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

The dragon-bone demon ship sped along.

Ming Si was determined to keep his promise and did not interfere with the Taiyi Sect members at all. It was as if he had lost interest in them. He disappeared after boarding the ship and only arranged for his subordinates to show them the structure of the demon ship.

Chu Xianlan once again sank into her sea of ​​consciousness.

The spiritual energy here is so abundant that it's excessive, yet he still can't break through to the Nascent Soul realm, just like a bottle that's about to overflow being blocked by a stopper.

For cultivators to break through to a higher realm, they often need a bit of luck or opportunity, which means that simply having a fast cultivation speed is not enough.

Chu Xianlan originally wanted to build up her confidence before reshaping her spiritual root, but perhaps because she was too eager to achieve her goal, she fell into a vicious cycle and was truly stuck at the bottleneck.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I pulled myself out of my sea of ​​consciousness, only to find my waist stuck.

Its silvery-white tail coiled around its waist several times, the end swaying lightly at an unsteady pace, maintaining a tension that was neither too tight nor too loose.

Chu Xianlan glanced in the direction of the tail, her gaze following the scales. Yi Chen was leaning against the soft couch by the window, holding a book in his hand.

His silver-white hair was gilded with a thin layer of gold by the sunlight, as was his high-bridged nose, and his indifferent expression remained unchanged. His upper body was that of a dignified and abstinent immortal cultivator, his robes buttoned tightly; his lower body was that of a bewitching and seductive serpent demon, his silver-white snake tail peeking out from under his robes.

The disjointed images appear on the same person, yet it doesn't feel out of place at all.

It wasn't like this back in Peach Blossom Spring, but once on this dragon-bone demon ship, the deeper they went into the Northern Underworld, Yi Chen seemed to become more and more casual and lazy, not even bothering to maintain the human appearance of his eyes and tail.

Chu Xianlan suddenly had a whimsical idea: The reason why half-demons are not called "half-humans," or "human-demons" or "demon-humans" might be because the demon part makes up a larger proportion of their being?

or.

Half-demons are more comfortable in human territory, taking human form, but feel more at ease in demon territory, revealing their demonic form.

Just a wild guess.

After all, there was no logical basis for it, and few examples for him to refer to.

Yi Chen knew someone was watching him, so he raised his eyes and asked, "Still not working?"

Chu Xianlan snapped out of her daze, straightened her back, and reported the situation in a methodical manner.

"Master, in the past, from Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment, and then to Golden Core, each breakthrough was achieved unintentionally under favorable conditions. I think... this time, perhaps some kind of opportunity is missing."

With each new "disciple" he mentioned, the tail wrapped around him tightened even more.

Chu Xianlan: "..." Oh no, I forgot.

Yesterday morning, Yi Chen asked him to call his name again.

When it came to matters of principle, Chu Xianlan naturally refused.

Just kidding! How could a disciple call his master by his full name? If someone actually did, being dragged to the disciplinary hall and whipped a hundred times would be the least of their worries!

Chu Xianlan had barely begun her impassioned argument when she was silenced and kissed. She had just started reciting the sect rules, ancestral precepts, and the golden words of the Taiyi Sect's past masters (except for the True Man Pointing at the Moon).

He was interrupted many times before he could finish speaking.

Finally, both sides compromised.

The title "Master" can be retained, but the titles "Master" and "Disciple" should be discarded and replaced with "you" and "I".

Chu Xianlan was feeling dizzy from lack of oxygen, but she still insisted on asking, "And what about 'you'?"

Leaving aside all his other merits, his filial piety is exceptional.

Yi Chen said that "you" was not acceptable either, and only "you" and "I" could be used.

Making an agreement is one thing, but failing to change it is another.

Before Chu Xianlan could react, he was pulled onto the soft couch by the snake's tail. Wherever his gaze fell, the deep gray pupils, as clear as jewels in the sunlight, were directly above his face.

"Forgot again?"

What could Chu Xianlan say? She chuckled and turned her head away to avoid eye contact. "Ah...no..."

That hand wouldn't let him turn. Yi Chen gently pinched the boy's chin, lowered his eyes, and said, "It's okay, I'll teach you."

He pressed his thumb against the boy's lower lip and gently squeezed it down, shaping the slightly parted lips into a rounded curve.

"you."

With fingertips, trace upwards along the corners of your lips, gently parting the pursed lips that are pressed together due to nervousness.

"I."

His tone was slow and steady, as if he were teaching a child to babble.

Chu Xianlan tilted her head slightly, realizing that her master was really teaching her to speak word by word. Her lips were numb, and an indescribable sense of shame overwhelmed her.

This is this...

"The tongue needs to move too."

As he spoke, he put his fingertips into his mouth, poking and pressing them, and even pushing them forward along his soft tongue, as if guiding the shape of a syllable, which could even be described as meticulous.

While performing this action, Yi Chen remained expressionless and repeated, "You."

Chu Xianlan froze, too afraid to bite or dodge. Yi Chen's actions were too stimulating for him. Soon, an uncontrollable whimper escaped from between his lips.

"I."

One, two. Long, slender fingers casually played with the tip of the tongue, gently pulling it out a little, then loosening it. When the third finger pushed in, even breathing became difficult.

The book slipped and fell to the ground. Chu Xianlan finally couldn't help but struggle. His eyes were wet, his gaze unfocused, and his heart was pounding. He reached out and grabbed Yi Chen's clothes, clenching them in his hand and pulling hard—

The finger withdrew, leaving a silvery thread in its wake.

"...Have you learned it now?"

Chu Xianlan nodded vigorously, closed her mouth and took a few quick breaths, her voice hoarse: "I...I really understand."