Chapter 27

Yue Wuhuan was practicing his sword technique, which grew increasingly exquisite.

Cultivation had never been a challenge for him; he grasped the techniques and scriptures at first glance, and the flow of spiritual energy came as naturally as breathing. He was a born cultivator, yet he was confined by the frail meridians and dantian of mortals, making it difficult to break through the limitations with ordinary cultivation. That was why he sought to reach the pinnacle through the Way of the Sword.

The events in the illusion were vividly etched in his mind.

Calming down, he suddenly realized that the sword technique from the illusion had become an integral part of his body, as if he had practiced it countless times. He looked at the diagonal thrust of his sword; this simple move could break through three types of commonly used protective artifacts in the immortal realm, and then pressing the sword downward could pierce the heart... He had never killed anyone with a sword, so why did he understand everything as if he had experienced it firsthand?

The hallucinatory worm could not have such effects; otherwise, it would be the most extraordinary worm in the world, not a toy.

Yue Wuhuan stared blankly at his hand holding the sword. He wanted to think further, but his head began to ache. It seemed as if some force was suppressing him, heavy shackles rejecting the answer to this question, driving it out of his mind, forcibly modifying it until he arrived at a barely logical conclusion.

The immortal realm was filled with all sorts of extraordinary encounters, and perhaps the hallucinatory worm was his.

Song Qing's figure appeared at the end of the corridor, having watched for who knows how long.

Yue Wuhuan quickly sheathed his sword and saw Song Qing approaching with a notebook and a homemade charcoal pencil, gesturing for him to sit on a nearby stone bench. After a long hesitation, Song Qing finally opened the notebook, where the first blank page bore large letters: "Interest and Hobbies Form."

Yue Wuhuan was puzzled: "What is this?"

Song Qing struggled to suppress his embarrassment; he didn't want to do something like a middle school girl chasing a star, but Yue Wuhuan hid himself too well, and his emotional intelligence was so poor that he couldn't guess what the other person was thinking.

Being someone who didn't like to keep things bottled up, after much deliberation, he decided to make a list and ask directly, filling in the information one by one to create a file similar to a medical record, ensuring no mistakes.

"You mustn't lie; you need to answer honestly," Song Qing tried to maintain the dignity of a doctor as he picked up the charcoal pencil and asked earnestly, "Wuhuan, what do you like to eat?"

Yue Wuhuan suppressed his laughter and joked, "I like sweet food."

Song Qing looked at him helplessly, muttering, "Be serious, don't say I like what you eat." In Lecheng, he had thought Yue Wuhuan liked milk cakes, only to find out later that they were for him. The same went for the ice cream.

"I don’t have any particular favorite foods," Yue Wuhuan thought for a moment and said seriously, "In the past... there were many things I couldn’t eat, so my stomach was damaged, and I couldn’t eat much. Now I like the fasting pills; they save time."

Song Qingshi directly noted “stomach medicine” and then continued to ask, "What do you like?"

Yue Wuhuan was stunned for a long time, his eyes filled with a deeper smile: "I like the Venerable Master, who is the best to me."

Song Qingshi felt a bit embarrassed by the praise: "I meant objects."

Yue Wuhuan smiled, "There’s nothing I particularly want because the Venerable Master gives me everything." The sparkling gems were already gone, and he didn’t need them anymore. The Venerable Master had already spent a lot of money on him, so there was no need to trouble him further.

"Favorite color?" "White." "Favorite activities?" "Practicing swordsmanship, making medicine, reading, and studying."

Yue Wuhuan answered smoothly, leaving no room for doubt.

Song Qingshi finally asked, "What about your birthday?"

Yue Wuhuan replied, "February 14th."

Hearing this special date, Song Qingshi’s pen suddenly paused.

Yue Wuhuan looked puzzled, "Is there something strange about this date?"

Song Qingshi held back a laugh, shook his head. In this world, there was no Valentine's Day. He just suddenly remembered his original world, where every Valentine's Day he would cover shifts for his senior brothers and sisters who went on dates, collect roses and gifts for his sister from her admirers, book candlelit dinners and opera tickets for his parents, and then spend the day in the lab with lab mice, eating instant noodles. Everyone used to joke that his future lover would definitely be a mouse spirit, which seemed so funny now.

Seeing him chuckling to himself, Yue Wuhuan became even more confused, not knowing what the Venerable Master found amusing.

Song Qingshi closed the notebook happily, having gathered quite a bit of information. Next month was Yue Wuhuan’s birthday, and he had already sent over a dozen reminder letters to the Night Rain Pavilion. The Ten Thousand Spirit Marrow was already in hand, and there were leads on Xie Que’s whereabouts. By then, he could plan a big surprise, which might lift Yue Wuhuan’s spirits and help him forget about that problematic illusion.

Of course, the prerequisite was that he needed to ensure Yue Wuhuan was no longer suffering from his condition.

Yue Wuhuan's wounds were mostly healed, but strangely, the mole that had been completely removed from his cheek had regrown in its original spot. Song Qingshi suspected it hadn't been fully removed and feared Yue Wuhuan might hurt himself again if he found it displeasing, so he personally performed a mole removal surgery. However, this morning when changing the dressing, the mole had once again grown back, even redder and more beautiful than before.

Song Qingshi had never seen anything like this and found it peculiar, yet after much research, he couldn't find anything special about the mole.

The immortal realm was full of things that defied logic. Perhaps it was a natural mark that couldn't be removed?

Seeing his worry, Yue Wuhuan repeatedly assured him that he would give up on removing the mole, promising that under the control of Emotion Lock, he wouldn't have any issues. Song Qingshi firmly didn't believe him; although the divine consciousness of a yuan ying cultivator was powerful, it couldn't be continuously released over long distances and could only serve as an auxiliary means of detection. Moreover, he was the type who, once distracted, would forget to maintain his divine consciousness.

So for these past few days, he had stayed by Yue Wuhuan's side without leaving, even sleeping on the floor beside him, like a family member keeping vigil! Although it was embarrassing, it was better than sleeping soundly in his own chambers and being caught off guard.

When Yue Wuhuan woke up in the middle of the night and saw Song Qingshi on the floor, he was stunned.

He never imagined his esteemed lord would do something so foolish for him! After some serious thought, he considered whether to pretend not to see or wake his lord up. In the end, he found both options extremely awkward! After much deliberation, he steeled himself and woke Song Qingshi, trying to find a way out: "My lord must be very tired, so you fell asleep here. Be careful, the floor is cold."

Song Qingshi refused to take the hint and stubbornly stayed on the floor: "No, I want to stay here."

Yue Wuhuan knew it was his fault and felt helpless: "Then, my lord can sleep on the bed..." He had originally intended to say he would sleep on the floor.

To his surprise, as soon as the words left his mouth, Song Qingshi's eyes lit up, and he climbed onto the bed with enthusiasm. Having been pampered all his life, he found sleeping on the floor for several nights extremely uncomfortable. Now, with the little angel inviting him to the bed, he was delighted! This showed that the little angel trusted him completely, and appropriate physical contact would help his psychological recovery!

He was a gentleman, and the little angel was the main character. There was no problem with them sleeping together.

Beds in the immortal realm were particularly large, easily accommodating two or three people.

Touched, Song Qingshi hugged his quilt and climbed onto the bed, arranging it neatly. They slept at opposite ends of the bed, far apart, and he promised: "Don't worry, I'm a very good sleeper and never move around. I'll stay exactly where I am, and I won't take advantage of you."

Yue Wuhuan didn't know what to say...

Having not slept well for several nights, Song Qingshi was extremely tired. He quickly wrapped himself in the quilt and fell asleep without a care, his messy hair spread across the bed, the silk of his sleeping robe lifting to reveal his soft waist and white belly...

Yue Wuhuan had to forcefully suppress his desires several times with the "Emotion Lock" before he could control himself enough to cover the other man and lie down, but sleep eluded him. He knew he had many dark secrets, and his deceptively handsome face hid his innate aggressiveness. No one knew how much he detested being the submissive.

In truth, his attraction to men was rooted in conquest, control, and domination. He relished in marking every inch of his partner's body with his own scent, only then could he derive endless pleasure...

The Lord's mind was simple, completely oblivious to these complex matters. His trust and concern for Yue Wuhuan were pure and genuine.

Such impure thoughts must not exist.

Sleep is just sleep; one should not think of other things, nor touch or do anything inappropriate.

Lying beside the person he loved, Yue Wuhuan endured immense discomfort...

His body temperature was naturally higher than average, and it rose even more when his desire flared up.

To contain the two flames within his body, Song Qing Shi practiced the Cold Jade Technique, which kept his usual body temperature low. Feeling the warmth of a large heat source beside him, he drowsily moved closer, slipping into the adjacent blanket and hugging the heat source, then contentedly rubbed against it.

From Yue Wuhuan's embrace came a pleasant medicinal fragrance, and warm, moist breaths caressed his neck. The pale pink lips were slightly upturned, as if inviting a taste. His hands tightly locked around Yue Wuhuan’s chest and waist, and soon his legs entangled like an octopus around its prey, refusing to let go.

The silk pajamas were too loose, and with each movement, they gradually slipped open, revealing his collarbone and hinting at enticing scenery. Apart from the scar on his neck from a dog bite, the rest was a feast for the senses. Before Yue Wuhuan's eyes, scenes of indulgence and pleasure seemed to play out, making it impossible to control the filthy thoughts in his mind. His body reacted uncontrollably, and he tried to move away but was accidentally pinned by the other's leg.

"Lord, don't touch me, it's dirty..."

Afraid of being discovered, Yue Wuhuan dared not push him away forcefully and could only softly plead. He felt as if he was being tortured, unable to find release, and could only close his eyes, relying on the "Emotion Lock" to endure...

Finally, dawn arrived, and he saw Song Qing Shi slowly retract his limbs, rolling back into his own blanket and resuming his original sleeping position without any change.

Yue Wuhuan's eyes twitched. He was certain that throughout the entire sequence of events, Song Qing Shi had never woken up, and he now understood where the confidence in his sleeping posture came from...

After about half an hour, the sky was fully light.

Song Qingshi opened his eyes, confirmed he was still in his original sleeping position, and happily said, "See? I don’t move around at all, right?"

Yue Wuhuan looked at him wearily, thought for a long moment, took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth. "Sure!"

The Master is always right. Even when he’s wrong, he’s right!

Song Qingshi cheerfully asked, "Mind if I sleep here again tomorrow?" He felt that since Yue Wuhuan could accept it, they could continue trying to help him overcome his fear of physical contact—to let him know that even if a man slept beside him, it was safe! Because there were still many good men like him in the world, who wouldn’t even think that way!

Yue Wuhuan took another deep breath and continued through clenched teeth, "If you insist."

His cultivation journey just got a new trial: resisting temptation.

First, a cold bath.

Author's Note: Yue Wuhuan: SOS! How do I stop the Master from invading my bed nightly?!