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

In a moment of doubt, Chu Xianlan felt confused.

Why does every time he's alone with his master lately always end up like this for no apparent reason?

Chu Xianlan was pushed against the edge of the pool, her arms, which had nowhere to go, were led and slowly climbed onto Yi Chen's shoulder. The extremely long and deep kiss made his lips and tongue weak and numb. His consciousness was blurred by the lingering mist. The young man was experiencing desire for the first time and did not have much experience. His clumsy and awkward response was not a skill.

But he had long since lost interest in whether he was doing well or not, or whether the current situation was appropriate.

The person before me is truly captivating.

Yi Chen's pale skin was covered with extremely fine and faint scales. Half of his wet silver hair was swept behind his shoulders, and the other half clung to his collarbone, unable to conceal the beautiful body he had honed through years of sword practice. His shoulders and back were relaxed, his chest was firm, and his strong waist and abdomen were wrapped in scales. In a daze, he seemed like a seductive demon in the dark night, or a god who should not exist in the three thousand mortal worlds.

It's beautiful, but not gentle.

His aura was filled with a fearsome aggressiveness, as if the bewitching power he possessed was just an illusion, and that he could be easily devoured with the slightest thought.

During the more than ten years he lived in the Jade Capital Pavilion, how come he never suspected that his master was a half-demon?

Seeing the boy's increasingly dazed expression, Yi Chen stepped back slightly, his rough, scarred fingertips lightly brushing against the disciple's reddened lower lip. "Breathe."

"Are you alright?"

Chu Xianlan opened his eyes halfway, panting heavily. His mouth was a mess from being rubbed. He wanted to say, "Disciple is fine," but also, "Actually, I'm not feeling well." In the end, he didn't answer anything.

The boy opened his lips and took the mischievous finger that was resting between his lips into his mouth.

Yi Chen's breathing became heavier.

He raised his hand, gathering all his wet, disheveled silver hair behind his head. His indifferent expression changed, and his voice became noticeably dry: "Xianlan, do you want to continue?"

...Continue with what? Kiss Master?

Chu Xianlan's heart fluttered, and she lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong. She instinctively felt that she liked this intimacy and nodded.

He made a request: "I want a kiss too."

Yi Chen then gave him another gentle, brief kiss, and asked again, "Is this all you want? What about the others?"

"Other...what?"

When Chu Xianlan realized what his master was about to do, all his senses were focused, and he instantly became clear-headed. The snake's tail gently brushed against his ankle, which was clearly cold, but it made him feel as if he had been burned by hot coals, and a great sense of shame rose in his heart.

"Master...Master...I..."

I felt cold just now, but now I feel a bit hot.

Yi Chen glanced at him, knowing roughly where his disciple's limits lay. Without pausing his work, he gave Chu Xianlan a comforting kiss on the eyelid, "I'll help you."

This sounds familiar.

The tone was similar, the words were reassuring; I felt like I had heard them before, and even... I had said them myself.

Having Master do this... isn't quite right... but...

Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, Chu Xianlan couldn't help but bite her knuckles, her eyes glazed over as she gazed at Yi Chen with a dazed look.

Unparalleled trust, unconditional loyalty, and tacit approval of what the other person does to you—such boundless obedience is enough to strike the softest spot in anyone's heart, and Yi Chen is no exception.

His heart trembled, and his gaze at the boy gradually became filled with an unyielding infatuation. He loved the way Chu Xianlan was moved by him, as if he were intoxicated and dreaming.

His disciples, whom he personally trained, were all in accordance with his preferences in every way.

Even though he wasn't the one being controlled, Yi Chen's breathing became erratic.

He pried open the boy's tightly bitten fingers and replaced them with his own lips and teeth.

"...Is this comfortable?"

The tone of the inquiry was natural and casual.

It was as if I were discussing with him whether he had mastered today's lessons, memorized the sword techniques, and stabilized his spiritual power. It was as if what I was doing was not overstepping the bounds, but just the most ordinary advice between master and disciple.

Chu Xianlan trembled uncontrollably, her eyes burning crimson, and she opened her mouth several times before finally managing to squeeze out a barely audible, fragmented sound from her throat:

"……Um."

...

A flash of white light appeared before his eyes, and Chu Xianlan collapsed onto Yi Chen's shoulder as if all his strength had left him. His scalp tingled, and the heat had not yet subsided. His mind seemed to be detached from his body, floating lightly in mid-air. He clearly hadn't choked on water, but he felt like he was about to drown from the unbearable sensation.

As the intense heat began to subside, Yi Chen's deep, gentle voice rang in my ears, "Xian Lan."

A tender kiss lingered on her neck, accompanied by the other's breath, and Chu Xianlan gradually came to her senses.

Pupils dilate, dilate, and dilate some more.

Chu Xianlan simply couldn't believe what had just happened!

My gaze passed over my master's shoulder, and my reflection was vaguely seen on the water. That wasn't a person; it was the most dissolute and frivolous rebellious disciple in the entire cultivation world!

Chu Li! You're not human!

So just now, Master really helped him... Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!

But how could Master do such a thing?!

calm……

I can't calm down!

His heart couldn't take it anymore. Chu Xianlan's mind was filled with thoughts of her own madness, her rebellious son's madness, and the cultivation world's madness. She struggled to pry open Yi Chen's hand to look closely—there was nothing there!

All traces and evidence were wiped clean by the cleansing spell.

Staring at her master's palm, recalling the rough touch of those scars, scenes exploded in her mind, and Chu Xianlan's face grew redder and redder, wishing she could sink to the bottom of the pool and never come out again.

When Yi Chen saw him like this, he thought his disciple wanted to hold hands and act cute. The tip of his tail at the bottom of the pool swayed back and forth. He wrapped his slender fingers around the other person, pressed his palms together, and took the initiative to interlock his fingers.

Chu Xianlan: ?

In his panic and despair, he suddenly paused, a thought flashing through his mind: he was freed, but what about his master? Even now, his master hadn't abandoned him; he couldn't just leave his master hanging...

After all, they are all normal men, and besides, during that memory illusion incident, Master clearly also...

Reciprocity is a matter of course.

Chu Xianlan's mind was in turmoil. After much agonizing thought, she took a deep breath and secretly peered underwater—

There was nothing there.

The structure of a snake is different from that of a human. Many parts of it are completely different from those of an ordinary person. Looking around, the smooth and flat scales hide everything, making it impossible to see or touch.

Chu Xianlan was stunned.

Then... what should we do?

Chu Xianlan was already burning with shame, and now his face was burning even more. Just then, Yi Chen put his arm around his waist and said softly, "I'll take you back."

The water rippled, and sensing that the other person was about to lift her up, Chu Xianlan closed her eyes tightly and finally said, "I'm going to risk it all."

"Master, this disciple... this disciple can also help you relieve this..."

But the moment they left the water, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he and Yi Chen were already dressed, as if nothing had happened.