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

After Chu Xianlan shouted that, she felt incredibly relieved.

Thankfully, he regained his senses at the last moment and prevented a tragedy!

He wanted to show those damned Gu worms who the true master of this body was!

Cultivating both spiritual and physical consciousness—what a perfect solution!

This approach ensures that no one's innocence is harmed, solves the immediate crisis, and allows the master to see the individual as calm and reliable in the face of danger, actively seeking solutions.

He achieved three things at once; he's a genius!

Compared to his excitement, someone else's mood was not so pleasant.

In the darkness, Yi Chen stared at his disciple's full, rosy lips.

My mood is hanging in mid-air, unable to go up or down.

It's like stepping off a cliff and then being suddenly pulled back by the collar; beneath your feet lies an alluring abyss, and above you is the road you came from, with no way back.

"...You want to cultivate both spiritual and physical senses?"

The voice was low and hoarse, and in the darkness, it was difficult to discern much emotion.

Chu Xianlan quickly nodded, "Yes, Master, let's give it a try. It's better than... uh, that."

The saying goes, "Third time's the charm," but this almost happened a third time!

Aside from Xiao Huandu and his junior uncle, who are such oddballs? What normal master and disciple would be all lovey-dovey all the time? It's so strange, so weird.

Yi Chen remained silent for a moment.

The act of spiritual communion can easily damage one's spiritual consciousness if not handled carefully. If either party resists during the process, it may cause a shock to both parties' spiritual consciousness and damage to their sea of ​​consciousness.

Furthermore, entering each other's sea of ​​consciousness will allow them to share each other's memories, and all hidden secrets will have nowhere to hide.

Yi Chen knew that no matter how glamorous he appeared on the surface, there were countless unspeakable secrets hidden inside.

How could Chu Xianlan possibly see all this?

Even if the truth comes out one day, it must not be now.

Chu Xianlan really hadn't considered that much.

After all, when I encountered bottlenecks in my cultivation in the past, my master would occasionally probe my sea of ​​consciousness. I suppose the essence of dual cultivation of spirit and consciousness is not too different, right?

"Master, don't you think it's not feasible? Or is the risk too great...?"

Before the last syllable could be uttered, it disappeared between the touch of their lips. Chu Xianlan's eyes widened, her head buzzed, and she was kissed without warning.

It felt like a snowflake had fallen onto her lips.

The snow fell even more heavily over the entire Yujing Pavilion.

Even though it was just a matter of their lips touching, without any further action, Chu Xianlan's senses were stretched out infinitely at this moment. She didn't know how to react at all, and everything felt unreal.

Isn't it supposed to be about cultivating both spiritual and physical consciousness?

Why did they kiss again?!

Chu Xianlan froze, startled and wanting to lean back, but a strong hand steadily supported the back of his neck. The thumb and forefinger gently pinched an acupoint on the side of his neck, and his body was relieved of the force.

"Well……"

"Close your eyes, concentrate," a voice came from very close range, making my eardrums buzz, the tone seemingly helpless, "...Focus."

The next second, the clear, icy spiritual energy rushed in, flowing between her lips. The cultivation technique circulated, gradually calming the meridians that were boiling due to the Gu poison. After relieving some of the heat, a small cycle of energy circulation was completed.

The scorching heat was rapidly subsiding, and everything was cooling down, except for the breath, which grew increasingly hot and intertwined in this intimate contact.

Moonlight streamed into the room from the window, its soft glow perfectly outlining the silhouettes of two overlapping figures. The tall figure completely enveloped the boy's shadow, forming an impenetrable embrace that held him captive yet conveyed a sense of protection.

Chu Xianlan could clearly feel that his slightly cool lips were still pressed against hers.

I'm going crazy.

He felt this was abnormal.

But Master seemed to be genuinely handling the matter officially, seriously removing the curse, as if my resistance was the only thing that was surprising!

Could it be... that he really has impure thoughts, which is why he finds all of this so outrageous?

The restlessness within my body did gradually subside under the guidance of the clear spiritual energy, but all the heat rushed to my face.

Chu Xianlan closed her eyes in despair, praying frantically in her heart that it would all end soon.

After an unknown amount of time, the fusion of spiritual energy finally stopped.

Their lips parted, and fresh air rushed into their space. Chu Xianlan opened her eyes in a daze, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

For a moment I didn’t know what to say, but I felt I had to say something.

"Master, we..."

Before he could finish speaking, a hand reached out and gently wiped his lips with warm fingertips.

Chu Xianlan froze.

Yes, yes!

Master has obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness!

Moreover, she has a severe case of mysophobia, unable to tolerate even the slightest bit of dirt, let alone being contaminated by other people's scent or... bodily fluids. Just now, there was bound to be some residue...

I'm afraid Master couldn't stand it anymore long ago, right?

Just as he was at a loss, a calm voice came from the other end: "Is there anything else bothering you?"

Chu Xianlan shook his head abruptly, avoiding direct eye contact with his master. He really couldn't face his master now; he felt that no matter where he looked, it was inappropriate.

I told you not to do something more than three times, and this is the umpteenth time already! Ugh!

A traitorous disciple has emerged out of nowhere, making a powerful debut and shocking the world!

Xie Qingying fell silent after seeing it, Ji Cheng'an shed tears, and Chu Xianlan felt that the two big characters "traitor" above her head were shining brightly, almost illuminating the entire Jade Capital Pavilion.

Looking at the ever-changing expression on his disciple's face, Yi Chen assumed that he was just a young man who was shy and uncomfortable.

That's... somewhat understandable.

Actually, he wasn't entirely calm just now. He had thought the other person would resist such intimacy, but unexpectedly...

Everything is more acceptable than I expected.

The soft, moist touch did not repel him; the intertwined breaths brought warmth, enticing him to indulge in that intimate warmth and harmony.

For a moment, Yi Chen vaguely thought that even if they continued to delve deeper, it seemed... it wouldn't matter.

No wonder... Chu Xianlan rushed up to kiss him so recklessly before. Now that he has the Gu poison as a legitimate reason, he should be even happier, right?

Actually it is not.

Chu Xianlan sniffed and said in a mournful tone, "Master, just think of it as being bitten by a mosquito!"

Yi Chen: "...?" Mosquitoes?

Leaving behind a cryptic remark, the boy rose with a sense of tragic resolve and slunk away once more.

……

In the stillness of the night, the guards of Xingjin Pavilion carried lanterns and made their routine patrols through the corridors.

"Immortal Lord Zhaoming".

Upon seeing the visitors, the group bowed.

"Hmm," Wei Jin replied casually, "Did you see Xiao still crossing over?"

The guard replied, "Reporting to Immortal Lord, Senior Brother Xiao headed towards the library half an hour ago."

Upon hearing this, Wei Jin raised an eyebrow slightly, then turned and strolled leisurely toward the library.

He walked to the entrance of the library and, without any ceremony, raised his voice and called out, "Xiao Huandu!"

Immediately, a rustling sound came from inside.

"I'm here! What's wrong, Master? I'm here!"

The door was pushed open, and a tall figure strode out. Wei Jin crossed his arms, leisurely tilted his head slightly, and looked his disciple up and down.

"What are you doing in the library?"

Xiao Huandu chuckled, "Having nothing to do, I'll pick up a few books to read."