When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Chu Xianlan's belated embarrassment went unnoticed by the other person present. Yi Chen, still preoccupied with worry, patiently asked again, "Are you feeling better?"

It couldn't be better.

It's so good that I want to use my neck to tug-of-war with the roof beams, and elbow the ground from high above, to deliver a crisp slap to this beautiful and exciting world of cultivation.

Chu Xianlan took a step back without making a sound, only to find that she couldn't move. It turned out that her master's hand was still around her waist. Just as she was racking her brains to think of how to change this suffocating situation, Yi Chen suddenly leaned closer.

Chu Xianlan's eyes widened, and the next moment, she felt a cool skin touch her forehead.

"……Um?"

Why is Master pressing his forehead against...my forehead?

Yi Chen frowned slightly. Because his original form was a snake, his body temperature was already lower than that of ordinary people, and now he could clearly feel the unusually high temperature on the boy's forehead.

...It is indeed getting hot.

If one suddenly falls into a coma during cultivation, especially after experiencing intense emotional fluctuations, it can easily lead to reversed blood flow and disordered spiritual energy, potentially pushing one to the brink of demonic possession.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Xianlan felt her body lighten as she was lifted up horizontally in her arms.

Chu Xianlan: "%$#*&#@??!!"

Why did Master suddenly... hug... him up again?

The sudden suspension left his body stiff and his mind completely blank. His first reaction was to twist and struggle!

The result of this action was that the bath towel around her waist became loose. In her panic, Chu Xianlan grabbed wildly and grabbed Yi Chen's clothes. The forces overlapped, and they both lost their balance.

"Splash—"

"Whoa~~ What a loud noise! ​​They must be doing it inside."

Outside the Fairy Pool, Hua Ling covered her red face and flew around wildly, her heart pounding with excitement. So exciting, so exciting!

Xue Ling sat obediently on the tree branch, tilting her head as she asked, "What's called 'that'?"

"Well, this matter is rather complex. In short, there is strength in numbers. As a master, it is only natural to lend a helping hand when your disciple is in trouble."

Hua Ling tossed her hair, striking a pose of a knowledgeable and mature woman.

"None of that matters. Just ignore it, they need to be fucked hard today!"

Xue Ling frowned and shook her head gently, still not understanding.

At this moment, some sounds came from the Immortal Spirit Pool again.

Hua Ling quickly covered Xue Ling's ears and shook her head frantically, "Ahhhhhhh—you're still a baby, you can't listen to this—"

Xue Ling, who was categorized as a "baby," was bewildered: "I'm already hundreds of years old."

Chu Xianlan was forced to fall back into the pool, the water rippled violently, white mist surged, and his back slammed against the pool wall.

Yi Chen was also pulled into the spirit pool, his hands braced against the pool wall beside Chu Xianlan's ears, completely encircling her in an extremely narrow space.

Strands of his soaked silver hair fell down, their cool texture brushing against the boy's still slightly heaving chest. His knees were pressed against the bottom of the pool, and one leg was nestled between Chu Xianlan's legs.

At this moment, there was almost no gap between the two, and the heavy heartbeats could be clearly heard intertwined.

Chu Xianlan completely ignored the pain of his back hitting the pool wall, because his brain was practically vaporizing; the situation before him was truly indescribable. Simply put, thanks to this deadly position, he could feel his master's knees subtly hovering underwater.

Because of this eerie state, a chilling sensation spreads down the spine and throughout the entire body.

Not right.

He seems, appears to be, a bit...

Oh my god...!

It's no wonder that Chu Xianlan was so easily... What a nineteen-year-old boy, given that he doesn't usually focus on this kind of thing and has very little experience in solving problems on his own.

This is an act of God!

In the current situation, he dared not move an inch.

Fortunately, the pool water and white mist provided some cover, otherwise...

Helpless, Chu Xianlan could only pray frantically in her heart that her master would not notice anything amiss, while closing her eyes and silently reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra, her mind reeling.

I was crying because I was sad just now, but now I'm really about to cry from anxiety.

Yi Chen looked up and found that his disciple's eyes were staring blankly. His skin, which was already red from the heat of the pool, was now as red as a boiled shrimp.

Thinking this was a sign that the fever was getting worse, Yi Chen, fearing that his disciple's condition would deteriorate further, earnestly explained, "Just now, I wanted to take you away from here."

Chu Xianlan knew that his master meant well, but he was going through the most difficult time of his life.

"Master, I can get up by myself. Could you... please step outside for a moment?"

Yi Chen was taken aback. Chu Xianlan's gaze was somewhat evasive, and her ears turned even redder. From any angle, she didn't seem like someone who "could" do it.

He didn't know if this was just youthful bravado or an unwillingness to show vulnerability in front of him, but given his physical condition, those trivial matters could be put aside for the time being; regulating his meridians was the most urgent task.

Yi Chen frowned slightly, about to adjust his posture and pull his disciple out of the pool, when he suddenly felt a warmth on his side. He casually glanced down—

The two stared at each other in silence, and the air seemed to freeze for a few breaths.

Chu Xianlan: "..."

Yi Chen: "..."

Chu Xianlan: "..."

Yi Chen: "..."

If silence is golden, then the two of them have already made a fortune.

Perhaps it was a final burst of energy before death, but Chu Xianlan simply spoke frankly: "Master, I... I'm really fine. Could you please excuse me for a moment?"

Yi Chen's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he responded with a dry "Mmm".

With a splash, the water rippled gently. Yi Chen walked steadily toward the edge of the pool, but when he turned around, the faint blush on his ears betrayed his condition.

Yi Chen suffered a severe shock.

For the first time, I clearly realized that Chu Xianlan's affection was not just a cautious pursuit, but an impulse and desire, a straightforward lust that would arise because of him.

Simple skin-to-skin contact, or even just being in the same room, is no longer enough for this child? Has he... become so pent up?

But this is wrong, this won't do.

Those who cultivate the Tao should purify their minds and reduce their desires, uphold righteousness, and should not... should never...

Even so, some questions flashed through Yi Chen's mind: During the five years he was in seclusion, did his disciples think of him like this when they were alone? In the quiet of the night, did they also...?

Before leaving the Immortal Spirit Pool, Yi Chen almost forgot to use magic to dry his clothes and body.

The two spirits of heaven and earth who were guarding the door waited for a long time before Yi Chen pushed the door open and came out with slightly hurried steps and an unnatural expression.

Hua Ling looked him up and down with a strange expression: "Yi Chen, how come you're so fast?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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