“Master!”
Ning Shu couldn’t help but cry out.
And Zhao Fang’s body, suddenly, a powerful demonic cultivator within him shivered with fear: “Quick! Leave here quickly!”
Zhao Fang was unwilling to accept defeat. He felt his meridians were almost shattered throughout his body. The legendary Godless Lord, was he truly this powerful?
He had finally gotten this opportunity, and on top of that, he learned that the relationship between Sikong Henger and the young man was more than just that of master and student.
Si Kong Hengyu caught sight of the demonic aura emanating from the young man at a glance. His light-colored eyes seemed to pierce through the other’s very being. In a cold and ruthless tone, he said: “So that’s how it is.”
The cultivators inside screamed, he had already seen the cultivation realm of Si Kong Hengyu now, it had reached a terrifying level. If they fought, their souls might be scattered, how could they cultivate their bodies then? He immediately told Zhao Fang to escape quickly, or it would be too late.
All that remained was the chilling aura of death surrounding Si Kong Hengyu, his hand gripping a sword with an aura so menacing it sent shivers down one’s spine. He clearly had murderous intent; the powerful demon cultivator had no choice but to abandon their cultivation and use a forbidden spell to teleport Zhao Fang, the naive boy, along with them through space.
Even so, Si Kong Heng Yu’s powerful divine sense had left its mark on them.
So, ignoring the two of them, he went towards the young man.
Ning Shu didn’t speak, for Shizun’s expression was frigid at this moment. His gaze bore into him, as if something turbulent surged within. If not for Si Kong Hengyu’s deliberate suppression, he would have been injured long ago.
The visitor, clad in a snowy white robe, fixed his gaze on the youth’s slightly disheveled clothes.
Ning Shu pursed her lips slightly, and the next moment, she sensed a frosty aura enveloping him. From head to toe, Si Kong Hengyu had never spoken a word to him. But he felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart, a hint of unease rising within him.
….
Ning Shu was brought back to Tianqi Peak.
His Master placed him in the spirit spring, silently stripping away his clothes. The endless coldness in his eyes seemed like it could freeze the young man solid.
Ning Shu couldn’t help shivering, and he blurted out: “…Master, he didn’t do anything to me.”
But Sikong Hengyu didn’t pay him any mind, he just stripped him of all his clothes. Ning Shu trembled as he took a cold bath in the spirit spring, and then was picked up by the man and placed on the jade couch.
Ning Shu’s lips were slightly pale, and her eyelashes were a little damp.
Si Kong Hengyu’s icy voice came over, “Do you really want to leave your master’s side?”
Ning Shu blinked her eyes, and the dewdrops on her eyelashes finally fell. Upon hearing this, she couldn’t help but fall silent for a while before saying, “…disciple knows he was wrong.”
The All-powerful God didn’t pay heed to his apology, merely saying: “When did your vigilance become so low? He is in the Demon Realm, and you had no suspicions whatsoever, following him willingly?”
He spoke with his eyes downcast.
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Ning Shu moved his lips, but couldn’t say a word. He could sense that this time, his master was truly angry. In the past, even when he was angered, it would only take a few days for him to calm down. But he had never used such a terrifying attitude towards him before.
For a moment, I was at a loss and didn’t know what to do.
He opened his mouth and said, “ … It is the disciple who failed to recognize people clearly, which led to such a great mistake. Master, if you want to punish me, then punish me.”
Si Kong Hengyu, however, ignored him and turned to leave: “If I don’t make you remember this lesson, are you going to forget even your master?”
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Ning Shu was at a loss. He didn’t know how his master intended to deal with him. With a heart full of anxiety and unease, he spent the night in his master’s bedroom in a daze.
During that time, my master came once and I gave him a bowl of something.
Ning Shu didn’t know what the thing was, and he initially resisted. But Si Kong Hengyu saw through him and didn’t soften his expression at all, forcing him to drink the bowl of liquid.
He felt a strange sense of injustice for a moment.
Perhaps because in the past, even when Si Kong Hengyu was angry, he wouldn’t treat him this way. After Ning Shu drank the medicine, she felt warm and a little sleepy.
I don’t know if it’s his illusion, but I always feel that the master comes to see me when I’m asleep. He even puts his big hand on my forehead, with a slight coolness.
The young man unconsciously grasped the other’s hand, feeling a little dazed: “…Is Master still angry about taking on disciples?”
This person remained silent.
Just as Ning Shu thought it was her own hallucination, she heard the man’s cold voice tinged with a hint of something unspoken: “If you want to hate, then hate me.”
“I have never claimed to be a gentleman. In the past, I adhered to the principles of righteousness, but that was only because this vast cultivation world simply did not offer what I desired.”
Ning Shu couldn’t quite understand what her Shizun was saying.
He just blinked his eyes a little dazedly. Si Kong Hengyu touched his head, those light-colored pupils looking over: “Look, you seem so well-behaved on the surface. Even your master believes it, but every time you do something that angers me, this master doesn’t know what to do with you.”
Ning Shu wanted to shrink back from his touch, but the other person seemed to sense his intentions and didn’t budge.
Sikuohengyu kissed his lips: “…It turns out there’s not just one Liuxueying, you’ve also recruited a fellow disciple. When you grow up even more in the future, won’t those who covet you become even more numerous? This master is only striking first to gain an advantage.”
Ning Shu only felt her body was a little soft, she looked at the master in front of her.
The other party reached out and pulled down the curtain. A white expanse unfolded, and the young man only saw the palace dome. In the vast hall, Si Kong Hengyu, at some point unknown, had already removed his clothes.
Ning Shu wore an expression of bewilderment.
He stared at his master’s copper body, seeming to be lost in thought.
Si Kong Heng’s physical body was very good, his figure was tall and slender. However, that jade flesh carried the muscularity of a martial artist. Looking at each piece of flesh, it was so perfect that it was hard to look away.
Ning Shu sensed his Shizun’s presence approaching. He seemed to have realized something, instinctively grabbing onto the other man’s remaining robe with a feeling of indescribable panic and fear: “…Shizun.”
Even he didn’t notice it himself, even in his fear. He would subconsciously seek out Sikong Hengyu, with a sense of dependence.
Si Kong Heng Yu kissed the boy’s face and lowered his eyes. He opened the boy’s shirt collar, his Adam’s apple moving slightly as he said, “You’ve always wanted to improve your cultivation faster, haven’t you? How about we practice together?”
Si Kong Hengyu saw that there was mist in his eyes, and he couldn’t describe how obedient it made him look. He went on to touch his delicate, snow-white, and alluring neck, leaving a few marks on it, before calmly saying, “Cultivate together with your master, and you will soon break through the Golden Core, perhaps even the Nascent Soul realm, and then become a powerful cultivator…”
If someone else heard such words, they would surely be shocked.
Who is the Divine Venerable, and who would he cultivate with? It’s a huge benefit, a shortcut to ascension. How could anyone possibly refuse such temptation? Cultivating once with someone of such immense power could be equivalent to years or even decades of effort for others.
But Ning Shu’s mind was in turmoil. He didn’t have much ambition for cultivation. All that hard work he put into training was simply to be a good disciple in his master’s eyes.
But the master seemed to misunderstand; he thought the disciple was very eager to improve his cultivation.
Ning Shu couldn’t help but speak, “Master, I didn’t…” But the rest of his words were swallowed up as Si Kong Hengyu blocked his mouth, pressing their lips together.
Then stir.
“Mmm…” Ning Shu’s remaining words were swallowed up, only able to enjoy the plunder from the other.
Sikong Hengyu’s lips and tongue intertwined, one hand reaching out to caress the youth’s slender waist.
His larynx rolled slightly. “Master went a few days ago to find some Ziyang Water that could withstand your cultivation.” That Ziyang Water, even though he managed to get it, cost him quite a bit of effort. He still owed someone a favor, but in the end, he managed to get his hands on it.
Ning Shu was panting from the kiss, her premonition had been right all along.
Even if he didn’t leave, Si Kong Hengyu would still force him to cultivate together.
The other party seemed to really like his waist, touching it for a long time as if he wasn’t satisfied. Si Kong Hengyu lowered his head and picked up the young man.
Ning Shu suddenly sat on top of the man.
The boy’s shirt was loose and could have easily fallen off, but it hung down to his legs, revealing snowy white and delicate skin. His feet were slender and exquisite.
Si Kong Heng’s gaze lingered, and his Adam’s apple bobbed again.
Ning Shu only felt a surge of fear in his heart, but Si Kong Hengyu wouldn’t allow him to escape. He could only say pitifully and helplessly, “Master, I don’t want to cultivate together… Disciple doesn’t want to cultivate together, disciple doesn’t want to improve their cultivation.”
Si Kong Hengyu ignored his request, only pinching his waist. He then raised his eyes and asked, “Did that demon cultivator touch you here?”
Ning Shu was startled, thinking back to Zhao Fang’s slightly odd attitude towards him those few days. He had never imagined that the other party would harbor such thoughts for him.
He also couldn’t understand why, despite being a man himself, his master and Zhao Fang were…
But Ning Shu was unwilling to compare Zhao Fang and Sikong Hengyu.
And seeing that the young man did not answer, Si Kong Hengyu pinched his waist again. His eyes were tinged with a chill: “Have you touched it?”
Ning Shu was suddenly pinched soft, her whole body limp like boneless, sliding into Shen Wuzun’s arms.
Again, facing his master in this posture, he moved his lips, a touch of tears staining the corners of his eyes, shaking his head repeatedly.
Sikong Hengyu pinched the soft flesh on his waist again, then lowered his head. His light-colored eyes held a hint of pressure, and with his faintly cool lips, he kissed him, whispering in a hoarse voice, “Only Master can touch you, understand?”
Ning Shu was wronged by him, she could only nod.
His grip was almost failing.
Sikuohengyu sucked his tongue again, the cold frost breath winding around him…