Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Yang Energy!

Yang Energy!

The instant their lips touched, an immense surge of yang energy rushed in as if it were free!

Wei Xi was overwhelmed, feeling slightly dizzy. He vaguely sensed that his lower lip had been bitten hard, but he didn't have the time to ponder why his disciple would bite him. He wasn't afraid of pain anyway, and when faced with something delicious, he had no resistance at all. Almost instinctively, he opened his mouth, allowing the other party to feed him.

He even actively sucked eagerly, and soon felt a wet, strong tongue slip in, tightly entwining with his own, stealing away his breath.

As his appetite grew and his senses blurred, he also had a faint sense of confusion. What kind of ritual was this?

However, for some inexplicable reason, this unprecedented contact gave him a comfortable sensation. The intimate contact of lips and teeth made him feel like he was immersed in warm water, relaxing every muscle in his body.

The familiar scent of his second disciple lingered around his nose, and the other's body temperature was shockingly high. Wei Xi blinked dazedly and looked up, meeting a pair of sharp, knife-like eyes under the dim light.

His disciple's gaze was almost fierce, resembling that of a starving beast in the forest, fixated on its prey. Under that stare, he suddenly lost strength in his limbs, only able to lift his arms instinctively to circle the other's neck.

In this position, physical contact was inevitable. His hand brushed against the slightly damp skin of his disciple's freshly showered body, and his fingertips grazed the short, stiff hairs on his scalp. Subconsciously, he rubbed the back of his disciple's neck twice.

An unfamiliar itch spread through his fingertips, similar to the sensation he had experienced when attacked by that black artifact at Lin Hanyang's place after first descending the mountain, but much milder and not painful. Wei Xi felt a bit oxygen-deprived and bewildered. He often stroked his eldest disciple's head before, but never had such an experience.

Too strange, too strange.

At the same time, he noticed that his disciple, lying beneath him, began to shift. The hands that had just pushed him off the bed now forcefully tore apart the barrier between them.

Wei Xi didn't know what he was doing anymore. He was feasting with gusto, yet his body was suffering terribly, as if a fire was raging across his back, originating from within him and scorching his organs and bones. Without the blanket to hold him in, his body regained its freedom, instinctively curling his legs up. Yet, even with a bed beneath him, he felt his legs had nowhere to rest, forcing him to continually kick against his disciple's side.

He heard his disciple take a deep breath, followed by a hand sliding down to grip his knee joint, holding it firmly in his palm.

The leg of his sleep pants had been pushed up to his thigh by his restless movements. The warmth of his disciple's hand made his skin twitch, but Wei Xi soon realized it wasn't his skin reacting, but rather, the pulsating veins on his disciple's arm.

The air in the room grew thin, dry, and blazing hot.

Just like the breath he could feel on the side of his face.

With his mouth agape, Wei Xi's mind was a jumbled mess. He allowed his tongue to be teased, strangely discovering that he, too, was panting like his disciple. Despite merely feeding on yang energy, the two of them seemed to be undergoing some intense physical activity. Always known for his strength and endurance, Wei Xi effortlessly traversed forests while chasing boars. This distinct feeling of exhaustion was entirely foreign to him.

Amidst their entwined breaths, he couldn't help but rub the strands of hair in his palm, letting out a soft groan as the faint electric sensation prickled him, yet he remained unable to shake off that lingering emptiness and heat. "…Apprentice… Lu Que…"

His muffled cry escaped his lips, causing the biting and sucking motion to abruptly halt. After a moment, Wei Xi felt the grip on his knee loosen, followed by the tongue in his mouth slowly retreating.

The bedside lamp in the room cast a dim light, barely illuminating their faces. The apprentice gradually pulled away, still breathing heavily, his dark eyes fixed intently into Wei Xi's pupils.

In a low, raspy voice, their foreheads pressed together, he panted out, "Wei Xi."

Before Wei Xi could comprehend what had just transpired or correct the other's address, he remained dazed, "Hm?"

His lips were cool, saliva stretching between them before breaking apart. They remained close, their noses almost touching, with each other's hot breaths palpable. Wei Xi sensed the weight on top of him lighten slightly. The apprentice propped his arm up by his cheek, his fingers reaching over to brush away the damp strands of hair stuck to his forehead and temple, a stark contrast to the aggressiveness he'd shown while devouring his lips, almost gentle. "Wei Xi, Wei Xi."

He murmured his name repeatedly, seemingly not expecting a response. Confused, Wei Xi stroked the back of the apprentice's head, "What's wrong?"

The apprentice gazed at him intently, then suddenly let out a soft laugh after a while. His lips curled up, though his eyes held no amusement, instead, they were dark and somber. "Are you satisfied?"

Wei Xi sensed something off about the apprentice's mood but couldn't pinpoint it. After their lips parted, his mind seemed to clear up, and he examined his body, surprisingly discovering a hint of actual satiation!

Though not entirely full, his body was burning hot, still plagued by an unfamiliar and intense heat and emptiness. Yet, this inadequate sense of fulfillment was a rare experience for him.

Yet, strangely, Wei Xi didn't feel any joy. The fingers that his disciple had used to brush aside his hair were still resting on his temple, gently stroking the side of his face. Staring into those eyes was like gazing into two abysses, which stirred in him an inexplicable sense of danger.

But this was his own disciple—how could he be dangerous?

Thus, after a brief moment of doubt, he replied trustingly, "Just a little."

It was a pity that the meal had been too short. If it had gone on a while longer, he might have actually been full.

However, before he could voice his excessive request, the corner of his disciple's mouth, which had curved up upon hearing his answer, suddenly flattened.

After a silent moment of eye contact, a warmth spread across his waist. Lowering his gaze, Wei Xi realized that a hand had slipped inside his clothing and found its way to his side.

The scorching hand gripped his waist firmly, causing a bit of pain. However, Wei Xi didn't sense any hostility since it was his disciple who had acted. After some thought, he didn't stop him.

With his waist still held tightly, his disciple spoke through gritted teeth, his tone laced with restrained emotion, "There are other ways to satisfy your hunger. Would you like to try them?"

Despite the growing pressure on his waist, Wei Xi remained unguarded, covering his disciple's hand with his own through the fabric. "Sure."

Upon receiving his consent, the hand he was covering suddenly ceased its movement. After a moment, the grip loosened, and it slowly withdrew, seizing Wei Xi's hand. The fingers then splayed apart, interlocking with his, before pulling his hand above his head.

Wei Xi: "?"

His disciple pressed his hand onto the pillow, gazing at him in silence for a moment before suddenly saying, "I really wish I could just kill you right now."

The tone didn't sound like a joke. Wei Xi was immediately taken aback, then felt a bit alarmed. What was wrong with his second disciple? To have such thoughts of defying one's master and ancestor?!

He struggled to free himself, but as he tried to sit up, his disciple held him down. Veins popped out on the disciple's arm as he gripped Wei Xi's limb, displaying an astonishing strength that left Wei Xi unable to move.

The atmosphere grew tense, but before Wei Xi could feel alarmed, the disciple suddenly released his grip. Propping himself up, he climbed off the bed without a word and got out of bed, heading towards the door.

Without thinking, Wei Xi asked, "Where are you going?"

The disciple turned to look at him from the foot of the bed, his attire disheveled and his expression unreadable. Under the light, his slender, well-built body resembled a leopard, exuding danger that could erupt at any moment.

But all he said was, "To take a bath."

*****

"Why are you bathing again? Didn't you hate taking baths?"

For just a moment, Wei Xi was perplexed by the stranger's departure, and then the sound of dripping water from the bathroom resumed. After a brief confusion, he dismissed his thoughts and lazily leaned back into the warmth of his blankets, too exhausted to muster any strength.

His body still felt peculiar, something was off everywhere. He examined himself from head to toe and discovered the issue seemed to lie between his legs.

Wei Xi tentatively touched the area, only to feel a jolt of sensation that made his scalp tingle and his entire body shiver.

It... hurt!

He dared not touch it again, instead releasing his grip and burying himself deeper under the covers. Thankfully, his hunger had subsided somewhat.

As he turned his head, his cheek was unexpectedly burned. He snapped back to reality and reached out to touch, realizing that the culprit was the jade pendant he had placed by his pillow after undoing it earlier.

The pendant was pure white, appearing as it usually did, but for some inexplicable reason, it was now scorching hot, almost as if it had been freshly pulled from a fire. Even Wei Xi found its heat unbearable, quickly withdrawing his hand after just one touch.

Holding the string of the pendant, he carefully inspected it for a while. For an instant, he bizarrely imagined the heated pendant seemed to be in a furious rage.

But the notion was baseless, so he dismissed it after some thought.

In no time, his disciple returned, shrouded in a chill from the bathroom. Silently, he climbed back into bed, pulled up the covers, and avoided eye contact with Wei Xi throughout, maintaining a cold demeanor.

Between the two beds, a distinct divide separated them, creating a significant distance.

After Wei Xi finished eating, he felt a bit drowsy. Coupled with his inexplicable weakness, he switched off the light and lay on the bed, gazing at his disciple's distinct profile in a half-asleep state.

Perhaps his gaze was too intense, because after a moment, the disciple, who had been lying on his back staring at the ceiling, finally turned to face him, also observing him silently.

The room was dim without any light sources, but strangely, Wei Xi could clearly see those eyes, as if they were the chilling air that brushed against his face on a snowy night.

Suddenly, Wei Xi had an urge to draw closer. Acting on this impulse, he shifted his head on the pillow, making a rustling sound.

In the darkness, this sound took on a particularly intimate quality.

The disciple didn't move, but he wasn't as cautious as when he returned from his first bath. He simply remained still, his face turned towards Wei Xi in a quiet, profound manner.

Wei Xi moved closer until their beds touched, their faces inches apart, allowing them to hear each other's breaths clearly.

Contemplating for a moment, Wei Xi wasn't sure why he had moved closer. Yet, as he looked at his disciple's face, his gaze involuntarily fell upon the thin lips.

The room was quiet, filled only with the steady sounds of breathing and heartbeat. Wei Xi leaned in even closer once more.

Lips met, and the disciple didn't dodge but also didn't respond. He simply gazed down at Wei Xi's face, allowing him to take the lead.

Wei Xi captured those lips, mimicking the action by gently sucking on them for a moment. Then, he playfully flicked his tongue against the corners of the other's mouth.

After a long while, the disciple finally sighed, parting his lips and extending his tongue to affectionately entwine with Wei Xi's.

Their tongues brushed against each other, producing faint slurping sounds that echoed in the silent room. The air was filled with the scent of the other person.

Once the brief suction ended, Wei Xi released the lips, retreated his head, and leaned back onto the pillow, meeting the disciple's now profound gaze once more: "What are you doing?"

Wei Xi himself wasn't sure what he was doing. His body ached, and he thought this might alleviate some discomfort, but it seemed to make him feel even hotter: "I'm not feeling well."

Upon hearing this, the disciple's tense expression finally shifted: "Where are you uncomfortable?"