Chapter 50

After hearing the Crimson Dragon Sect disciples, Yue Wuhuan began to contemplate the Cantong Sect's extermination by Gu insects.

Ever since he realized someone coveted the treasures, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect became his primary focus. Through diligent daily information gathering and assistance from the Night Rain Pavilion, he had scarcely missed a single detail.

The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect ruled Xilin, possessing several spirit stone mines and resource-rich secret realms, and receiving tribute from eighteen cities.

The people of Xilin were fierce and bloodthirsty, where might made right, with no qualms about internal strife.

An Long was the most gifted Gu master in the history of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. After becoming the Poison King, he brutally suppressed dissent, achieving a superficial peace. Yet beneath this facade, multiple factions lingered, like venomous Gu insects confined within the breeding crucible known as Xilin, devouring one another, poised to birth a new Poison King at any moment.

They reveled in destruction and plunder but showed no interest in long-term occupation or developing new territories.

This intricate web of relationships within the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect offered the Valley of Medicine Kings a glimmer of hope.

Yue Wuhuan had once feared that if An Long discovered Song Qingshi's accident, he would seize the opportunity to unleash the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's might, launching a full-scale assault on the Valley of Medicine Kings, utterly destroying and annexing its territory. He had even prepared to abandon the valley at any moment, retreating with Song Qingshi and a portion of their resources.

But An Long did not.

He chose to keep the matter secret, refusing to leverage the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's power. Instead, he braved the formations alone, undeterred by peril.

This signified that even if it harmed him, he would not bring the slightest risk of destruction to the Valley of Medicine Kings.

Yue Wuhuan meticulously investigated all of An Long's alleged scandals, finding them entirely fabricated. Even the female cultivator who had once caused a disturbance at the Valley of Medicine Kings' gates was merely a puppet manipulated by a love Gu, intended to lure Song Qingshi out for a meeting.

Like a ravenous wolf fixated on its prey, yet wary of something, he dared not approach too closely, maintaining a cautious distance while probing for the opportune moment.

The origins of this emotion were unknown, yet it was unnervingly restrained, carrying an unsettling aura.

This was no ordinary infatuation; it seemed to contain a strange element of madness.

Whatever this feeling was, it was utterly repulsive…

Why was this world so disgusting? The air was thick with a foul stench, impossible to cleanse no matter how hard one tried.

Why must human affection be tainted with desire? Wouldn't it be better to live simply, like the Master?

With so much filth in the world, why must it defile his only pure treasure?

The Master had awakened, overjoyed, but could no longer be hidden away in a secret chamber. A new method of protection was needed.

An Long, this ravenous wolf, had long outlived his usefulness and was growing increasingly dangerous. Past events suggested he had always tried to awaken the Master, to draw him out of the Valley of Medicine Kings and expose him to the complexities of human emotion. Such a thing could never be permitted. His Master should remain forever like untouched parchment, safely kept within the valley, unsullied by any corruption—including himself…

Hateful. So hateful…

Yue Wuhuan's nails unconsciously dug into his wrist, leaving bloody marks on his skin.

Pain sharpened his thoughts, keeping his mind clear.

He had conceived countless ways to kill An Long, but after the Master's awakening, he realized this would be far from enough. Though the Master himself was unaware, he cherished this friendship. If An Long died, it would likely become a lasting regret in his heart—a departed friend becoming idealized in memory, forever lodged within, never to fade.

He would never be able to erase this memory, to erase this person…

Just when he thought this matter had reached a dead end, the death of the Guiyuan Immortal Venerable presented a new opportunity.

Most killings were motivated by profit, love, hatred, vengeance, or silencing witnesses.

The Cantong Sect was based in the Southern Mountains, operating brothels and gambling dens, with no conflicting interests against the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.

Though the Guiyuan Immortal Venerable was a degenerate scoundrel, he feared the strong and never provoked those above him. The Xilin Gu King's notorious reputation and distinctive traits made it impossible for him to foolishly provoke An Long, ruling out hatred or revenge. Nor was the Cantong Sect known for any rare treasures…

This seemed like a silencing.

What exactly had happened ten years ago that necessitated such a thorough silencing by An Long?

Suppressing his disgust, Yue Wuhuan reviewed all his memories concerning the Guiyuan Immortal Venerable…

Suddenly, he froze.

He recalled that the day he first met Song Qingshi, the Guiyuan Immortal Venerable had been present. At the time, he was bound to a tree, blindfolded, and thus unable to see. With his cultivation crippled, he couldn't use Divine Sense like ordinary cultivators to survey his surroundings or hear distant sounds.

Drugged and still under its influence, his mind had been somewhat muddled, his attention scattered. Yet he vaguely remembered the Guiyuan Immortal Venerable pausing, as if discovering something, and casually scoffing, "Who would've thought this person would look like this? How laughable."

Because of those words, he later investigated what had happened—and encountered the most radiant soul in existence…

He so detested the tainted traces left in that beautiful encounter that he deliberately avoided dwelling on this memory.

Back then, he had seen Song Qingshi lying motionless on the ground, clean and unharmed—no signs of struggle, blood, or violence. Assuming it was an accident or sudden illness, he tried to call for help. But before he could go far, he saw Song Qingshi rise unsteadily, stumbling toward the river, and weeping without reason…

He thought he had imagined it and dismissed the thought…

After they grew closer, he cautiously inquired, and Song Qingshi explained that his soul had been fractured at the time, causing him to lose memories from before the blackout and leaving him confused upon regaining consciousness.

Later, he also confirmed signs of soul separation and reintegration in Song Qingshi—a rare phenomenon called "soul departure," documented in ancient texts. Some powerful cultivators even deliberately split their souls to train across myriad worlds, so he thought little of it.

But now, he wondered—could there be more to it?

Could the Guiyuan Immortal Venerable's mockery not have been directed at Song Qingshi?

Had something happened that day requiring silencing?

A revelation struck Yue Wuhuan. All the clues connected. His eyes blazed with excitement—he had found a way to excise this man from the Master’s heart. He would rewrite all those fond memories, replacing friendship with hatred… No, hatred wouldn’t do. Best to erase it entirely.

No rush. He would take his time…

He would don sheep's clothing, playing the harmless lamb.

As long as he avoided disgusting acts, stayed clear of forbidden zones, and refrained from defiling him…

His treasure would remain forever unharmed.

……

When Song Qingshi studied, he pursued perfection, leaving no detail overlooked.

He had thoroughly wrung out the Yan Yun Immortal Lord, unlocking many new techniques—like intimate conversations with disciples, drinking together, shopping together, bedtime stories, and so on…

By the end, even the Yan Yun Immortal Lord didn't know what he was saying, having divulged everything from changing diapers to feeding goat’s milk…

Song Qingshi painstakingly cross-referenced the age ranges of their disciples. Though tempted to delete these unusable skills from his notes, he reconsidered—what if Yue Wuhuan suddenly decided to take in a three-and-a-half-year-old grand-disciple? Best to keep them, just in case. Otherwise, if he failed at diaper-changing and was judged incompetent, what then?

Suddenly, he heard Yue Wuhuan knock. Quickly hiding his notes, he reopened his Rune Array book, pretending to read intently.

Yue Wuhuan entered with a bowl of sweet soup.

During this journey, his germophobia had worsened to the point of considering outside food contaminated. Every meal out required his personal utensils—and a full set for Song Qingshi too. His appetite had also waned, leaving him reliant on fasting pills. Afraid outside meals might discomfort him, Song Qingshi avoided restaurants.

Yue Wuhuan, apologizing for troubling his Master, had thrown himself into cooking with zeal. Whatever dish or snack Song Qingshi fancied, he would prepare it—always more refined and flavorful than store-bought, with a touch of extra sweetness to suit his palate.

Song Qingshi’s tastes had grown hopelessly spoiled, his germophobia worsening. The sight of street vendors handling food bare-handed now unsettled him. Nothing compared to his devoted attendant’s hygienic, safe, and mouthwatering dishes.

An Long couldn't drag Song Qingshi around to eat all sorts of random snacks with him, which made him extremely frustrated.

Song Qingshi happily took the sweet soup, tasted it, and his eyes crinkled with delight. He thanked him profusely, praising, "Your cooking is still the best. I can't get used to outside food anymore."

"Outside food isn't hygienic," Yue Wuhuan said with a gentle smile. "Master should only eat what I make from now on."

Song Qingshi continuously accepted his thoughtful gestures, liking everything. Happily eating the sweet soup, he became even more determined to find ways to strengthen their connection, hoping to convince him to stay in the Medicine King Valley as a physician even after recovering. Even if he achieved great cultivation and no longer wished to stay in the valley, wanting to explore the world, Song Qingshi could accompany him!

He wanted to be Yue Wuhuan's teacher, friend, and family...

Yet, an emptiness gnawed at his heart, as if he had misunderstood or overlooked something, but he couldn't figure out what.

The sensation left him uneasy.

Yue Wuhuan smiled and asked, "Where has Brother An Long gone? I haven't seen him these past two days."

"Ah?" Song Qingshi looked up from his dessert. He hadn't expected Yue Wuhuan to be more concerned about An Long's whereabouts than he was. Did this mean their friendship had begun to sprout after their adventures? Were those romance novels really so accurate? Touched, he replied, "No need to worry. He's obsessed with insects and poisons, often going deep into the mountains to catch bugs. If he finds something interesting, he often disappears for ten days or even half a month. We can go to South Sea City first and wait for him there."

Yue Wuhuan still looked worried.

Song Qingshi reassured him, "He's a Nascent Soul Cultivator, and he looks so fierce. No one would dare cross him."

Yue Wuhuan nodded. "I worried too much."

"That troublemaker," Song Qingshi pondered, then seriously advised, "Don't copy his bad habits and wander off. Stay by my side."

Though his little angel had grown stronger now, he was still so beautiful and gentle. The deadly poison and Blood King Vine were merely tools for self-defense and didn't change who he truly was. Over the years, his little angel had endured enough hardship for him. Now that he was awake, he absolutely had to keep him safe to ensure no more harm came to him.

Yue Wuhuan understood his thoughts and couldn't resist tidying the messy hair on his head, smiling. "Alright."

Why did Master always trust him so completely...?

So easily stepping into his traps, following his lead.

The Medicine King Valley was completely under his control—finances, resources, even daily habits were changed to suit his preferences. Everything proceeded the way he wanted. No matter what he said, it was believed; no matter what he did, it went unquestioned...

Was it really this simple? It seemed too good to be true...

Leaning on the table, he gazed intently at this person, feeling uneasy, as if he needed to push further.

Song Qingshi noticed his probing gaze and couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"

Yue Wuhuan asked softly, "Master, I was wondering... why are you never mad at me?"

Song Qingshi thought for a moment, then smiled. "You've never done anything to make me angry."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he noticed several Blood King Vines quietly extending toward him, winding around his body and slowly moving. More and more vines appeared, forming a tight cocoon. The tips of the vines skimmed over his waist, hands, and feet, as if ready to pounce and bind him at any moment.

Song Qingshi looked at the writhing vines and hesitantly asked, "What's wrong?"

"What if I did?" Yue Wuhuan found himself caring more about the answer than he'd expected. He asked with forced lightness, "What if I'm not the person you imagine me to be? What if I do something that angers you? Would you hate me?"

Song Qingshi had never considered this question. He thought seriously for a long time before suddenly smiling.

"No," he tweaked Yue Wuhuan's cheek beneath the golden mask, then playfully mussed up his neatly combed hair, happily declaring, "No matter what Wu Huan does, I won't get angry. I won't ever dislike you."

Yue Wuhuan went still, and the writhing vines slowly retreated.

He sighed. "You don't understand at all..."

Over the past ten years, watching the sleeping man, he had also fantasized about the tender, sweet love depicted in the Illusion Gu. But every time he closed his eyes, he dreamed—dreams where he was a feral beast, devoid of reason, consumed by desires of possession, control, and domination. He would do many terrible things, repaying kindness with cruelty, unleashing all the things he himself couldn't endure onto the person he loved. Taking advantage of his ignorance and inability to resist, he would act without restraint, making endless demands...

The drug's effects had faded, yet his desires remained stronger and more terrifying than a normal person's. Perhaps this was his nature.

Having suffered such pain himself, knowing how repulsive those acts were, yet still wanting to inflict them on the one he loved—what kind of monster did that make him?

So, he didn’t want to sleep. He didn’t want to dream.

The ecstasy of dreams only made waking reality all the more disgusting.

But it didn’t matter. He would restrain himself. Even if it required drugs, he would suppress these instincts. He wouldn’t taint him...

All he wanted was to build a warm, comfortable nest, carefully placing him inside, shielding him from all the filth of the world, so they could live happily together without worries. He was willing to do anything for him, ensuring those clear eyes saw only him, leaving no room for anything else.

He would hide it well—never letting the darkness in his heart be discovered.

Yue Wuhuan lowered his head slightly, resolutely snuffing out his desire...

"Wu Huan, did you do something?" Song Qingshi sensed his unhappiness and cautiously leaned closer, patting his shoulder to comfort him again. "Don’t be afraid. No matter what you do, I won’t get angry."

The faint scent of medicine lingered, making his mouth go dry.

Yue Wuhuan pressed his face against his shoulder and murmured, "I won’t... I won’t do anything..."

Author's Note:

Other yanderes want to lock their lovers in a dark room and indulge their passions.

Wu Huan's yandere version wants to lock his lover in a dark room and forbid any wildness.

He truly meets the site's censorship standards—a morally upstanding, excellent yandere.

(Qing Shi: ???)

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