Chapter 32 The Scheming Disciple and the Charming Master 32

Chapter 32: The Scheming Disciple and His Alluring Master 32

"Master! This disciple has a question and hopes you will enlighten me."

Every night during this period, Qin Du would kneel outside his hall, asking to see him.

Each time, he was refused. Today was the third day—if he kept refusing to see him, Qin Du would surely start to overthink things.

Very well. After three days of rest, that strange feeling had gradually faded from his mind.

A storm was bound to come sooner or later. He just hoped Qin Du wouldn't blame him.

"Come in..."

"Thank you, Master!"

"Shut the door behind you."

If there was anything they needed to talk about, no one else could hear it—not even Mu Yunting.

Though Qin Du didn't understand, he still closed the doors and windows tightly.

"Sit down and talk..." Lin Huaiqing lounged on the soft couch, pointing to the chair beside him.

"This disciple would rather... kneel and speak..."

With that, he knelt down before Lin Huaiqing.

This sight gave Lin Huaiqing a start, and he immediately sat bolt upright on the couch.

"What are you doing? Get up, now!"

Wasn't Qin Du here to demand an explanation? Judging by his posture, it seemed the tables had turned?

"Master, this disciple thanks you for saving my life. I'm willing to work like a beast of burden for you for the rest of my life, serving you day and night!"

"?!?!"

Seeing Lin Huaiqing looked confused, Qin Du quickly explained:

"That day, when this disciple fell into qi deviation, if Master hadn't rescued me in time, I would've definitely died from qi explosion!"

That wasn't wrong, but... had this kid forgotten some crucial details?

"Xiaodu, what do you remember about what happened after your qi deviation that day?"

"This disciple only remembers Master showing up in time. After that, I don't remember anything. It must've been Master who saved me."

Hearing this, all Lin Huaiqing's awkwardness from the past few days suddenly felt like a joke.

So Qin Du didn't remember anything that happened afterward.

Here he'd been avoiding him, and the guy didn't even know.

Lin Huaiqing instantly felt relieved and waved a hand dismissively:

"Mhm... it was nothing, hardly worth mentioning."

Seeing Lin Huaiqing smile, Qin Du relaxed too, and couldn't help but ask:

"This disciple is also curious—how did Master resolve my qi deviation in time?"

"This..." Lin Huaiqing was momentarily speechless. "You don't need to know. It wasn't anything hard..."

Since Qin Du had forgotten, it was best he never remembered it for the rest of his life. He'd also treat that night as a dream and never mention it again.

This was the best outcome for both of them.

Suddenly, Lin Huaiqing remembered something.

"By the way, Xiaodu, what technique were you practicing that day? How did you suddenly end up with qi deviation?"

Now it was Qin Du's turn to get nervous.

"This disciple... was just restless at heart while cultivating, and so... I'm sorry for troubling Master."

"Is that right..."

Lin Huaiqing's voice was gentle. In truth, he'd already started suspecting Qin Du of cultivating demonic arts.

He just had no proof and couldn't casually accuse the Little Villain.

If he pushed him into full-blown darkness, all his efforts would've been for nothing.

Though Lin Huaiqing showed nothing on the surface, he'd secretly taken mental note.

For several days straight, Qin Du went into seclusion as usual.

This time, Lin Huaiqing attached a tiny wisp of his spiritual sense to a little bee.

This way, even if his real body stayed in the main hall, he could still observe what was happening in Qin Du's side hall.

Squeezing stubbornly through the crack in the window, Lin Huaiqing groomed the fuzz on his body and flew silently into the inner chamber.

At that moment, Qin Du was sitting upright on a meditation cushion. On the floor directly in front of him lay a book. Qin Du was cultivating according to the techniques written in it.

The plump little bee fluttered its tiny wings, landed on the book, and carefully read the contents with its round, beady bee eyes.

What was recorded was a method for converting demonic qi and spiritual power into each other, thereby enhancing one's cultivation.

Could it be that Qin Du had been practicing this all along?!

Wasn't this pure heretical demonic arts?

Lin Huaiqing, separated by only a single wall, was so angry his liver ached.

He had guided Qin Du toward the righteous path—why had he still walked down this road on his own?

Cultivation was indeed difficult for a demon, but converting one's demonic qi into spiritual power was not the righteous way.

So that day when Qin Du had struck the elder of the Baqi Sect and knocked down his cultivation realm, it was because he had converted his demonic qi into spiritual power, giving it such force?

This *Discourse on Immortals and Demons* was definitely not among the collections in the Xuantian Sect's library. Where had Qin Du gotten it?

Countless questions swirled in Lin Huaiqing's mind, so much so that he didn't notice Qin Du suddenly opening his eyes during meditation.

"Where did a bee come from at this time of year?"

Seeing a plump little bee crawling on his book, a mischievous thought crept into Qin Du's mind.

While the little bee sat motionless between the pages, he quietly reached over and, before the bee could react, snapped the book shut.

The little bee possessed by Lin Huaiqing was instantly squashed into a "bee pancake," and his divine sense was instantly ejected from the bee's body, snapping back into Lin Huaiqing's own form.

His divine sense took a slight hit—just a tiny wisp, so it barely affected him. At worst, he'd have a headache for a few days.

However, this only confirmed that Qin Du was beyond his control now, and there was no turning back from his path of demonic cultivation.

He'd asked Qin Du multiple times, but Qin Du kept flat-out denying he practiced demonic arts. Was it that he didn't trust him?

Outside the window, a crimson beam of light shot straight up into the sky.

It was coming from the roof of the side hall.

Qin Du had made his breakthrough.

Mu Yunting noticed it too, though he hadn't expected Qin Du to reach the Golden Core stage this fast.

The three of them stepped outside together.

Qin Du exclaimed excitedly:

"Master! Master! Your disciple finally broke through! I've reached the Golden Core stage!"

If Lin Huaiqing didn't know the truth, he'd have been happy for him.

But having just learned that Qin Du was secretly practicing demonic arts behind his back, he just couldn't work up any joy. He couldn't even fake being surprised.

All he said was a cold "Mm."

He had his own pride, after all.

Qin Du was clearly unhappy with that "Mm" and coaxed in a soft voice, "Master, won't you praise your disciple a bit more?"

"Keep up the effort." Lin Huaiqing tossed out those four words icily, then turned and went back to his room.

"Master!" Qin Du tried to chase after him, but was suddenly blocked by Mu Yunting, who had been watching the scene unfold.

"What do you want? Looking for a fight?"

"I'm just offering you a piece of advice. Master's probably gotten sick of you by now. Leaving with some dignity would be a relief."

"Leave?! It's you who should leave! Ever since you came back, Master has treated me differently! Are you the one whispering behind my back?"

Why was it that when Lin Huaiqing learned of Mu Yunting's breakthrough, he was so overjoyed? But now, when it was his turn, all he got was a lukewarm "Mm."

Even those four words afterward were practically begged for.

Was he really so inferior compared to Mu Yunting?