The next day, Yun Cuo couldn’t persuade Xue Huai, so he set out with him on the journey back to Murong Mountain Sect.
Xue Huai had only requested ten days of leave, but now it was overdue by more than ten days. He even ran away early. He had so much fun that he didn’t remember to report to Murong Jinchuan until the thunder calamities were over.
Xue Huai lied without blinking an eye now. In the letter, he said, “I was injured on the way back. I am staying somewhere else for recuperation. I don’t know when I will return. Don’t worry.”
Murong Jinchuan’s reply was also simple: “Got it.”
He asked Yun Cuo, “What do you think these three words mean?”
Yun Cuo thought about it but couldn’t figure it out.
Xue Huai then pointed it out for him: “It means ‘to deal with you’, or ‘to deal with you and your Daoist companion together’.”
Yun Cuo held him in his arms and smiled grimly: “Don’t be afraid. I kidnapped you, and we will be punished together.”
After three big thunders, Xue Huai was weak. In order not to be exposed, he ate a few Danyuan fruits, which could replenish his body in a short period of time.
As soon as he got to the ground, he knew he had guessed right—
They have been dragging on for more than half a month. The disciples in the sect are in the midst of the intense final examinations and are quietly preparing for the spring vacation after the examinations.
And at this time, when everyone was nervous and the monks were busy, Murong Jinchuan personally led people to line up on both sides of Yingshan Road, standing quietly at the door with solemn brows. Xue Huai knew that he would most likely be scolded and maybe even beaten.
He and Yun Cuo followed Murong Jinchuan to the top of the mountain, one in front and one behind. There were many disciples who were taking the test and looked over curiously. When they arrived at the courtyard where Murong Jinchuan usually taught his disciples, the junior sister also ran out to watch and waved to them, “Ya, the missing Xue Shixiong and Yun Shidi who had run away are back!”
Even though Xue Huai had been with Yun Cuo all day and had developed thick skin, he couldn’t stand so many people’s attention. His cheeks quickly turned red, but Yun Cuo still stretched out his hand to shake with his.
Xue Huai glared at him and asked him in a low voice, “What are you doing?”
Yun Cuo innocently and naturally said, “There are many rocks on the road, I was afraid you would fall.”
Xue Huai struggled for a long time without success, and he couldn’t move too much either, so it was not until Murong Jinchuan stood still and waved away everyone that they let go of the hands they were holding.
Murong Jinchuan glanced back at them and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Xue Huai kneeled down. Yun Cuo didn’t know the situation, he just saw him kneeling down, so he kneeled down too.
“.…..” Murong Jinchuan asked, “You already know what you did wrong before I even say anything?”
Xue Huai never cared about the saying, “A man’s knees are made of gold.” He was good at playing dumb and acting obedient, especially in front of his grandparents.
Xue Huai muttered, “Every time you want to punish me, the first sentence you say is always ‘Kneel down! Have you been reading some weird books?’ I can even recite it by heart.”
Murong Jinchuan laughed angrily: “Then you tell me, then you tell me, what am I looking for you for?”
Xue Huai said seriously, “The disciple should reflect on myself. First, I should not leave without saying anything, which is a loss of integrity. Second, I should not have returned home and quarreled with my father over trivial matters, which is a loss of integrity as a man and was impetuous and impulsive. I really shouldn’t have done that. Third, I don’t know how to be modest. I should stop when I am done. I shouldn’t leave home without saying anything. Fourth, I didn’t take care of my body and got sick easily, so I didn’t…”
“Wait.” Murong Jinchuan interrupted him with a gloomy face. “What’s going on between you and your father?”
He thought Xue Huai was confessing, but Xue Huai knew everything. He left the Xue family, and what he said before leaving was close to severing the father-son relationship with Xue Zong. Even if the Xue family did not publicize such a big thing, Xue Zong would definitely come to the Murong Immortal Sect to discuss it with Murong Jinchuan.
His temperament is like that of his father. Murong Mi is cool and calm, and Xue Zong is stubborn and steady. Xue Huai did not take after his mother’s coolness, nor did he take after Xue Zong’s calmness, but it just so happens that he inherited that superficial stubbornness and the inner stubbornness that could not be pulled back even by ten bulls.
Therefore, Xue Huai thought that if he was angry, Xue Zong would be angry too, and when he calmed down, Xue Zong’s anger would almost be gone as well.
He asked, “Grandpa, has my father come to see you?”
Murong Jinchuan said, “I didn’t let him in. Later, he sent a message saying that he had a quarrel with you, and you ran away. You are already so big, and you still run away from home. Xiao Huai, who taught you to be like this?”
Xue Huai tried to defend himself: “I… I wrote you a letter, but I suddenly fell ill at that time. The sequel to the nightmare last time came back, so I was in bed for several days and didn’t have time to tell you.”
Murong Jinchuan sighed heavily. “So many days! You could have sent someone to give us a message. I won’t say anything more about you since you are sick, but what about Yun Cuo? Ah? I sent the green bird from the manor to Dongzhou to look for you guys day and night, for fear that something happened to you guys!”
He turned his gaze to Yun Cuo, as if he were disappointed with him. “You are his fiancé, his future Daoist partner! If anything happens, just tell us. Is it so hard ah? You will be the Immortal Lord in the future. How many eyes are staring at you, and how many people want to harm you? What’s wrong with giving us reassurance from time to time, ah?”
Yun Cuo stammered, “I’m sorry, Shizun.”
Xue Huai also said, “Grandpa, I was wrong.”
Seeing that they admitted their mistakes with a good attitude, Murong Jinchuan said nothing more and told them to get up quickly. Xue Huai lied to him and felt guilty, so he was very well behaved. He agreed with everything Murong Jinchuan said and was even willing to think more and reflect deeply according to the self-reflection requirements proposed by Murong Jinchuan too.
Yun Cuo had no idea what to say and was ordered by Xue Huai to peel fruits for Murong Jinchuan.
Xue Huai was asked to sit down and reach out his hand for the old man to diagnose his pulse. Murong Jinchuan was not at ease and found out that his body was weak, but not too weak either. He asked him, “Why have you been trapped by a nightmare again? Your pulse doesn’t seem to have been invaded by ghosts, but rather seems to have experienced the thunder calamity. Didn’t you recover well last time?”
Xue Huai continued to ramble, “A little. It’s my fault, Grandpa. I was bored on my way back and thought the Water Spiritual Root could benefit me in the meantime, I didn’t expect a relapse of an old illness.”
Murong Jinchuan frowned and said, “This won’t work. You can never cultivate the Water Spiritual Root again in the future. But your illness is also strange, I will study it more later.”
Xue Huai was afraid that his grandfather would come up with some strange medicine for him to eat again, so he quickly said, “There is no need to put in any effort! Grandpa, I promise I won’t use the Water Spirit Root for cultivation in the future. I will be well.”
“Well, I’m going back.” Murong Jinchuan stood up, put his hands behind his back, and glanced at the two of them. “I will punish you too. According to the sect rules, Yun Cuo will clean the Spiritual Cave for seven days.”
Xue Huai asked, “What about me?”
Murong Jinchuan glanced at him and said, “Go in seclusion in the Ice Cave for three days to get rid of desires and to cultivate your mind. Your pulse shows strong central fire and a mixed aura. You should eliminate it well.”
Xue Huai: “……”
After Murong Jinchuan left, Xue Huai’s face slowly turned red.
Yun Cuo came to him and said, “Xue Huai? Xue Huai, let me go into seclusion with you.”
Xue Huai whispered, “No, don’t follow me. You are annoying.”
In the end, Yun Cuo followed him anyway.
Xue Huai has been a little restless recently, and he has also noticed it himself.
After achieving his revenge targets, Yun Cuo gave up his plan to become the Immortal Lord. Now it seems that they can prepare for their wedding—with Yun Cuo around, he no longer has to worry about the future battle for the throne affecting the two families. He is no longer as anxious to improve his cultivation as before, and he is no longer trying hard to learn the mind-viewing technique and a skill to protect his family in troubled times.
He also managed to get by Murong Jinchuan, and it’s also fortunate that Xue Zong didn’t say anything, so he was able to hide the truth from the old man.
He thought to himself, How sad would it be if his grandparents knew the cause of their daughter’s death?
He became lazy and kept flirting with Yun Cuo, like a spoiled cat.
He felt that this was not alright, but he couldn’t figure out why it was not alright as well. Yun Cuo was like a piece of candy that made people addicted to him for a long time and forget about everything else.
Three days in seclusion, three days of fasting, meditation, and driving away the cold. He was traveling a small circumference that night, and before he was halfway through, he heard a crack in the cave above his head, and then a dark silhouette jumped straight over, pounced him to the ground, and held him in a deadly embrace.
Yun Cuo rubbed his face. “Xue Huai ge, I’m here to accompany you.”
Xue Huai pushed him away and cursed in a low voice, “Who asked you to come? My aura was scared away by you. And this Ice Cave is made of millions of Ice Stones that my grandfather invited from the Brahma, dismantled, and reorganized on the spot. Now you are good, you smashed a hole out, and I will have to write a reflection again.”
Yun Cuo affectionately bit the tip of his ear and said, “No, let Xiao Tao write it.”
Then there were two more sounds of falling to the ground, and the gluttonous ghost and the little gray cat, whom he hadn’t seen for days, rushed towards, huddled around, and pounced on Xue Huai. Xue Huai hugged them with both hands, barely enduring the intimacy of two happy and crazy little animals, as well as Yun Cuo’s intimacy—he pressed Xue Huai to the ground, slowly and deeply kissing every inch of his skin, nibbling and sucking.
Xue Huai smiles, “Don’t make a fuss anymore! You all get up, get up quickly.”
But this is just talk.
Yun Cuo didn’t say a word, his movements didn’t stop. He skillfully peels off Xue Huai’s clothes. Xue Huai felt his burgeoning eruption of desire and possessiveness, which was raging overwhelmingly.
This desire roused his senses for a moment, and then a little later it flew back down into the mist. Because of Xue Huai’s health, they had been suppressed for more than twenty days, and only now were they eagerly searching for each other. Xue Huai was picked up by him and pressed against the cold rock wall, causing him to shiver all over.
Yun Cuo took off his outer robe and put it on his back. In his daze, he remembered listening to Xue Huai’s instructions and throwing a barrier that closed off the five senses and six consciousnesses, covering the two little things they had raised.
Xue Huai was terrified—the gluttonous ghost and the little gray cat were both crawling towards his feet, and he almost stepped on them. The little gray cat had no spiritual awareness, but the gluttonous ghost had some. The feeling of ‘being watched’ was clearly and strangely nailed into his mind, stimulating him so much that his whole body turned red without him realizing it.
Yun Cuo smiled softly and whispered in Xue Huai’s ear, “What are you afraid of? They don’t understand.”
Xue Huai curled up and buried his face in Yun Cuo’s chest, whispering, “What if they do?”
Xue Huai looked at Yun Cuo’s broad shoulders rising and falling in front of his eyes, and through his shoulders and the gap above his head, he glimpsed the bright starlight outside. Suddenly, he felt like laughing.
To get rid of desires and cultivate the mind, what else can he do like this? If Murong Jinchuan knew what they were doing in here, he would probably beat them to death.
He knew that he was doomed. He was obsessed with lust. He could withstand the cold wind, fire, and even death, but he could not withstand Yun Cuo, the first stormy love in his life.
He was proud and conceited, just like all people who plunged into love for the first time. He openly and shyly gave all of him to the other party and expected the other party to return the same love, trust, and honesty.
This is wrong and dangerous.
Yun Cuo is a dangerous person.
Yun Cuo noticed that he was laughing. His slender fingers brushed through his wet hair. White mist floated up as he spoke: “What are you laughing at?”
Xue Huai didn’t say what he was laughing at either, he just stared at him with his charming eyes and asked him to kiss him. All the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, turning into an ambiguous, low sigh.
He still said those three words: “Yun Cuo ya.”
The author has something to say: Three-year-old Yun: Xue Huai ge, let’s go♂cultivate♂our♂minds!
Four-years-old Xue: I believed in your evils
