy into Luo Jianqing’s body, using the Moonlit Pool to draw out the venom.

The vile and despicable emotions had been well concealed by Xuan Lingzi over the past few years, to the point where he believed he had forgotten them. However, the three days in the Moonlit Pool became unbearable for Xuan Lingzi due to overwhelming shame: facing his stripped-down disciple, he could no longer control the growing emotions within him!

Those feelings grew like vines, entangling the principles and propriety in his heart, tempting and confusing him.

He even felt desire for his own disciple!

When the last trace of venom was forced out, Luo Jianqing moved and accidentally touched Xuan Lingzi’s divine soul. In an instant, a tingling sensation spread throughout Xuan Lingzi’s body, overwhelming him with uncontrollable emotions. He immediately embraced his disciple and kissed him, unable to restrain himself.

The shocked expression in Luo Jianqing’s eyes at that moment abruptly awakened Xuan Lingzi from the depths of his overwhelming lust.

He immediately waved his sleeve, removing Luo Jianqing’s memories, and then carried his unconscious disciple away.

From that point on, his interactions with Luo Jianqing became increasingly scarce. Xuan Lingzi gradually became confused about what his disciple was thinking, and their relationship was no longer as close as before. However, now his disciple clung to him tightly, loudly confessing his invisible, filthy thoughts, forcing Xuan Lingzi to confront them head-on.

But they were master and disciple, and such feelings were immoral, incestuous, and…

Xuan Lingzi suddenly widened his eyes as a scene of blood unfolded before him.

A cold and merciless sword, a cliff top with howling winds, numerous righteous cultivators watching with cold eyes, a person covered in blood but already devoid of breath… The entire world was bathed in crimson, and the blowing wind turned into viscous blood. The scent of bloody stench filled his nostrils. That person lay on the cliff top, their green robe stained with blood, their eyes forever closed, and a familiar sword pierced through their chest to the bone!

Xuan Lingzi couldn’t help but tremble uncontrollably, causing Luo Jianqing, who was holding him, to freeze for a moment. Luo Jianqing immediately let go of Xuan Lingzi and anxiously asked him what was wrong. However, Xuan Lingzi just continued to tremble incessantly. His eyes gradually filled with bloodshot veins, his face pale, and he seemed on the verge of madness.

Terrifying spiritual energy ran amok inside the bamboo house, but even in his deranged state, Xuan Lingzi didn’t harm Luo Jianqing in the slightest.

Luo Jianqing kept saying, “Master! Master, what’s wrong with you? Look at me. Is it an injury to your divine soul? I’ll immediately summon Qingjun to come over. I won’t ever force you again, I won’t threaten you anymore. Master, you, um…”

A fiery, scorching kiss suddenly descended, sealing Luo Jianqing’s lips. Luo Jianqing stared at Xuan Lingzi in disbelief, but his waist was locked tightly by a pair of arms as strong as steel, like shackles, preventing him from escaping.

Xuan Lingzi skillfully pried open Luo Jianqing’s teeth with his agile tongue, entering his mouth. That tongue passionately licked every inch of the oral cavity, teeth gently nibbled on plump lips, causing Luo Jianqing to emit a soft moan.

The tingling sensation spread from the point where their lips met, and in the end, unable to resist, Luo Jianqing embraced Xuan Lingzi’s waist, closed his eyes, and passionately responded to this sudden kiss.

They forgot where they were, they forgot what year and month it was, they forgot what it meant to be master and disciple, they forgot all the rules and conventions that opposed them!

Luo Jianqing was kissed so intensely by Xuan Lingzi that he felt dizzy, as if he couldn’t catch his breath, but Xuan Lingzi didn’t let go of him and continued to kiss him. The ambiguous and beautiful sounds of sucking between their lips and tongues were accompanied by a transparent silver thread that slid from the corner of Luo Jianqing’s lips, making his face blush.

When this kiss finally ended, Luo Jianqing’s lips were swollen, and he lowered his head, gasping for air, trying to steady his breathing. Before he could raise his head, he felt a cold teardrop fall on his cheek. Luo Jianqing stiffened all over and slowly lifted his head.

Xuan Lingzi lowered his gaze and silently watched him. An indescribable sorrow filled his usually cold face, as if he was in extreme pain and swallowed by infinite despair. Xuan Lingzi’s voice hoarse, he murmured in a very low voice, “Jianqing, don’t die, don’t die… What will I do if you die…”

Luo Jianqing couldn’t clearly hear his voice, “Master, what are you saying?”

In the next moment, Xuan Lingzi closed his eyes and fell backward.

Luo Jianqing panicked and caught him.

He saw Xuan Lingzi’s face turn pale, alternating between green and white, like golden paper, with lips devoid of color. Luo Jianqing was about to use his spiritual power to investigate Xuan Lingzi’s condition, but before his spiritual power could reach him, it was repelled by the turbulent spiritual power within Xuan Lingzi’s body.

Xuan Lingzi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Luo Jianqing watched in horror at this scene, disregarding the current situation, he immediately turned around and rushed out of the bamboo house, grabbing Qing Jun, who was drinking tea, and brought him to Xuan Lingzi’s room.

Mo Qiu, who was originally playing with a decoration in Luo Jianqing’s room, also hurriedly followed. Seeing Xuan Lingzi lying on the bamboo bed in a critical condition, Mo Qiu’s eyes narrowed, instinctively gathering dark energy, preparing to attack. But in just an instant, he saw Luo Jianqing pulling Qing Jun to Xuan Lingzi’s bedside, nervously trembling, asking Qing Jun to heal him.

Mo Qiu’s gaze froze when he saw Luo Jianqing’s swollen lips.

After a long time, Qing Jun said, “Elder Xuan Lingzi’s divine consciousness is indeed seriously injured, but I am just a pill, not a pill cultivator. I don’t understand what exactly happened to him. My cultivation level is far inferior to his. I’m afraid we need to find a cultivator in the Mahayana stage or above to determine the specific cause.”

Luo Jianqing immediately stood up and said, “I’ll go find Master Yuqing! Although she is only in the late stage of Tribulation Crossing, she is one of the most powerful alchemists in the world!”

However, before Luo Jianqing could leave, he was stopped by Mo Qiu.

Mo Qiu’s face was cold, and he looked at the anxious Luo Jianqing with a complex expression. He said, “I can find out what exactly happened to him.”

Mo Qiu took a step forward and after a moment, he retracted his spiritual power and said, “There were intense emotional fluctuations, and his divine consciousness was already severely injured. This time, it was further aggravated by the interference of his inner demons. The damage to his divine consciousness is even more severe. There’s no need to find someone else. This brat here can heal him.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Jianqing asked, “Are you sure?”

Qing Jun’s voice was calm as he said, “I trust him. Now that we know the cause, everything will be fine. You both should leave. I will activate my alchemical power to heal his divine consciousness. It may take some time, a minimum of three days and a maximum of seven days.”

Luo Jianqing immediately nodded and pulled Mo Qiu along as they left. Once outside, he left Mo Qiu aside and anxiously stood in front of the bamboo house, not moving an inch.

Time gradually passed, and the sound of his junior sister’s voice came from down the mountain.

Mo Qiu looked at Luo Jianqing expressionlessly, while Luo Jianqing stared at the door of the bamboo house.

Mo Qiu said, “Your junior sister is calling for you down there. Didn’t you say you were going to go down and explain to her and then find the sect master to clarify the situation? This brat will need at least three days of time. It’s not a big deal if you leave for now.”

Luo Jianqing blurted out, “I’ll talk to her after his injuries heal, it’s not too late!”

Mo Qiu furrowed his brows, remaining silent.

After observing Luo Jianqing for a while longer, Mo Qiu’s expression turned cold, and he turned away, his red robe seeming to condense into blood. He headed straight back to the bamboo house, slammed the door shut with a resounding noise, seemingly expressing his dissatisfaction and anger.

Three days later, Qing Jun came out of the bamboo house, looking pale. As soon as he saw Luo Jianqing, he said, “It’s fine now, your master has awakened.” In the next moment, this beautiful child transformed into a green pill and flew into Luo Jianqing’s palm.

Luo Jianqing stored the pill in his storage ring and immediately took a step forward, intending to open the door. However, as his hand touched the door, it was suddenly repelled by a barrier on the door. In disbelief, Luo Jianqing stared at the door for a while before hoarsely shouting, “Wu Yin!”

No one answered from inside the house.

Luo Jianqing gritted his teeth and stood up, saying, “Wu Yin, what do you want to do? Three days ago, you kissed me first and then pulled me into your embrace. Since you’ve already done that, why are you now shutting me out!”

Still, there was no sound.

Anger and worry raced through Luo Jianqing’s heart at this moment, and in the end, he actually gave up. He whispered, “Forget it, if you don’t want to come out, I won’t force you. But Master, your disciple is extremely concerned about your well-being. Is your body alright? Have you fully recovered? Do you still need…”

“Jianqing,” a hoarse and weak voice made Luo Jianqing’s body stiffen, “give me… a little more time.”

This time, Wu Yin didn’t refer to himself as “this master.”

Under the scorching sun, a figure in green stood for a long time. The bamboo forest swayed, and the flowing clouds drifted by. The days of worry had left Luo Jianqing’s face exhausted. He gazed at the tightly closed door for a long while before softly laughing and bowing, “Alright, disciple will take his leave first.”

Luo Jianqing fled from there as if escaping, but he didn’t return to his bamboo house.

He stood in a simple stone pavilion, silently watching for a long time, then suddenly took out Shuang Fu from his forehead and began to practice his sword!

Wherever the sword energy swept through, it carved out grooves like gullies. The resilient green bamboo fell one after another under the sharp sword light. The figure in green danced amidst the bamboo forest, while in the quiet bamboo house nearby, the red-robed demonic cultivator stood with a cold expression by the window, watching Luo Jianqing practice his sword.

“Xuan Lingzi, oh Xuan Lingzi, you’ve actually fallen in love with your own disciple. If this were to be known to the world, who would still respect you as Xuan Lingzi? Among the four paths of Dao, Buddha, Ghost, and Demon, you would be the outcast. As long as the world knows this news, then…”

Mo Qiu’s voice abruptly stopped, his gaze fixed tightly on the green-clad cultivator practicing his sword. He looked for a long time before slowly shifting his gaze away.

“Forget it, since we are life and death friends… for your sake, I won’t spread this news.”

Surprisingly, none of these words from Mo Qiu were heard by Xuan Lingzi, who was only a few meters away.

At this time, Mount Taihua was filled with rumors. When someone started spreading the rumor that “The eldest senior brother has brought back three beautiful women this time, each one as beautiful as a fairy,” Hao Xingzi couldn’t sit still any longer. He personally came to Yuxiao Peak.

In response, Luo Jianqing remained silent for a moment and said, “Sect Master, these are all misunderstandings. That red-robed cultivator is my good friend, and as you have seen, he is a man. He is very interested in our Taihua Sect’s grand competition this time, so he came with me. As for the child-like figure…” He paused and continued, “He is also my friend.”

The nine-grade pill in his storage ring finally settled down, no longer restless: Luo Jianqing did not betray them.