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

In an instant, Chu Xianlan's breathing became rapid. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't quite describe how he felt. It was as if a fire was spreading from his lips to every part of his body. These three words were so profound. They made his heart pound more than any other words and made him dizzy more than any other intimate moment.

It's not just liking or feeling fond of someone, it's love.

I love you... I love you... I...

It is probably unimaginable to the masses that one day, a celestial being descended from the mortal realm would sincerely utter these three words to someone.

Even the hardest, most stoic ice can melt into flowing water, willingly flowing into the other's palm, soaking or drowning them.

Those who cultivate the Tao appreciate elegance and often use the metaphor of romance and beauty to express their deepest feelings in a way that is difficult to articulate.

These words are tantamount to voluntarily surrendering one's armor and weapons, handing over a knife that could stab oneself to the other party, abandoning principles and self-respect, and from then on, all joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are tied to one person.

But what about that?

Yi Chen spoke out, but he was not uneasy about his passive situation. Instead, he felt a great sense of relief and joy.

A heavy stone weighing on my heart shattered with a crash.

Cultivation, destiny, status, half-demon bloodline—everything was unavoidable, everything was done in accordance with the circumstances. If there was any selfish reason why he couldn't live without him, it was only the person right in front of him.

Having watched his disciple grow from a toddler into a tall young man, and seen the earnest look in his eyes when he first held a sword, he wanted to see Chu Xianlan grow into an even more composed young man. He had watched for so long, but he still couldn't get enough. The greedy half-demon wanted to keep watching like this forever.

"Xianlan, did you hear me?"

Under the disciple's blank stare, Yi Chen raised his eyebrows helplessly. Usually, Chu Xianlan would talk frantically while he listened quietly. Why is it the other way around now?

but.

Yi Chen briefly recalled the absurd scene of their previous "mutual understanding".

This time, Chu Xianlan did not kneel down on the spot, which can be considered a sign that she has changed her attitude after three days of separation.

After a while, Chu Xianlan opened his mouth and said, "Well, this disciple feels that this mine is quite deep. I think I saw several kinds of ores along the way. The Northern Underworld is indeed rich in mineral veins. It would be great if we could dig up more and bring them back. It just so happens that this disciple is running low on refining materials. The Thousand Tribulations Hammer is getting a bit dull after using it for a while, so I need to find time to sharpen it..."

Yi Chen: "Okay."

"By the way, Master, are you thirsty? I brought some water. Speaking of which, I saw something called 'Fire Sound Stone' in the Taiyi Sect's records. It's used to forge fire-type magic weapons, but I don't know what it looks like. If I could get one for Yanling to play with, he would definitely be happy..."

Yi Chen: "I'm not thirsty."

"I wonder when the sky crack will stop? The thunder outside is so fierce, does that mean we'll have to spend the night here? The disciples' tents aren't even ready yet, we just threw them on the ground and left. Hua Ling will definitely scold us when we get back..."

Yi Chen: "No, it won't."

Chu Xianlan was too nervous, and the more he talked, the less illogical it became. He was talking nonsense and rambling on and on. Yi Chen did not interrupt him, but responded from time to time, with a slight smile on his lips.

When Chu Xianlan finally ran out of words, Yi Chen looked down at his face so close to his own and found it incredibly adorable. Unable to resist, he asked in a hoarse voice, "I want to kiss you, is that alright?"

Chu Xianlan's breathing stopped abruptly: "..."

A seductive aura rained down on his skin, so close. Silver hair brushed against his cheeks, tickling him, and his mind was filled with a flurry of excited thoughts.

He sensed something, closed his eyes, and waited...

wrong.

—That's not the order! He hasn't said it yet!

"...Master, actually I...I also..."

What's so difficult about this... You were able to spout all that nonsense without even thinking, so what's so difficult about this!

Shut up, just say it!

"I wanted to say..."

Yi Chen turned his head slightly, his eyes gentle, and waited patiently for him to finish speaking.

Chu Xianlan stared wide-eyed, stammering for a long time without being able to speak, and embarrassingly got stuck, almost wanting to punch himself.

In a fit of anger, he dumped everything from his storage pouch onto the ground, making a clattering sound. Jade pendants, sword tassels, rings, necklaces, hairpins, wristbands... all sorts of magical artifacts scattered on the ground.

The boy knelt down and gathered all the things back to himself, piling them into a heap.

The magical artifacts were piled up in his arms like a small mountain, almost engulfing him. He almost couldn't hold them and they almost slipped out of his arms.

Chu Xianlan showed the magical artifacts to Yi Chen one by one. He originally planned to send them out after making nine hundred, but unfortunately time was limited, and he had only made less than one-tenth of them so far, but the number was still considerable.

"These are all things I made for you."

When young people talk about their works, they are always excited. Their bright blue eyes are moist, like spring water hidden in the morning mist, beautiful beyond compare, lively and vivid, full of deep emotions that cannot be concealed.

"Um."

Yi Chen looked through them one by one, listened attentively to his explanation of their functions and uses, and praised them generously: "I like them very much."

He reached out his hand, wanting to take a sword tassel and examine it closely.

Chu Xianlan slightly raised her body, looked up at Yi Chen, but did not hand over the item.

He lowered his eyes, solemnly placed his hand in Yi Chen's palm, grasped his fingers, and slowly closed them, clasping them tightly.

My heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

"And I... am yours too."

As Chu Xianlan spoke, he had a strange feeling that he had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, looking forward to devoutly surrendering himself and offering everything to the gods.

Half-demon and prince, master and disciple, god and believer.

No matter how the world changes or how time turns, these identities will remain unchanged. Just as the sincere hearts that both parties gave will never be taken back.

The next instant, Yi Chen pulled the person forcefully into his arms. Whether it was an illusion or not, his body and breathing seemed to be trembling violently.

It's not an illusion.

Yi Chen wrapped his arms around Chu Xianlan's back, tightening his grip, and rested his chin on the boy's shoulder, as if at this moment, his restless emotions had finally been satisfied.

Suddenly, Yi Chen said, "The flavor is weak." His nose brushed against Chu Xianlan's ear, his voice low and somewhat disappointed.

"What...smells like this?"

Of course, it was someone's aura that they deliberately left on the disciple.

Half-demons have an astonishingly strong sense of territory and are unlikely to back down in this regard.

These past few days, Chu Xianlan has been deliberately avoiding Yi Chen. The two haven't been in close contact for a long time, so their auras have naturally dissipated.

After hearing his master's explanation, Chu Xianlan remembered that Xiao Huandu and Xiao Shengsheng seemed to have mentioned this before, but no one brought it up again, so he forgot about it.

Chu Xianlan: "..."

That's why those half-demon in Peach Blossom Spring had such strange eyes!

No wonder they said, "This smell is so strong," "Is this appropriate?" "We all blushed when we smelled it"... Ahhhhh!

However, considering that they were already of one mind, Chu Xianlan blushed and thought for a moment before suggesting:

"Then... Master, can't you just cover it with your aura again?"

Perhaps it's the fearlessness of youth, but he was naturally honest in this regard, possessing both purity and boldness.

The air was thick with a rapidly expanding, scorching heat.

The two kissed passionately in the dark, filthy mine, oblivious to everything else, as if trying to make up for the loss of the past few days.

Yi Chen slowly kissed Chu Xianlan's eyebrows, ears, and finally her neck. His movements were so gentle that Chu Xianlan trembled with ticklishness. She covered her flushed cheeks with the back of her hand, trying not to make a sound.

Very nice.

When the boy looked up, his long neck was like white jade.

It makes one wonder if it could be easily damaged.

Soon, Chu Xianlan's cheeks turned red, her nose tip was pink, and her whole body was glowing with a rosy hue. There was saliva on her lips and chin. She was almost pulled onto Yi Chen's lap, weakly clinging to his shoulders, enduring the aggressive kiss that seemed to want to devour him.

So what if I suffocate...

What was that saying again? Even as a ghost, one can be romantic...

Better to die for a fellow practitioner than for a traitor.

Chu Xianlan couldn't control herself and tugged hard at the soft, silvery-white hair with her fingers.

Yi Chen's breathing faltered slightly, as if he had been greatly stimulated.

"Hmm?" Chu Xianlan vaguely realized that she had done something wrong, and was about to apologize when she let go of her hand. Suddenly, she felt an unusual heat pressing against her side.

Actually, the two of them were a little aroused just now, but it was still within a controllable level, and they didn't really intend to do anything in this kind of place.

but now……

After a long silence, Yi Chen gently patted his side and whispered, "Get up first..."

This time, Chu Xianlan did not listen to her master.

Suddenly, the spiritual pattern between Yi Chen's brows flashed violently, and the fiery heat of the young man's palm pressed against him through his clothes, making the place feel like a wildfire.

Chu Xianlan's eyes held a layer of alluring light, and a resolute look appeared in her eyes. She was too embarrassed to look at Yi Chen's face, so she lowered her eyes and stared at him intently.

As the saying goes, things shouldn't happen more than three times.

Having suffered repeated defeats and been rejected twice, this rebellious disciple is determined to achieve something today.