TYMRHBDES Chapter 46.1

The people inside remained oblivious.

Jiang Luoluo bit his lower lip, trying his best not to cry.

But the burn was so painful!

He choked back a sob, his eyes brimming with tears that seemed ready to overflow at the slightest additional pain.

Chu Xubai carefully applied medicine to his Master’s wound.

His Master’s skin was exceptionally fair. When the hot water splashed over it, a large patch turned red. The vivid red marks stood out starkly against the pale skin, their intensity almost frightening.

“It’ll stop hurting soon, Master. Just bear with it a little longer. We’re almost done…”

As Chu Xubai applied the medicine, he spoke soothingly to his Master.

When his Master remained silent, Chu Xubai looked up. His Master, whose features were both exquisite and alluring, had tears brimming in his eyes. A layer of watery droplets clung to his eyelashes, making him appear as if he were about to burst into tears at any moment.

Chu Xubai dared not wipe away the tears. He could only repeat assurances: “It’s almost done, Master. We’re almost finished. It won’t hurt much longer!”

Jiang Luoluo sniffled, his voice choked with tears. “Then you must hurry…”

The next moment, as if realizing he was crying in front of his disciple and feeling ashamed, his sorrow intensified. Tears finally broke free, falling in heavy drops…

Standing at the doorway, a young man in black stood motionless for a long time. His eyes, as dark as the night, held a deep, icy coldness. His fists, clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, were knotted with prominent veins.

*How dare he?*

Just a moment apart, and he was already… with someone else?

*So… he just can’t stand being alone?*

Low voices drifted from inside the room as Mo Yunqi desperately suppressed the violent rage boiling within him.

He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly to force himself to calm down.

But even with his eyes closed, the scene he had glimpsed through the crack in the door kept replaying in his mind.

His beloved Master, his robes in disarray, was seated on the edge of the bed with Chu Xubai kneeling before him.

To engage in such shameless acts in broad daylight… it was utterly detestable!

The cold wind whipped across his face like a stinging slap, jolting him out of his reverie.

Yet it failed to extinguish the fire of his fury.

All that effort he had put into treasuring that Cultivation Manual like a precious treasure… wasted!

No sooner had his Master delivered the gift than he was already cavorting with Chu Xubai again.

Utterly shameless!

And that damned Chu Xubai! Didn’t he despise his Master? Didn’t he want to kill him?

How could everything have changed so suddenly?

A deep sense of regret welled up within Mo Yunqi. His cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he irritably reached for the sword at his side.

Could it be that his deliberate misdirection had inadvertently given them an opportunity to deepen their relationship?

As if struck by a sudden realization, the young man’s cold features twisted into a frown, a dark light flashing in his eyes.

That night.

A full moon hung high in the branches of a half-withered tree, and swirling snowflakes drifted down from the sky, blanketing Qingfrost Hall.

“Master!”

An urgent cry echoed from the doorway. Jiang Luoluo looked up to see his youngest disciple burst in, clad in black training attire and looking distraught. “It’s terrible! Eldest Senior Brother and Senior Brother Chu went hunting on Ziyun Mountain, but an unknown evil spirit has been wreaking havoc there. Both of them have vanished!”

“Take me there.”

Jiang Luoluo rose to leave, and Mo Yunqi casually picked up his cloak and draped it over his shoulders. “I’ll lead the way, Master.”

Darkness had already fallen, but cultivators’ vision was far superior to that of ordinary people. They hurried down the winding mountain path, leaving Azure Frost Peak behind, and headed toward the site of the incident.

Flat Peak Mountain stretched for twenty to thirty miles, not far from their sect’s home on Azure Cloud Mountain. It was sparsely populated and remote, yet it harbored valuable medicinal herbs and spirit beasts, making it a frequent training ground for disciples seeking experience.

As soon as Jiang Luoluo stepped onto Ziyun Mountain, he subtly frowned.

The fog here was far too thick. It wasn’t the usual milky white fog of night; layers of black Qi swirled within it, suggesting the presence of a powerful demon.

He wondered what level the original body had been. Could he even handle this?

But this was a perfect opportunity to gain favor with the villainous Chu Xubai, so no matter how difficult it was, he couldn’t miss it.

Watching Jiang Luoluo hurry ahead, Mo Yunqi’s thin lips tightened, and a dark glint flashed in his obsidian eyes.

“Master, it’s just ahead.”

Ahead lay a precipitous cliff. Gazing down from the edge, the darkness was bottomless, its depth unknown.

Jiang Luoluo tossed a stone over the edge. “I’ll go look for them. Wait for me here.”

Mo Yunqi: “Master, shouldn’t I accompany you?”

“No need.” Jiang Luoluo waved him off. “We don’t know what’s down there. If it’s dangerous, I’d have to split my attention to protect you. I’ll send you a transmission talisman once I find them.”

Mo Yunqi stared at him for a moment. “Very well, Master. Be careful in all things.”

Jiang Luoluo descended the cliff on his sword, his shoes crunching on the decaying branches. The snap of the twigs echoed in the eerie silence.

The stagnant air carried the musty scent of rotting wood, a smell that had lingered for years without circulation. Jiang Luoluo covered his nose.

An inexplicable unease crawled up his spine.

He subtly clenched his fingers, muttering under his breath: *Master has gone to such lengths to save you, Chu. If you don’t give Master a +20 point favorability boost later, you’ll be utterly heartless.*

With a sudden flutter, a black crow burst from the dead trees, circling above his head for a moment. Its fish-like eyes held an unsettling glint that made Jiang Luoluo’s hair stand on end. He wanted nothing more than to mount his sword and flee.

But his target in this world was still here, along with his obedient lackey, the Eldest Disciple. He couldn’t leave yet.

No matter.

The fog grew thicker, making it nearly impossible to see the path ahead.

Jiang Luoluo extended his hand, and a ball of Spirit Fire ignited at his fingertips, dispelling the fog around him.

The Communication Talisman hanging at his waist emitted a faint, flickering glow. His three disciples also possessed these talismans, confirming that the other two were indeed below the Broken Cliff.

Jiang Luoluo kept reassuring himself not to be afraid as he continued forward.

His foot struck something on the ground. He reached out with his Spirit Fire to investigate, and the sight nearly made him jump out of his skin.

A human skull!

He patted his chest, still shaken, and strode deeper into the mountain.

*This is terrifying!*

*The world of Xianxia is terrifying!*

*I never want to come to a place like this again!*

The deeper he went, the quieter it became. Aside from the rustling of his feet on the ground, there seemed to be no other sound.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, Jiang Luoluo paused for half a second, his small face instantly turning deathly pale.

Ever since entering the mountain’s depths, he’d assumed the rustling sound was his own footsteps. But when he stopped for a moment, the sound hadn’t ceased.

A chilling numbness crept up his neck, and Jiang Luoluo gripped his sword tightly, feeling a cold shiver run down his spine.

*Someone’s here.*

*I’m being followed.*

“Who’s there!”

Jiang Luoluo swung his sword, sending a wave of sword energy outward. It struck nothing but withered trees and the mountain wall.

Yet the feeling of being watched didn’t fade. Behind the thick fog, in some hidden corner, a pair of eyes might still be fixed on him…

Fear surged in his heart. Jiang Luoluo turned and hurried deeper into the mountain.

As expected, the faster he walked, the faster the footsteps behind him grew.

The sound in his ears maintained the same distance, as if his pursuer were deliberately toying with him.

Ahead, a cave loomed. Jiang Luoluo ducked inside, drawing his sword and watching the entrance, waiting for the person to follow.

But the sound of pursuit seemed to have vanished. Just as Jiang Luoluo was about to relax and put down his sword, a soft breath brushed against the back of his neck…

A chilling sense of being stalked by a venomous snake crept into his heart, nearly bringing tears to his eyes.

*Oh my god! That stalker is right behind me!!!*

His wrist went numb, and his sword clattered to the ground.

His entire body froze, and his throat felt as if stuffed with cotton, unable to utter a sound.

A large hand covered his eyes from behind, and the person moved to stand in front of him.

He lowered his head and gently brushed his lips against Jiang Luoluo’s. !!!

*No way!!!*

*Am I about to be violated again???*

Jiang Luoluo’s eyelashes fluttered wildly.

*What kind of cultivation world is this??*

*Is this really a proper cultivation world???*

“The Immortal Venerable’s beauty truly lives up to the rumors…”

The person released his lips, and a deep voice resonated in his ear, like a lover whispering sweet nothings.

“I had planned to punish you…”

The person’s fingertip brushed against Jiang Luoluo’s cheek, followed by a low chuckle. “But now that you’re being so obedient, I can’t bear to…”

Suddenly, his vision went black, and he was lifted into the air.

Jiang Luoluo heard his sword being kicked aside and felt himself being placed on a thick, soft blanket. His consciousness gradually faded…

A bone-chilling cold swept through the air, the icy wind biting at Jiang Luoluo’s fingers.

He rolled over, finding himself enveloped in another warm embrace.

This familiar sense of security instinctively drew him closer to the source of heat, but in the next moment, realization struck.

He wasn’t being…

In the dark mountain cave, the person holding him tightly breathed steadily, their warm breath brushing against his head as if they were fast asleep.

Jiang Luoluo propped himself up slightly, a wave of aching numbness washing over him. His small face paled, and he nearly exploded with frustration at the string of misfortunes that had plagued him since arriving in this world.

He reached up, pulled out the jade hairpin from his hair, and slowly rose to his feet, clutching the hairpin between his palms. He was about to plunge it into the sleeping figure when he saw the familiar profile facing him.

The fox-fur cloak covering him slipped off, and the cold wind from outside the cave rushed in, causing Jiang Luoluo to shiver uncontrollably.

Perhaps his movement had been too abrupt. The sleeping figure slowly stirred, rubbing their forehead with a handsome, half-awake expression. Their deep, obsidian eyes met his.

“Master, how did I end up here?”

Jiang Luoluo was speechless, as if struck by lightning. He had no idea how to address his disciple in this situation.

Mo Yunqi’s gaze slid down Jiang Luoluo’s face, his pupils widening in shock.

His face flushed crimson.

As if burned by the scene before him, he hastily averted his gaze from Jiang Luoluo. “Master… I…”

Outside the cave, the wind howled, and a cold gust swept in, causing Jiang Luoluo to shiver again.

Mo Yunqi fumbled to drape the fallen fox-fur cloak over him, then scrambled off the bed and knelt before Jiang Luoluo, not daring to meet his eyes. He stammered out an explanation:

“I noticed Master hadn’t returned for a long time and hadn’t sent me a message. I grew worried and came down again.”

“But the fog at the bottom of the Broken Cliff was even thicker than when we arrived. I couldn’t see anything. And I smelled an incredibly potent miasma—it seemed like the Thousandfold Affection Miasma the former sect master had mentioned in a lecture…”

Mo Yunqi furrowed his brow, his expression filled with deep regret. “That thing is sinister. I wanted to find Master quickly and warn him. But in my haste, I lost my sense of direction, and my mind went blank. I was completely disoriented…”

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T/N:“Master Jiang went out to earn disciple favor points but accidentally triggered a full-blown love triangle, spiritual horror, and questionable cave cuddles—all before midnight. Clearly, Xianxia forgot to install a morality patch.”

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