Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
This trip to the Mystic Realm was not wasted. They managed to accomplish more than they ever did before. Their accomplishments were different from the other sects, who only gained many spirit herbs and resources. Their sect’s disciples brought back… a bunch of demonic pills.
Lou Hong looked at the hill of demonic pills that the disciples brought back and pursed his lips. He had the feeling that his disciples had cleaned out all the demonic spaces in the mystic realm. After checking that there were no harmful auras hidden among the pills, he waved his hand and let the disciples put the pills away.
Yi Qing really was a disciple of the Supremacy. He led the team to a bunch of demonic pills, and brought back much more than the disciples ever did after going in for so many years. What Yi Qing brought back was more than ten times the amount that his mature disciple Lou Tao did.
Lou Tao was obviously upset about this. He wanted to follow his Little Uncle-Master to retrieve the demonic pills but his father told him to lead another team! They brought back a lot of demonic pills this time so that Lou Tao was not the first hero, but only the second.
Lou Tao felt indignant. What made him feel worse was that after the disciples who followed Little Uncle-Master returned, Lou Tao noticed that they had grown. Even those whose cultivation level did not increase had progressed in terms of their sword techniques. Little Uncle-Master’s Core had also come to fruition.
So Lou Hong said nothing before locking his son in a sword array. Look at them!
To Yi Qing, core formation was no different from sucking Qi into his own body. There was no lightning tribulation, and he had already become a Golden Core. Lonemoon on the other hand was generating a few bolts of lightning. The only reason he was doing that was to tell everyone that Yi Qing’s core had formed.
Yi Qing perceived the Golden Core inside his own body and immediately felt uncertain. He frowned, as if recalling something. Then, a look of confusion flashed across his face.
Therefore, that night…
Shen Ying looked at the man beside her bed and sighed. “Sending supper?”
“…” He shook his head.
“Sending drinks?”
“…” Still shaking his head.
“Sending fruits?”
“…” He continued shaking his head.
“New dishes?”
“…” Still shaking his head.
“Oh.” Shen Ying pulled her blanket up to her chin and went back to sleep,
Ten minutes later…
She threw her blanket aside and sat up.
“Chef!”
“Master?”
“I can’t sleep with you staring at me like that. What is the matter? Can you just tell me?”
Yi Qing looked down and lowered his head. There was something in his eyes as he took a step forward. Shen Ying saw that he seemed to be hiding the sea in his eyes. Yi Qing hesitated for a moment before saying, “Master, in the past… why did you accept me as your disciple?”
“Huh?” Shen Ying turned around and said, “You knew how to cook.” Was that very hard to understand?
That answer was expected, but Shen Ying still felt relief. He stepped forward again and asked anxiously, “What else?”
“Nothing?” It was troublesome to accept disciples!
“Really?” Yi Qing looked down once again.
“Is there anything else?” She really wanted to go to sleep.
The intense waves in Yi Qing’s eyes finally calmed down. His gaze focused on the person in front of him as he broke into a grin. “Nothing. I just haven’t seen Master in a month and was wondering if you have been doing well over the past few days. That was why I came over here to look.”
“Oh.” Shen Ying tilted her head, sizing up the teenager in front of her. She narrowed her eyes. “So you stared at me for the past three nights?”
“…” Yi Qing stared blankly back at her. He sat down by her bed and looked very intensely at her all of a sudden. “If I don’t watch over you, I would not be at ease.” He felt like she could disappear within a blink of an eye. Something flickered in his eyes, then he added, And… Master has been kicking the blanket aside in the middle of the night. I… I…”
He became tongue-tied. He really wanted to say something, yet he could not.
It made him feel… like he was being bullied.
Shen Ying lowered her gaze. Her innate desire to bully children presented itself. Suddenly, she leaned forward, close to the boy in front of her. Their faces were almost touching. “Little child, do you know it’s very dangerous for you to come so close to a single lady’s bed in the middle of the night?”
Yi Qing got frightened when he found himself so close to Shen Ying all of a sudden. He could even feel her warm breath on his cheek. Immediately, his face flushed and his heartbeat quickened. Eyes widening, he answered, “What… what danger?”
“Do you want to know?” Shen Ying leaned in even closer and stared at his flushed face.
“… Yes… Yes I think so?”
“Oh.” Shen Ying reached out and pulled onto Yi Qing’s collar. She turned around and threw him onto her bed, then sat on top of him and pressed him down onto the bed. You gave yourself up to me!
She tore his robe apart and touched his warm chest. Narrowing her eyes, she broke into a sly grin. “You’re in danger of losing yourself~”
Yi Qing was stunned. His mouth was opened slightly as he looked at the woman on top of him. After a long time, he continued to stare blankly at her. Shen Ying’s hand trailed downwards from his chest and she continued to give him an evil smile. Her hands were approaching his belt.
Yi Qing jumped and grabbed her hands.
Shen Ying stopped moving. She smiled.
“Mas… Master?”
“What? You changed your mind? You want to go back to sleep?”
“No… No.”
“Huh?”
“I often hear others saying… I’m the sex slave that my master has raised. I never believed them, but is it… is it true?”
“What?”
“Master, no matter what you want to do, your disciple is willing. I just haven’t learned… I’m not sure I know how to.”
“…”
“Master, my heart is beating really quickly. Is this normal?”
“…”
“Master, how do I… become a sex slave?”
He looked at her innocently, as if fully trusting her. Shen Ying’s conscience was taking a constant beating, and each hit was harder than the last. Suddenly, she had no more desire to continue pranking Yi Qing any further.
Recalling that the boy underneath her was only 16 years old, she immediately felt like a disgusting cougar and her heart broke.
She completely… could not… do it!
Shen Ying pursed her lips and rolled off Yi Qing, pressing herself against the wall, back facing him. She curled up into a ball and pushed him away from her dispiritedly.
“Master.”
“Sleep!”
“Oh.”
A while later…
“Master…” A careful voice spoke. “You… you’re done using me? Actually…” He felt like something was amiss.
“Shut up!”
“Oh.”
A moment later.
“Mas.. ter?” Chef whispered warily. “Actually, I still can take it. Why don’t… why don’t you use me again?”
“Get lost!”
Shen Ying could not take it any longer. She kicked him off the bed.
Chef with amnesia was not adorable at all!
