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

Yi Chen has been somewhat distracted lately when he's around Chu Xianlan.

He always wanted to be closer to his disciple. Even though he had completely covered his aura with his disciple, he still felt unsatisfied and couldn't help but want to do more.

Sometimes it was just out of affection that he would gently stroke Chu Xianlan's cheek, but it would always escalate into playing with and rubbing the other's lips or earlobes. By the time he came to his senses, his fingertips had been lingering on that soft spot for a long time, while the boy's ears had already turned red and he was looking at him with watery eyes.

The body's actions often differ from the mind's thoughts.

Moreover, whenever his gaze lingered on his disciple, an indescribable infatuation and tenderness would well up in his heart. His Xianlan was perfect in every way.

His body was slender and well-proportioned, somewhere between a teenager and a young adult. His fingers were clearly defined, clean, and strikingly beautiful. His lips were usually a pale color, but would turn a lovely rosy red with the slightest pressure. His skin was smooth and delicate, soft to the touch, and seemed to exude an exceptionally sweet fragrance, tempting one to taste and touch it.

These thoughts were uncontrollable and kept growing, which even Yi Chen himself felt was inappropriate.

That's a bit too much.

Yi Chen was actually aware of the various changes in himself. At first, he thought it was because he had come to Beiming, but now he realized that it might all be related to the prelude to the emotional tide.

Yi Chen had no idea what the half-demon's passion period would be like.

After all, he was not interested in love and romance, and had never been influenced by or considered this aspect before.

Once you're caught in it, there's no going back.

More than longing, she felt worry. If that day really came, would she lose control under the influence of her instincts, rush into things against Chu Xianlan's wishes, and even injure him?

"Xianlan..." Yichen held him and called his name in a deep voice.

Chu Xianlan's neck was tickled from the kiss, and her long eyelashes trembled; she looked a little dazed.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Yi Chen felt a pang of pity. The words that were on the tip of his tongue caught in his throat, but he had already promised to stop hiding things from him...

So he told her the truth: "My heat is coming soon."

Chu Xianlan listened blankly.

Chu Xianlan was struck dumb.

The two stood facing each other in the dark alley, embracing. Chu Xianlan was stiff all over, her dark hair slightly obscuring her eyebrows and eyes.

After a long while, he spoke, but his voice cracked:

"Master, now, now, right now?!"

Just as Yi Chen was about to explain that he wasn't quite sure of the exact time, but had only sensed the signs, Chu Xianlan grabbed his hand with a livid expression and, without looking back, rushed through several streets and alleys back to the courtyard where they were temporarily staying.

Just as the few spirits of heaven and earth who were playing cards in the courtyard turned around, they saw the master and disciple pass by like a gust of wind.

"Bang!" The door was slammed shut.

Yan Ling was dumbfounded and asked in bewilderment, "What are they doing??"

"Wow, you're a genius! You'll have the antidote within three steps!" Hua Ling was taken aback, then suddenly excitedly threw down Yan Ling's card, "Damn it!"

"You're so high and mighty! Why did you throw my cards at me?!"

Inside the room, Chu Xianlan leaned against the door, panting heavily. Her face was burning hot, and then she stood there dumbfounded.

Love...the peak of passion.

Master just said those three words, right?

He acted impulsively just now, without thinking much, only feeling that he couldn't let anything happen in that dirty alley...

But now that I'm in the same room with my master, is something really going to happen?!

Although Chu Xianlan had not experienced it herself, thanks to her fellow disciples, she had at least read a few storybooks.

After all, this is not something that Master can get through alone. Only half-demon with partners would experience special periods... If Yi Chen needs him, Chu Xianlan may be nervous, but of course... she cannot refuse.

My heart is pounding.

Having made up her mind, but still not daring to look at the other person in the room, Chu Xianlan clenched her fists, her voice a little weak: "Master, if you... if you feel uncomfortable, just... just tell me, I... I'll do whatever you need to do."

"Not now."

"...?"

Chu Xianlan was stunned again.

His expression was as if he had just woken up from a dream, completely bewildered. "Huh?"

Yi Chen felt a little helpless. He leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Don't be afraid, it's just a premonition. Maybe half-demons have some kind of premonition in this regard."

Boom! Chu Xianlan's mind went blank, his breath was hot, as if all the blood was rushing to his head, and a blush still lingered on his face. He thought groggily: Did I... say something wrong again?

Yi Chen picked him up and held him in his lap. He looked up and gazed into Chu Xianlan's eyes. A genuine and intense love flowed naturally from his eyes, as vast as the ocean that embraces all things, yet so focused that it seemed as if only this one person remained in the world.

Yi Chen gently cupped his face, a smile in his eyes, and asked as if with a soft sigh:

"Xianlan, are you willing?"

……

After a short while, the two came out of the room.

Hua Ling was greatly shocked.

So fast again!

Now she was truly going to look at Yi Chen with suspicion.

That's it? It's only been a short time. Is it really true that getting old is a problem?

Hua Ling was heartbroken and was about to fly over and have a good talk with him when suddenly she looked up and froze.

The same applies to the other spirits of heaven and earth.

They have a keen sense of spiritual energy and can detect a certain vortex of spiritual energy hovering in the sky.

A breeze stirred in the courtyard, rustling the grass and trees.

In an instant, the sky grew darker and darker, and thunderclouds gathered without warning. The thick, bottomless clouds seemed to be brewing an impending storm.

A hint of excitement flickered in Yan Ling's eyes. She grinned, jumped up, and exclaimed, "Xianlan, aren't you surprised? Your lightning is here!"