The Daily Task of Preventing My Disciple from Turning to the Dark Side Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Yan Yang Palace, where Mu Chen resided, was located to the north of Chongyun Sect and was one of the five peaks with the richest spiritual energy. The entire Yan Yang Peak stood tall, reaching into the clouds, but its mountaintop had been cut flat by a sword, revealing the predominantly crimson Yan Yang Palace. When viewed from a distance, it appeared shrouded in mist and possessed a grand atmosphere, while a closer look revealed intricately carved railings and polished jade, along with flying eaves.

Upon landing, a tranquil medicinal fragrance filled the air, and the rich spiritual energy brought a comfortable sensation to every inch of the skin. Especially in front of the main hall where Mu Chen lived, there was a large area of golden bamboo forest. The bamboo swayed with the wind, and dappled sunlight passed through the leaves, sprinkling the ground with a golden hue. Countless divine herbs and spiritual medicines, which were rare and precious outside, lay like weeds beneath the golden bamboo.

A spiritual spring meandered around the fairy palace on the left, and a waterfall cascaded on the right. The medicine fields extended for hundreds of miles, and the calls of immortal cranes could be heard from the back mountain.

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Taking in all the scenery, Gu Yunjue’s gaze fell on a white jade stone table in the bamboo forest, with a wine pot, two wine cups, and an unfinished chess game on top. Thinking of the person who was treated so affectionately by Mu Chen… Gu Yunjue narrowed his eyes and hugged Mu Chen’s thigh, smiling sweetly, “Disciple wants to live with Shifu.”

Mu Chen furrowed his brows, looking down at Gu Yunjue, who clung to his leg without letting go. Worried, he asked, “Do you… still wet the bed?”

Gu Yunjue’s lips twitched, and his hands trembled. Bedwetting… his little Shifu was just not adorable at all.

Mu Chen kept looking down at his disciple with a serious expression. He really wanted to know if his little disciple still wet the bed. If that were the case, he couldn’t let him sleep together with him. Sensing the trembling “guilt” in his disciple’s grip on his thigh, Mu Chen raised an eyebrow knowingly. It seemed that the bedwetting phase was still ongoing, and it was better to sleep separately.

Two teenage dao disciples, both around thirteen or fourteen years old, approached Mu Chen as he returned. They landed before him, and in unison, they greeted, “Palace Master.” The twin brothers looked exceptionally handsome, dressed in identical white robes. One had a cold and stern demeanor, carrying a long sword on his back, with a posture that exuded sharpness and determination. The other had a smile on his face and was keenly observing Gu Yunjue, showing a lively and playful personality. He held a peculiar black flute in his hand, with a bone charm hanging from it, swaying playfully with his movements.

Mu Chen introduced them to Gu Yunjue, saying, “The one not smiling is Jing Ting, and the one who smiles a lot is Jing Ming. You can go to them if you need anything.” Although they addressed themselves as disciples, Jing Ting and Jing Ming were not Mu Chen’s direct disciples; they were simply his dao attendants and could even be considered his spiritual beasts. They were not humans but two demon beasts that resembled dogs. Mu Chen found them in a secret realm, injured, and took them in out of habit. After nursing them back to health, the two brothers decided to stay here. It had been over ten years since then.

Mu Chen instructed, “Jing Ming, tidy up the attic next to mine for Yun’er to stay in.”

Upon hearing “next door,” Jing Ming visibly paused, but then nodded with great enthusiasm, “Yes, I’ll arrange it right away.”

Watching Jing Ming happily trotting away, Gu Yunjue narrowed his eyes. He hadn’t expected those two troublesome little creatures to follow shifu so early.

Mu Chen patted Gu Yunjue’s head, interrupting his thoughts, and told him, “First, wash yourself clean and take off these clothes. From now on, you are not allowed to wear black clothes.”

Thinking about an older Gu Yunjue dressed in black, matching his unparalleled beauty, but also ruthless and merciless, Mu Chen felt somewhat displeased. This obedient little disciple in this lifetime must not end up like that.

As Mu Chen was about to leave, his thigh was hugged again. The action made the attendants on the side gasp in amazement, their eyes filled with admiration. The last time someone had shamelessly grabbed the Palace Master’s sleeve, they were kicked away by the Palace Master and couldn’t be seen anywhere. But this one dared to directly hug his thigh… 

Brave hero! So audacious!

Mu Chen tugged a little, but surprisingly, he couldn’t pull Gu Yunjue off. The grip was remarkably tight.

Gu Yunjue looked up pitifully, sticking to Mu Chen’s thigh like a piece of adhesive plaster. “Shifu, don’t go!” The inexplicable aura of spiritual power emanating from Mu Chen was something he hadn’t figured out yet. It was an excellent opportunity to take a bath together and honestly share their secrets.

Mu Chen thought that Gu Yunjue might be a little scared since he was new here. Helplessly, he picked him up and had someone bring hot water. Mu Chen intended to personally bathe his little disciple. The attendants, while bringing the water, couldn’t help but steal glances at Gu Yunjue, amazed that the Palace Master had actually compromised. It seemed that they would have to serve this little master wholeheartedly from now on.

However, Jing Ting’s eyes seemed somewhat uneasy as he looked at Gu Yunjue.

Mu Chen took out a bottle of medicinal liquid and dropped a drop into the water. As the water turned green and spiritual energy surged, he lifted Gu Yunjue, who was gazing towards the door, intending to throw him into the tub.

“Shifu!” Gu Yunjue clung to Mu Chen’s arm and hurriedly said, “I can do it myself!”

Only then did Mu Chen put Gu Yunjue down, feeling that his little disciple was indeed very considerate. He could do everything by himself; he was such an independent and good child.

Seeing that Mu Chen had no intention of changing clothes, Gu Yunjue temporarily put aside his investigative thoughts. He always remembered that he was just a child and that if he showed any sign of acting, he would have been killed long ago in that environment. So he played the role of a five-year-old child to the fullest.

He wasn’t being pretentious either; he took off his outer garments and climbed into the tub. However, with his current stature being so short, his movements were somewhat awkward.

In Mu Chen’s eyes, this short-limbed little disciple was like a rat climbing up a lantern to steal oil, clinging to the edge of the tub, unable to climb up or come down, looking utterly awkward.

Finally, a hint of amusement appeared in Mu Chen’s eyes. He reached out and supported the boy’s buttocks with one hand while casually tearing up the inner garment with the other, not even leaving him any underwear, and tossed it into the water, splashing a big splash.

Gu Yunjue clung to the edge of the tub, helplessly spitting out water. Shifu was still… so direct!

When Gu Yunjue’s skin was exposed in front of him, Mu Chen froze on the spot, feeling like his heart was being twisted. The small child’s slender back was covered with countless scars, not just on his back but also on his chest and limbs, even some with bite marks, indicating they were made by a woman judging from the shape of the bite marks.

The most severe wound was on his chest, not fully healed yet. It seemed to have been pierced by a hairpin, and if it had gone deeper, it would have hit his heart. Someone wanted to kill Gu Yunjue!

Mu Chen’s face turned cold in an instant, and his voice was tinged with anger as he asked, “Who wanted to kill you?” This child would grow up with a twisted and bloodthirsty nature, and it must have a lot to do with his childhood experiences! Being just a five-year-old child, who could be so ruthless?

The water in the tub was mixed with the medicated water that Mu Chen had added. Gu Yunjue could feel spiritual energy constantly flowing into his body, tingling and somewhat painful. He leaned on the edge of the tub and touched Mu Chen’s face, smiling, “It was my mother. She thought giving birth to me was her shame.” Seeing Mu Chen’s face grow colder, Gu Yunjue couldn’t help but caress his finger; he knew how beautiful his smiling face was, but unfortunately, it rarely appeared, and there weren’t many things that could make his shifu smile.

Though only at the Foundation Establishment stage with his Cultivating Demonic Soul Technique, Gu Yunjue’s soul from his previous life was already in the Nascent Soul stage. He could clearly see the colors of other people’s souls—white for goodness, black for evil, and red for killing. He had seen many souls that were a mix of colors. Only Mu Chen, even though he had killed, still had a clean, pure white soul. So pure that it was a color only seen in children, making Gu Yunjue both tempted to blacken it and secretly wanting to protect and preserve its purity.

Looking at this cold person in front of him, he actually got angry for him… Gu Yunjue excitedly licked the corner of his lips, squinting his eyes into a slit. This feeling is so nostalgic.

Mu Chen discontentedly swatted away Gu Yunjue’s paw, giving him a cold glare. This spoiled little brat dared to even touch his face. Doesn’t he understand the importance of respecting the master?

Seeing his little disciple behaving obediently, Mu Chen untied the messy hair tied on the child’s head, dipped it in water, and instructed, “Soak for half an hour before coming out. I’ll be going out for a while.”

“Where is Master going?” Mu Chen’s temperament was such that if he thought of something, he would immediately act on it. Now, what he’s going to do, Gu Yunjue couldn’t quite figure out.

“To the main peak,” Mu Chen said as he walked to the door. Still not at ease, he instructed the disciple guarding the door, Jing Ting, “Check on him later.” He was afraid that his little disciple might fall into the water and not be able to climb back up, drowning in the bucket.

Jing Ting quickly replied, “Disciple will remember.”

“After he changes his clothes, introduce him to the palace servants, and anyone with bad intentions should have their legs broken and thrown out.” Seeing Gu Yunjue covered in injuries, Mu Chen couldn’t bear it. He could already imagine the kind of life Gu Yunjue had before. This made him recall his own treatment as a child, and his face grew even colder. He wouldn’t let his disciple suffer any grievances, giving him the best of everything, caring for him alone. As for parents, hmph.

After Mu Chen left, Gu Yunjue silently raised the corners of his mouth. With his small face, the smile carried a bloodthirsty and crazed vibe. It’s great; he’s back here again and can live with his Shifu. No one would have thought that by cultivating demonic techniques to the highest level, Gu Yunjue could reverse time. They thought they had killed him, but little did they know that they sent him back a hundred years!

At this moment, what are those hypocrites doing?

Pursuing the Dao, suffering and cultivating?

Killing for treasures while maintaining a facade of righteousness?

Preaching about benevolence, righteousness, and morality from their high horses?

Or secretly scheming to win his shifu’s favor and seek a highly talented and beautiful alchemy cultivator as their Dao companion?

Gu Yunjue looked at his own hand and suddenly smiled with a hint of playfulness. A crimson flame danced lightly at his fingertips, like a seductive demon, filled with allure while harboring deadly intent.

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Author’s note: 

Irresponsible little theater:

Late at night, Gu Yunjue appeared in Mu Chen’s bedroom, hugging a pillow with a playful smile. He called out, “Shifu please take me in.”

Mu Chen asked, “Why?”

Gu Yunjuereplied, “I wet the bed, hehe.”

Mu Chen asked, “Is there a way to prevent it?”

Gu Yunjue answered, “Tie a rope around my thing to prevent bedwetting, hehe.”

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