Chapter 114: The Cool and Distant Master Reads the Arrogant Dragon’s Heart and Goes Mad (22)

Chapter 114: The Cool and Distant Master Reads the Arrogant Dragon’s Heart and Goes Mad (22)

Si Yuanye's eyelashes fluttered.

So, in his clumsy disciple’s mind, letting go too quickly means he’s not good enough?

Si Yuanye rarely had desires.

The path of cultivation demands a clear mind and minimal desires. Furthermore, he harbored inner demons, making worldly desires unnecessary for him.

Now, tasting the sweetness of those lips, he suddenly understood why 'love and desire' are the most challenging mental demons to conquer.

Was it like this when his father first met his mother?

The love and desire that surged during a kiss even overcame the demons’ resentment and hatred toward humans.

Despite knowing this could become a weakness and even lead to death, he still embraced it willingly.

Si Yuanye seemed a bit dazed as he reached out, pulling Song Chuyi into his arms, his large hands gripping his waist.

He buried his head in Song Chuyi’s neck, gently rubbing against it.

"A’Chu."

He whispered.

"More kisses."

Eight aren’t enough, ten aren’t enough.

Even continuous kisses aren’t enough.

Song Chuyi’s ears twitched slightly as he caught Si Yuanye’s words and hummed softly.

"Fine, I’ll kiss you."

"You have to learn from me, okay?"

He cupped Si Yuanye’s face with both hands and kissed him.

This time, it wasn’t just a simple touch but went a bit deeper.

Si Yuanye’s pupils shrank slightly, and his heart trembled.

This feeling...

It was as if he and Song Chuyi were entangled together.

Whether it was their bodies embracing at that moment or their fates, they were completely entwined when their tongues touched.

Si Yuanye used his right hand to hold the back of Song Chuyi’s head, taking the lead.

Without needing Song Chuyi’s guidance, he had already improved upon what he learned.

Song Chuyi silently counted in his mind.

"Thirty-one, thirty-two..."

"Two hundred and fifty!"

"Still not stopping! I can't catch my breath, ahhhhh?"

Song Chuyi was about to push Si Yuanye away, but the next second, he felt the man let go of him.

He immediately took deep breaths of fresh air, and once his breathing steadied, he glanced at Si Yuanye.

"Not bad, huh."

"You learn quickly."

Si Yuanye’s lips curved into a faint smile. "Taught well by A'Chu."

Song Chuyi raised an eyebrow but didn’t disagree.

"You’re pretty good with words."

He chuckled, pulling Si Yuanye’s arm.

"Let's go kiss somewhere else!"

Kissing just in the palace is boring.

Si Yuanye agreed without any hesitation.

In a flash, they appeared outside the palace.

The moonlight, like water, enveloped them, making the moisture on their lips look even more vivid and enticing.

Under the moonlight, in the garden, they continued kissing.

Then it was a dark alley, or a forest with a chilling breeze.

In any case, they reached their goal of ten kisses!

Having achieved his goal, Song Chuyi pushed Si Yuanye away and waved.

"No more kissing for now."

He leaned back, lying on the grass, and looked up at the sky.

The sunlight was somewhat blinding, and he couldn’t help but raise his hand to shield his eyes, glancing at the sky from the corner of his eye.

"It’s the same sun, after all."

He muttered to himself.

"Why can’t humans and demons just coexist?"

Si Yuanye, mimicking him, lay down too.

"There’s a human saying:"

"'Those not of my kind will surely have different hearts.'"

Song Chuyi thought for a moment. "True."

"The old man will be resurrected in another half-month. We’ll just wait for him to develop the antidote."

Si Yuanye pressed his lips together. "Actually, there's something I haven't told you."

"What is it?" Song Chuyi tilted his head to look at him.

Si Yuanye lowered his eyes. "After he is resurrected, he won't be human anymore."

"He will become a demon."

As he said this, he suddenly reached out and took Song Chuyi's hand, as if afraid he would leave.

"A'Chu, will you blame me for this?"

Song Chuyi shook his head. "No."

"This was to be expected."

He sat up and began counting on his fingers.

"Heaven has bestowed many qualities upon humans."

"Intelligence, kindness, strength, and love... They can accomplish much with these qualities."

"But it also grants them an endpoint."

"And that is death."

Death ends it all.

Yet humans, in their cleverness, have left behind legacies.

However, for the individual, death is the end.

"So when a human dies, it's over."

"Once it's over, there won't be another like him."

"Since the old man can be resurrected, it's normal that he's no longer human."

Si Yuanye propped himself up and sat up.

He gazed at Song Chuyi.

The youth's delicate face bore a smile, his brows and eyes curved, and even the harsh light seemed to soften in his eyes.

"What about demons, then?"

He heard himself ask.

"What has Heaven bestowed upon demons?"

Song Chuyi leaned closer, his expression serious.

"It has bestowed upon you cuteness!"

"Cats are so cute and fluffy."

"I really like them!"

He rubbed his hands together. "Could you transform back to your original form so I can hug you?"

Si Yuanye was speechless.

Anticipating, Song Chuyi saw a snow-white Maine Coon cat appear before him.

Song Chuyi pinned the cat to the grass, holding his front paws with both hands, spreading them apart, acting like a bully.

Then he buried his face in them, rubbing enthusiastically.

"Ahhhhhhhh! So soft, I love it!"

"Cats are super cute!"

Si Yuanye:……

What can you do with a clumsy disciple you've taken in?

The pink paw pads helplessly spread open, as if saying: "Forget it, just indulge him."

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After half a month, the Moonlit Grass finally reached maturity thanks to Song Chuyi's meticulous care!

That evening, once all the preparations were complete, they awaited Si Yuanye to revive Dan Wen.

Si Yuanye, wearing black, had black mist swirling around his fingers, guiding the Moonlit Grass to Song Chuyi’s forehead.

A wisp of spirit soul emerged from Song Chuyi's forehead and settled on the tip of the Moonlit Grass.

The black mist enveloped the Moonlit Grass, and with a lift of Si Yuanye's hand, a figure materialized on the empty ground.

It was Dan Wen, just as he had been in life.

His hair was white, his body looked withered, his face was pale, lacking vitality.

In an instant, the figure flashed rapidly between transparency and solidity.

The black mist pounced on him, stabilizing the figure. Slowly, the vague figure solidified.

Dan Wen slowly opened his eyes, a spark of surprise in his eyes.

He was really alive!

Dan Yong, excited, called out, "Grandfather!"

Dan Wen responded, bowing to Song Chuyi and Si Yuanye.

"Thank you."

Song Chuyi, with a beaming smile, twirled a strand of black hair, a smile in his eyes, clearly plotting something.

But……

Si Yuanye's lips pressed tightly together, black mist surging.

He couldn't hear it anymore.

He……could no longer hear A'Chu's inner thoughts.