The Daily Task of Preventing My Disciple from Turning to the Dark Side Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Jing Ming and Chu Qianshuang, being young at heart, took Gu Yunjue to the Chongyun Sect’s disciples’ designated sparring grounds after they met up. They had a fight with some people, which wasn’t satisfying enough, so they decided to go to a mountain peak specifically for nurturing spiritual beasts, planning to bring a few back.

For some inexplicable reason, the previously obedient spiritual beasts suddenly went berserk. Even the ones that hadn’t signed a contract desperately tried to escape. Gu Yunjue didn’t know why he was so unlucky; he ended up with a ferocious Snow Eagle that injured him with a flap of its wing, even though Jing Ming protected him, and he still sustained some minor injuries.

When Mu Chen saw Gu Yunjue’s injured shoulder, he held Gu Yunjue tightly and didn’t let go. He watched as his disciple grabbed a strand of his hair and leaned against him, acting cute. Mu Chen felt somewhat worried. Gu Yunjue was too fond of acting cute, and his personality didn’t seem assertive. Would he be bullied in the future?

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Mu Chen grabbed Gu Yunjue’s hand, feeling somewhat helpless. His disciple was timid, clingy, and mischievous. What should he do?

For the next few days, Mu Chen didn’t dare to let Gu Yunjue go out again. Their life became more routine. In the morning, he would wake his disciple up for practice, feed him breakfast, and teach him to identify herbs. At noon, he would feed him lunch. In the afternoon, Gu Yunjue would practice swordsmanship with Jing Ting or train with Jing Ming at the Hanyang Palace. In the evening, Mu Chen would personally feed his disciple dinner. At night, he would watch his disciple copy calligraphy. He only meditated and rested when he was sure Gu Yunjue was asleep.

Perhaps the incident with the kick had left a psychological impact on Gu Yunjue. He no longer mentioned being scared at night and wanting to sleep together, which left Mu Chen feeling somewhat disappointed.

Recently, Gu Yunjue’s complexion had become rosy, and he had grown taller. His hair had become smoother, making it more pleasant to touch. Why wouldn’t he crawl into his embrace anymore?

Gu Yunjue was also conflicted. He had already absorbed the demonic cultivation from the last time, and he had nearly absorbed it all. It flowed smoothly within him, and with one more absorption, he could reach foundation building. But how could he find an opportunity to sneak into the Master’s room again? Would the Master suspect him if he did it again while he was asleep?

In the evening, Mu Chen lay on the soft couch in Gu Yunjue’s room, propping his head up with his hand as he watched Gu Yunjue read. He had changed out of his splendid robes and Daoist attire, wearing only a white inner garment. His hair crown had been removed, and his waist-length black hair cascaded freely over the white cloud-patterned silk sheets. The usual air of composure and severity had faded away, revealing a lazy side of him that no one else had ever seen. Several bright black moon lamps around him cast a soft glow, adding an extra touch of casualness.

Gu Yunjue was reading, but his gaze couldn’t help but stray to the side. He was sure he was the only one who had ever seen Mu Chen like this. The inexplicable emotions in his heart began to surge again. Gu Yunjue put down the book and quietly stared at Mu Chen as if his soul had been captivated, unable to tear his eyes away.

“What’s wrong? Is there something you don’t understand?” Mu Chen slightly raised himself up, leaning against the soft couch and beckoning for Gu Yunjue to come closer.

Gu Yunjue’s lips curved, revealing a faint smile. Holding the book, he nestled into Mu Chen’s embrace, inhaling the faint, cool fragrance that surrounded him. He drew nearer and said, “Right here, disciple doesn’t understand.”

Mu Chen glanced at the book, which depicted a herb with thorns and three small yellow fruits. He nodded knowingly and said, “This is the Woodchill Herb, isn’t it? What don’t you understand?”

“Why can its roots be used in medicine, but its leaves are highly toxic?”

“All things in nature have their opposites. Many poisonous substances have antidotes in their vicinity, and sometimes poison can be used to counteract poison. Take this Woodchill Herb, for example. Its roots and stems can be used in medicine, with properties such as dispelling wind, stopping coughs, promoting blood circulation, and relieving muscle pain. However, harvesting it can be tricky. To neutralize the toxicity of the leaves, you just need these yellow fruits. Applying their juice to your hands ensures you won’t be affected by the poison. When you boil the leaves and fruits together, it becomes an essential ingredient for detoxification pills.” Perhaps in a good mood, Mu Chen explained in exceptional clarity. Gu Yunjue simply lay in Mu Chen’s arms, resting his head on Mu Chen’s chest, and continued to inquire, “What about this one?”

“September Red, can detoxify after ten years of growth, but becomes poisonous after twenty years. After thirty years, its red flowers turn purple, sealing one’s throat with a drop of blood.”

“And this one?”

“This one…”

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As master and disciple exchanged questions and answers, a warm and tranquil atmosphere flowed in the air, making it difficult to disturb. When Gu Yunjue had finished asking his questions, Mu Chen gave him a final examination and found that his young disciple had remembered everything. He was satisfied and got up to let Gu Yunjue take a bath and rest.

Just as he was about to leave, a small hand grabbed his sleeve. Mu Chen gently lowered his head and saw his young disciple looking at him with a shy and tentative expression. He asked, “Master, can I sleep with you?”

Mu Chen blinked and instantly agreed, “Sure.” Gu Yunjue’s psychological shadow from being thrown earlier had disappeared, which was a relief!

As Mu Chen walked away, he couldn’t help but find it amusing. This little one, he looked so silly every time he smiled. If he smiled more in the future, would this child become more cheerful? With that thought in mind, Mu Chen playfully curled his lips, and his smile became even more evident than before.

Gu Yunjue, covering his heart, suddenly felt stuffy in the room, and his breathing became unsteady.

When Gu Yunjue came to find him, Mu Chen was studying a prescription. He gestured for his disciple to sleep inside, ensuring he wouldn’t be thrown off the bed.

Gu Yunjue narrowed his eyes and quickly climbed onto the bed. Just as he was about to embrace Mu Chen’s waist, a disciple’s voice came from outside the door, “Palace Master, Elder Zhen Ren has sent someone with a message.”

Mu Chen furrowed his brows. A message this late at night? Must be urgent.

Gu Yunjue had noticed Mu Chen’s impatience. His master had spoken quite a bit tonight, and it was clear he didn’t want to talk anymore. Without waiting for Mu Chen to speak, Gu Yunjue preempted, “May I inquire about the nature of Elder Zhen Ren’s message?”

The disciple paused for a moment upon hearing Gu Yunjue’s young voice but then continued, “Elder Zhen Ren says that Daoist Xing Xuan of the Wan Jian Sect has arrived in Qiyang City. He has sent an invitation and hopes that you, Palace Master, will not refuse.”

Gu Yunjue squinted his eyes, his thoughts racing. He asked, “Who is accompanying Daoist Xing Xuan?”

“I heard it’s his junior brother of the Sect master, Daoist Ji Qingyuan.”

“Ji Qingyuan!” Mu Chen’s face turned cold, and he wished he could tear that name to shreds. He grabbed his white robe from the screen and swiftly put it on. The white robe, made from the finest willow silk leaves, was even softer after refining. When it sliced through the air, it made a crackling sound. Flames of white fire adorned the hem.

Sensing Mu Chen’s intentions, Gu Yunjue rushed to follow him, his figure turning into a white streak of light, closely following Mu Chen without lagging behind.

As Gu Yunjue looked at the canopy of the bed, his face grew darker. It felt like Mu Chen had just tossed him aside like a sandbag. This feeling of being discarded was truly unpleasant, and he mentally made a note to himself. If he ever had the chance to defy his master, he would throw Mu Chen onto the bed a few times to make him experience this feeling.

After setting up a soundproof barrier, Gu Yunjue retrieved a jade talisman from his spatial ring and crushed it. After a moment, the image of an old man with a red beard appeared in the air. Seeing Gu Yunjue’s serious expression instead of his usual childlike appearance, the old man bowed respectfully and said, “Greetings, Young Master.”

The innocent smile had disappeared from Gu Yunjue’s face, especially in his eyes. When out of Mu Chen’s sight, they turned even darker and more profound, devoid of any emotion when looking at others. Despite his young age, he exuded a formidable aura that couldn’t be underestimated. He asked calmly, “Where has the Wan Jian Sect’s group settled?”

The old man hurriedly replied, “They are staying at the Luo Xian Building, which is affiliated with the Chongyun Sect.”

Gu Yunjue picked up his outer robe and calmly put it on. His tone remained flat but carried a hint of menace, “Send a few people ahead. If anyone dares to harm a hair on my master’s head, execute them without mercy.”

Once the old man’s image disappeared, Gu Yunjue’s eyes showed a hint of regret. His current body was too small, and his cultivation was too low. He needed to establish his own power to protect his master and confront his father, breaking free from his destiny.

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Author’s Note: A little irresponsible mini theater:

Gu Yunjue: “I should throw Master onto the bed a few times so he can experience this feeling.”

Decades later, Gu Yunjue: “First time!” “Second time!” “Third time!” “Fourth time!” “…Countless times!”

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