Chapter 23
Gu Yun Jue reached out to undo Mu Chen’s belt, having to stand on tiptoe to reach due to Mu Chen’s height and long legs.
Having to stretch to undress his master, Gu Yun Jue pursed his lips, feeling dissatisfied with his own body for the first time. This sense of powerlessness made him, accustomed to control, unexpectedly anxious, his movements becoming even more hurried. It was less undressing and more like tearing the clothes off.
Seeing this, Mu Chen wondered if he had gone too far. His little disciple was so young and already so filial; how could he tease a five-year-old child? A pang of guilt struck Mu Chen’s heart.
Grasping the child’s hands and declining his service, Mu Chen willed his robes to disappear, leaving him clad only in white undergarments. Gu Yun Jue instinctively wanted to turn his head, reminding himself inwardly: This person is my master, the only one who has treated me sincerely in both lifetimes. I respect him, my desire to protect him is devout. Using a child’s guise to lull Master into a false sense of security is already disrespectful, and looking at his body is truly improper.
However, the possessiveness within him surged at this moment. He wanted to know everything about his master, to stain this pure person with his own scent and warmth. This thought, deeply buried since their reunion, had now been triggered, erupting uncontrollably, devouring all his reason.
Reason and desire clashed and clamored within him.
Mu Chen, oblivious, stood in the water, brushing his wet hair back from his chest. Seeing Gu Yun Jue standing dazedly on the bank, he smiled faintly, extending a hand. “Don’t be afraid. Come down.”
His jade-like skin, upon entering the water, instantly took on a misty sheen, appearing even more delicate and luminous. His bare upper body, though somewhat slender, possessed exceptionally graceful lines. He tilted his head back, his long neck accentuating the curve, the water rippling enticingly with his movements. Shedding his usual coldness, Mu Chen’s lips now held a faint smile, his clear, bright eyes resembling the crescent moon in the night sky.
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Mu Chen, hearing this confession, paused slightly, then smiled. “Master likes you too.” Such an obedient little disciple, surely everyone would adore him. He must keep a close watch.
Gu Yun Jue licked his lips, a harmless smile on his delicate face. “Then will the Master always stay with me?”
Mu Chen’s eyes seemed to shimmer. He gave a light promise. “Yes.” This child, if left unattended even for a moment, could plunge the three realms into chaos. How could he allow him to roam freely? What if he were to be seduced by demon cultivators again, repeating the mistakes of his past life? He would definitely keep this adorable little thing by his side.
Having received this assurance, Gu Yun Jue narrowed his eyes, chuckling softly before plunging, fully clothed, into the water towards Mu Chen. Mu Chen quickly caught him, holding him tightly in his arms, feigning anger. “Mischievous!”
“Wherever Master is, even the abyssal hells, I dare to leap.”
“Nonsense!”
“Master, help me undress.”
“Do it yourself.”
“I can’t, Master, help me.”
“Silly!”
…
Mu Chen had no resistance against this affectionate little disciple. His stern facade crumbled instantly before the child’s soft demeanor. Sighing, he helped his disciple undress, holding him close.
Half a year had passed since the child’s arrival. He had grown considerably, his wounds long healed, his body filling out, his little bottom becoming noticeably rounder. Unable to resist, Mu Chen held the child, kneading his small arms, legs, belly, and bottom, not even sparing his little feet. After this thorough massage, a playful glint entered his usually cold eyes.
“From now on, bathe with me,” Mu Chen declared.
Gu Yun Jue clung tightly to Mu Chen’s neck, their skin pressed together without a gap, replying obediently, “Okay.”
Mu Chen smiled with satisfaction. Both master and disciple were dressed in identical white robes, enhancing the affectionate look in his eyes. These robes look like father-son outfits. I can have them made the same from now on.
Gu Yun Jue, standing on a stone, used his spiritual energy to dry Mu Chen’s hair and meticulously straighten his robes. This filled Mu Chen with immense satisfaction. Pinching the child’s cheek again, he sighed inwardly: So filial at such a young age, definitely a good child who will grow up right.
When the master and disciple returned to the main hall hand-in-hand, Jing Ting had already returned from the Yan Yang Palace. Upon seeing Mu Chen, his gaze was indeed evasive, just as Gu Yun Jue had predicted. Mu Chen felt slightly awkward, thinking that he shouldn’t treat teenagers like children anymore and must maintain a proper distance to avoid misunderstandings.
Gu Yun Jue glanced at Mu Chen, a smile gracing his alluring peach blossom eyes, even the tear mole at the corner of his eye becoming more captivating with the added mirth.
The black egg, perched on the windowsill, cautiously observed the two, its scarlet eyes fixated on Gu Yun Jue’s strengthened soul. A flicker of greed flashed in its eyes before Gu Yun Jue suddenly turned, his gaze fixed on it, filled with undisguised contempt.
The black egg flinched, covering its face with its short wings, shrinking back in fear. Unfortunately, having shrunk, it had lost its feathers, and its two fleshy wings couldn’t cover its head. Thus, this abyssal demon shrank further, resembling a quail shivering in the snow.
Gu Yun Jue clicked his tongue, bade farewell to Mu Chen, picked up the black egg, and leisurely returned to his room.
The black egg huddled on the table, covering its mouth, afraid to speak. This person had warned it that its voice was unpleasant and threatened to chop off its wings if it disturbed his master.
Gu Yun Jue rested his chin on his hand, tapping rhythmically on the table with his index finger, contemplating the black fluff ball. According to his senses, Ji Qing Yuan had completely succumbed to demonic energy, which would be perfect nourishment for this little creature. A Nascent Soul stage soul would be sufficient for the black egg to advance. Even caged like a duckling, it should be a useful duckling. There would be many uses for it in the future.
The black egg craned its neck, awaiting Gu Yun Jue’s judgment of its fate with despair. Its scarlet eyes darted around in the lamplight until, exhausted, they finally stilled. Gu Yun Jue spoke casually, his clear, gentle voice laced with malice, “There aren’t many of your kind left, are there? One wrong step and you’ll be extinct.”
The three golden feathers atop the black egg’s head instantly drooped. It immediately raised its wings in surrender, showering flattery. “I promise to follow you, enjoying the best food and drink, becoming a king of the mountain, robbing and pillaging, committing all sorts of evil, and I’ll definitely snatch a phoenix to breed a whole nest…”
“Little duckling!” Gu Yun Jue chuckled, his voice laced with mischief.
The black egg muttered softly, “I’m not a duck.”
Gu Yun Jue raised an eyebrow.
“I am a duck.” To survive, being a duck was acceptable. Even if he called it a worm, it would agree.
Gu Yun Jue poked the three golden feathers on the black egg’s head with satisfaction. A smile graced his face, but the killing intent in his words sent a shiver through the abyssal demon’s soul. “Can you refine a Nascent Soul stage soul?”
Absolutely!
The black egg wanted to cling to Gu Yun Jue’s leg, shamelessly proclaiming him its ancestor. “Yes, yes, yes! I’ll eat as much as you give me! I won’t refuse anything!”
Gu Yun Jue smiled faintly, a genuine hint of amusement in his eyes as he looked at the black egg. When his little master’s fire poison acted up, his soul would be scorched. If he remembered correctly, the first episode would occur in ten years. The soul devoured by the Three-Legged Golden Crow would be refined into pure white, remarkably similar to his little master’s pure soul. At that time, it would be perfect nourishment to strengthen his little master’s soul.
This little thing is worth keeping.
Completely unaware that it had become a refining machine, the black egg happily hopped down, rubbing against Gu Yun Jue’s foot in bliss.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Gu Yun Jue turned to see Mu Chen standing there, watching them, his expression unreadable, as if he had overheard something.
The black egg’s heart chilled, shrinking back in fear once more.
Author’s Notes:
Irresponsible Short Play:
Black Cat: “Little Master, I want to write your disciple as your child bride, a vicious beauty, ruthless and morally bankrupt, who begs for your attention the moment he sees you. What do you think?”
Mu Chen Σ( ° △ °)
Black Cat: “Don’t be afraid, Little Master. I’ll castrate him before delivering him to your bed. You can have him eight hundred times, yes, eight hundred times! Sauce, sauce, brew, brew, sauce, sauce, moan, moan, groan, groan… Then flip him over and do it another eight hundred times, making him cry and beg for you to stop!” ╮(╯▽╰)╭
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