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nXuan Lingzi had no idea when it started. He had never been this close to someone before. Sharing a bed with him for six years, putting all his efforts in educating him, for seventeen years, Xuan Lingzi had his life revolving around Luo Jianqing, then he realized that he had fallen in love with this young man…

n…who was only his disciple.

nWithout hearing his Master’s respond for a long time, Luo Jianiqng lifted his head to see what was going on.

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nXuan Lingzi flushed while looking at Luo Jianqing’s innocent eyes. He felt himself ashamed by his deviance. What was he thinking about? This kid is his own disciple! He shouldn’t have had that thought about his disciple.

nFrom then on, Xuan Lingzi kept a distance with Luo Jianqing. He refrained himself from caring Luo Jianqing except when he needed some guidance.

nBut one day, Luo Jianqing came back from the Billion Beasts Mountain with an injury caused by a Flaming Iron Ant. The beast left a poison inside Luo Jianqing’s body, which wasn’t life-threatening but indeed torturous. Once a week, Luo Jianqing would suffer from the unbearable pain caused by the poison which made him feel like burning in fire.

nThe Flaming Iron Ant was just a Fifth-level Demon Beast. A weak beast indeed, but there was no antidote to its poison.

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nEven Yu Qingzi couldn’t find a way to heal Luo Jianqing completely. Her best option was to merely ease his pain. Xuan Lingzi went to seclusion for several days, searching among all kinds of ancient books for possible solutions. At last, he found one. Together with his disciple, he stepped into Yue Hua Pool, nakedly. Their palms connected to each other, then Xuan Lingzi forced all of his Spiritual Power into Luo Jianqing’s body, letting the poison flow away with Yue Hua Pool’s water.

nXuan Lingzi concealed his feelings for several years. He did such a great job. Even himself almost forgot he was attracted by his disciple. However, the three days in the Yue Hua Pool brought back his thoughts towards Luo Jianqing: facing his disciple, he couldn’t ignore his emotions anymore.

nLike a growing vine, his love tangled him up, tangling the rules, boundaries, and limitations that had been restricting him for hundreds of years.

nHe even had filthy thoughts emerging in his mind!

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nWhen the last wisp of poison was driven out, Luo Jianqing suddenly moved, and touched Xuan Lingzi’s Primordial Life. A shiver of delight, pleasure, joy, comfort…went through Xuan Lingzi’s body.

nHe couldn’t help but drag Luo Jianqing into his arms and sealed Luo Jianqing’s lips with his own.

nAt that instant, Xuan Lingzi woke up from his lust in Luo Jianqing’s astounded gaze.

nHe immediately erased Luo Jianqing’s memory about that kiss, then brought his disciple out of the Yue Hua Pool.

nSince then, he reduced his contact with Luo Jianqing. He started to have difficulties understanding what his disciple was thinking about. They were not as close as they used to be. Now, however, his disciple held him tight in his arms, spoke out his filthy thoughts, left him nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide.

nBut, they are Master and disciple. What he felt about Luo Jianqing was not correct. It was incest, profane, preposterous…

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nXuan Lingzi’s eyes suddenly widened; a scene of bloodshed emerged in his mind.

nA ruthless sword, a wind-roaring edge, countless witnessing cultivators, a breathless young man drowned in blood… the whole world was dyed in scarlet, even the wind carried the smell of blood. His disciple was lying at the edge of the cliff, and his bice robe was soaked with blood. His mind went blank. The only thing he knew was that his disciple won’t open his eyes anymore, all was because a sword which he couldn’t be more familiar with stabbed through his disciple’s chest.

nXuan Lingzi was shivering drastically, which startled Luo Jianqing who immediately put Xuan Lingzi on the bed and asked him what was wrong in a caring voice. Nevertheless, with redness slowly engraved his eyes, Xuan Lingzi kept shivering, almost gone mad.

nTremendous Spiritual Power went out of control and was hitting here and there in the room. Although Xuan Lingzi had lost his sense, his enraged Spiritual Power didn’t hurt Luo Jianqing even for a single wisp of hair.

nLuo Jianqing kept trying to wake Xuan Lingzi up, “Master! Master, look at me. Listen! Is it your wounds on Primordial Life that make you suffer? I will bring Qing Kun here, alright? Hang on, Master! I promise that I will never threaten or force you again. Master, I…”

nLuo Jianqing’s lips was sealed by his Master’s.

nIt was a searing kiss, with emotions that was concealed for almost half a decade. Luo Jianqing widened his eyes in disbelief, but he could feel a firm hand holding his waist like an unbreakable shackle, constraining him, leaving him no room to escape.

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nXuan Lingzi’s tip of tongue unclenched Luo Jianqing’s teeth and slipped into his mouth. His tongue licked every bit of membrane inside his disciple’s mouth. His teeth softly bit Luo Jianqing’s lips, letting the later moan with delight.

nA satisfied feeling was delivered from where their lips were connected. At last, Luo Jianqing subconsciously embraced Xuan Lingzi and closed his eyes, responded his Master with all his passion.

nThey had forgotten where they were; they had forgotten the date and the time; they had forgotten what it meant to be Master and disciple; they had forgotten all these rules that kept them apart!

nDrowned in the vast emotion bursting out because of the kiss, Luo Jianqing could hardly breathe, but Xuan Lingzi didn’t let him go. His Master was still kissing him. The sucking sound exited both of them. A line of transparent silver dripped from Luo Jianqing’s mouth.

nHe flushed.

nWhen the kiss finally ended, Luo Jianqing’s redden lips swollen. Panting, he tried to calm down and regain a stable breath but felt a drop of tear landed on his face. He was stunned, then slowly lifted his head.

nXuan Lingzi fixed his gaze on him in silence. Sorrow emerged on his face which was always emotionless, as if his heart was burning in tremendous pain, he was trapped in infinite despair, or he was swallowed by endless desperation. Xuan Lingzi mumbled in a hoarse voice, “Jianqing, please don’t leave me… don’t die. Come back… I can’t live without you…”

nLuo Jianqing couldn’t hear him clearly, “Master, what are you talking about?”

nThe next moment, Xuan Lingzi’s eyes clenched and then he collapsed.

nLuo Jianqing caught him in the air.

nFrom his facial expression, Luo Jianqing can tell his Master was suffering. He tried to use the Spiritual Sense to check in the state of Xuan Lingzi’s body, but was whacked by Xuan Lingzi’s enraged Spiritual Power.

nSuddenly, Xuan Lingzi spat out a mouthful blood.

nLuo Jianqing was shocked. He rushed out of the house, worry written on his face. Qing Kun was drinking tea when Luo Jianqing broke the door and dragged him to Xuan Lingzi’s house.

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nMo Qiu was attracted by one of the decorations in Luo Jianqing’s room. Seeing Luo Jianqing taking Qing Kun away, he put down his new toy and followed them. Once he saw Xuan Lingzi lying on the bed without conciousness, Mo Qiu’s pupils shrank; he subconsciously summoned Fiend Power and was about to attack him. However, that only lasted for an instant. He saw Luo Jianqing brought Qing Kun to the bedside of Xuan Lingzi, and nervously asked Qing Kun to treat him.

nMo Qiu was stunned when he saw Luo Jianqing’s swollen lips.

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