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Before long, Spirit Sword Destiny arrived at Sansong Pavilion.
He stopped outside the inner courtyard where the leader resided. He had been here many times before; once upon a time, he often rushed around due to the leader's illness and matters within the sect, but as soon as he returned, he would run here, wishing he could see that person just one more time.
Knowing that their days together were becoming fewer, each time they met, both tried their best to entertain each other with interesting stories, making their time together a bit more enjoyable.
The expression on the leader's face when he smiled, every topic they had discussed, the fine wine they shared while sitting in the courtyard, and the beautiful days filled with clear skies and bright sunlight were all etched in his heart, never to be forgotten.
However... at this moment, he couldn't muster the courage to see this person again. Even though he knew the leader was inside, just a step away from him, his feet felt as heavy as lead.
Spirit Sword Destiny closed his eyes briefly, pain filling his gaze.
After hesitating for a while and taking a deep breath, determination returned to his face.
He finally walked in and slowly looked around.
The courtyard remained unchanged. It was already deep into autumn; a few maple trees had red leaves gently falling. Thanks to daily cleaning, there were no piles of fallen leaves.
Shen Jinglan immediately sensed the visitor. As soon as Spirit Sword Destiny entered, he appeared in the center of the courtyard, watching him while casually sitting down on a stone bench.
In the past, due to his illness, he preferred sitting over standing; now that his health had improved, this habit formed over many years was hard to change all at once.
He silently watched Spirit Sword Destiny looking around the courtyard for a moment before finally unable to hold back and complained, "With such a lively person sitting right here, what are you still looking for?"
This time, his actions and words were not restrained. Shen Jinglan knew how much Spirit Sword Destiny valued him; precisely because of this value, even a casual remark could become a piercing thorn that stabbed into this person's heart and left him bleeding. Yet even with such power at his disposal, he did not wish to use it. He would rather let his words become a gentle breeze that soothed the heart.
Hearing his voice, Spirit Sword Destiny visibly trembled and eventually turned to look at him.
His first question was: "I want to know where Xu Xiaofei is?"
Shen Jinglan smiled, a smile that carried a hint of meaning. He said with a smile, "Do you suspect that I have hidden him away?"
Spirit Sword Destiny looked into his eyes, which had initially been dazed and flustered, but now the light gradually gathered, becoming sharp and clear as he said, "It's not just suspicion."
He stepped closer to Shen Jinglan, finally standing in front of him, looking down at him.
Spirit Sword Destiny gently said, "I used to be consumed by jealousy and didn't delve deeper into the many doubts surrounding him... I truly didn't expect..."
It wasn't just these; the "mysterious" Xu Xiaofei left him with lingering doubts.
In fact, from the very first meeting when they both entered the Xiaoyao Sect, Xu Xiaofei seemed to recognize him and even remembered an old injury on his body.
Xu Xiaofei did not seem like another survivor of the Shen Family massacre, nor was he a transmigrator like himself. The flame-shaped old scar on his chest was left behind during their time hiding and wandering in the treacherous Youzhou before they founded the Evil Sect, a secret that no one else knew.
How did Xu Xiaofei know?
He gradually calmed down and began to rethink.
Shen Jinglan sighed lightly with a smile, "You finally figured it out."
In the next moment, he felt a tightness around his waist as Spirit Sword Destiny, leaning down, held him tightly. The gaze of Spirit Sword Destiny was fixed on his face, no longer radiant gold but equally intense and profound. It was not madness, yet it seemed like madness.
Spirit Sword Destiny softly murmured as if in a dream, "Master, have you had any Osmanthus wine recently?"
What? Shen Jinglan was taken aback, not expecting such a sudden question from him.
The lips of Spirit Sword Destiny pressed against his, kissing him deeply. His tongue actively explored his mouth, demanding and seizing without restraint. Shen Jinglan did not hold back either, responding even more passionately until Spirit Sword Destiny could barely catch his breath before reluctantly letting him go.
Spirit Sword Destiny was in disarray, her lips slightly parted, the crimson petals still glistening with moisture, her eyes dazed: "As expected... the leader loves fruit wine, yet there isn't even a jar of Osmanthus wine in this cellar."
From Shen Jinglan, she caught a hint of osmanthus fragrance. Only the wine brewed from a century-old golden osmanthus could retain such a scent until now.
At this moment, she had no more doubts.
Xu Xiaofei and the leader were the same person.
Shen Jinglan smiled.
—Are you still in the mood to think about this?
He did not speak, but his actions undoubtedly conveyed this message. He had just slightly loosened his grip on Spirit Sword Destiny, and now he forcefully pressed her head back against himself again.
He was rarely this rough.
Spirit Sword Destiny was kissed into silence, only able to let her voice resonate in his Divine Consciousness: I'm sorry, I...
He interrupted Spirit Sword Destiny in his Divine Consciousness: It's fine, between us, there's no need to fuss over so much.
His voice was warm, yet his hands were anything but gentle. Unknowingly, their bodies pressed together grew hotter, and their clothes became an obstruction; with tearing sounds, they helped each other strip them away.
Not even a moment longer could they wait to undress.
Shen Jinglan held his beloved tightly; with a flash of his figure, they reappeared on the bed in the bedroom.
Her bare back touched the soft mattress, and Spirit Sword Destiny gazed at the person above her, breathing heavily, her eyes slightly widened.
The Master... Shen Jinglan...
The Master had gained some weight, regaining a bit of his former elegance. As he looked on, his thoughts drifted back to a long time ago... when they had just escaped to Youzhou. Shen Jinglan was already injured, and in protecting him, he sustained even more injuries and fell into a deep sleep. In that cave, he uncovered Shen Jinglan's outer robe and gently applied medicine to the wounds on his body.
At that time, Shen Jinglan was not as powerful as he later became; his body was much stronger than the frail state brought on by illness in later years. Under the warm glow of the campfire, every inch of his skin shimmered with a captivating light.
He applied the medicine and bandaged Shen Jinglan, unable to suppress his increasingly restless heart. His body was still that of a child, but his soul had matured. Suddenly, he realized that he had developed desires for the person he was caring for. This desire burned like an ever-growing fire, strong enough to make him feel... afraid.
He had already taken Shen Jinglan as his master, and they referred to each other as teacher and student. He had always admired and respected Shen Jinglan. Shen Jinglan was also a dedicated mentor to him.
How could he... and how would Shen Jinglan see him?
He gritted his teeth and decided to endure it. He left the cave and found a pool of water; the cold water splashed over him, bringing him back to his senses.
He endured for a long time until he later realized that Shen Jinglan seemed to have intentions as well. He had grown accustomed to it. Even when Shen Jinglan took a step forward, he would take a step back.
When someone bit down hard on his lip, Spirit Sword Destiny's thoughts were abruptly pulled back to reality. The fire of desire burned within him again, fiercer than years ago, as if everything he had suppressed over the years had erupted all at once. He could sense that Shen Jinglan's desires were no less than his own; it seemed like he had been holding back for a long time too. Looking into those originally clear eyes now surged with turbulent waves; just one glance was enough to leave one weak in the knees.
If only he had spoken up sooner... but it wasn't too late now.
Spirit Sword Destiny felt something hot pressing against his lower abdomen, and one of Shen Jinglan's hands slid down along his belly, moving towards his legs.
In this cloud-like state, he couldn't help but think: Ah... am I still underneath?
He was the disciple among the teacher-student relationship, a protector under the Master’s command, with abilities far inferior, always remaining in a subordinate position before Shen Jinglan.
The inner demon that had arisen earlier stemmed from this unwillingness.
The powerless hand that had fallen beside him slowly lifted. The effect of Emotion Gu was still present; as long as he activated it, Shen Jinglan would immediately be unable to move at all... But the hand he raised merely wrapped around Shen Jinglan's waist, his fingertips resting on the skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
Forget it.
In the eyes of Spirit Sword Destiny, only infatuation remained.
It was this person...
He willingly submitted.
In that fleeting thought, Shen Jinglan seemed to sense something as well, suddenly whispering in his ear, "If you want, I can..."
His voice was hoarse and enticing.
Spirit Sword Destiny smiled, his hands gripping the man's back more firmly, pressing him deeper against his body, or perhaps it was his own body that actively leaned in. He softly uttered, "No need for that; this is enough."
It was not mere politeness; it was his sincere response.
Shen Jinglan did not say much more, lowering his head to kiss him. In the next moment, Spirit Sword Destiny let out a soft gasp as a hot finger, having never been intruded upon before, slipped inside him.
When Shen Jinglan later entered his body, Spirit Sword Destiny felt as if everything had fallen silent for a moment; only the two of them remained in the world, merging together like water and milk.
The sun had already risen high when Spirit Sword Destiny finally awoke.
He was a Cultivator and did not feel particularly sore or tired, but that area below felt somewhat swollen as if it had been used excessively.
They had spent an entire night together, both of them having released their essence several times. By the end, he felt a bit jealous: how did you know so many tricks?
The unasked question was whether he had a lover behind his back, someone with rich experience.
Shen Jinglan quickly smiled and reassured him, "You're the only one for me. As for why I know so much, it's because Xu Xiaofei knows..."
Xu Xiaofei? He wanted to ask more, but he was still a novice in bed and had been driven to the brink by Shen Jinglan. During their conversation, Shen Jinglan teased him a few times, and his sensitive body trembled uncontrollably, falling apart.
Thinking back to last night, Spirit Sword Destiny couldn't help but feel his cheeks flush.
He slowly sat up, got dressed, and walked out of the bedroom.
He sensed that Shen Jinglan was in the flower hall and headed that way.
He soon saw him and was slightly taken aback.
Shen Jinglan was having breakfast... not too early a breakfast. The round red pear table in front of him was filled to the brim with various dishes accompanying the porridge, as well as many plates of real snacks like cheese, shrimp dumplings, fried buns, date cakes, and rose pastries.
This table of breakfast could probably feed five or six people with leftovers.
Now, however, most of it had been cleared away, yet there were still some left for him.
Shen Jinglan had already noticed him and smiled while cracking open a duck egg. "Come over, have something to eat."
Spirit Sword Destiny walked over and sat down, letting the maid serve him a bowl of porridge.
He drank the porridge while watching Shen Jinglan eat, staring blankly.
When did the leader become such an eater...
Shen Jinglan seemed to have seen through his thoughts. While nibbling on a piece of sweet cake, he smiled and said, "Now that I'm well, I realize just how much my taste buds have been ruined by the bitter medicinal concoctions I've been drinking for years..."
With his sense of taste restored, he suddenly felt that nothing was unappetizing.
Moreover, the chefs in Sansong Pavilion were all specially hired by Spirit Sword Destiny, each possessing exceptional skills.
Spirit Sword Destiny couldn't help but sigh, "It seems the sect will soon be unable to support the leader." Yet, a smile flickered in his eyes.
The leader had just recovered from a serious illness, and it was the perfect time to regain strength. Last night, he had exerted a lot of energy... Eating more was completely normal.
He wished Shen Jinglan would gain a bit more weight; he was still too thin.
"Leader?" Shen Jinglan said, "Why do you still call me that? It's getting late; once you finish your meal, we should head to the Succession Ceremony."
"What?" Spirit Sword Destiny exclaimed, nearly knocking over his bowl of porridge. "This grand ceremony should be canceled; I'll issue an order right away..."
Shen Jinglan shook his head. "Since this matter has already been announced to the sect, how can we change it so easily?" He smiled at Spirit Sword Destiny. "Besides, I've enjoyed my leisure for so many years; I'm really not used to being burdened with sect affairs again. If I don't step down now, I won't be able to avoid laziness in the future."
Spirit Sword Destiny was left speechless.
Though Shen Jinglan said this, if he encountered something difficult to handle, would he really stand by idly?
After thinking for a moment, Spirit Sword Destiny replied, "But I'm used to calling you 'Leader'... I really don't want to change it."
Shen Jinglan shot him a sidelong glance. "What leader? Shouldn't you be calling me 'Husband' instead?" As soon as he said this, he was satisfied to see a blush rise on Spirit Sword Destiny's cheeks.
After breakfast, they both headed to the Supreme Hall of the Absolute Teachings to hold the Succession Ceremony.
Horde of Demons was waiting in the hall.
When they saw the two walk in side by side, the expressions on their faces were nothing short of spectacular.
They had thought that Shen Jinglan was either gravely ill or that the two had become bitter enemies.
Spirit Sword Destiny cast a faint glance around the grand hall, and everyone fell silent. Shen Jinglan, however, kept his gaze steady, smiling as he focused on him. As Spirit Sword Destiny ascended to the high seat, he himself stepped back. At the spot where Shen Jinglan stood, the Horde of Demons hurriedly retreated three steps; they dared not stand on equal footing with this person!
Spirit Sword Destiny looked down, feeling a mix of emotions, and finally accepted the Jade Ring, which symbolized the position of the leader.
At this point, that position no longer mattered.
But since the Evil Sect was something he and Shen Jinglan had founded together, he would protect this place well—together with Shen Jinglan.
After the ceremony concluded, Spirit Sword Destiny dismissed the congratulating followers and hurried out of the hall.
Shen Jinglan was already waiting for him in a secluded area.
As Spirit Sword Destiny caught up and walked for a while, reaching a deserted spot, he suddenly said, “About that Emotion Gu, I don’t know how to resolve it, but…”
Shen Jinglan smiled and glanced at him: “If you don’t go down, I will take your place. After last night, it seems that the effect of that Emotion Gu has lessened somewhat. This poison is named ‘emotion,’ born from ‘unattainable desires,’ and it can probably only be resolved through mutual sincerity and affection. It seems,” he whispered into Spirit Sword Destiny’s ear, “I still cannot let you go tonight.”
With his warm breath brushing against him, Spirit Sword Destiny’s ears turned red.
After walking for a while longer, Shen Jinglan said, “Sort out the affairs of the sect and delegate them to others. In a couple of days, I will take you to Polar Dragon Abyss to ask Nine Nether to help heal the poison within you.”
Spirit Sword Destiny nodded; he knew that the leader had some connections with Nine Nether Dragon Lord. The leader had once impressed that old dragon with a sword move while showcasing his collection of unique techniques.
He didn't think much about his injuries and suddenly remembered Xu Xiaofei. Xu Xiaofei had once mentioned to him that he knew how to treat his poison...
Spirit Sword Destiny said, "By the way, you still haven't told me how Xu Xiaofei came about. How does he know so many things that you don't? Is he... already merged back into your body?"
He looked at Shen Jinglan.
Shen Jinglan replied, "This is a long story, let me explain it to you slowly later. I only recognized him later on; it wasn't my intention to hide it from you."
"As for his whereabouts..."
Shen Jinglan smiled, made an incantation gesture, and a flash of light appeared. Suddenly, another figure appeared beside him.
A young man with a high ponytail, whose smile was as warm as a spring breeze.
He was slightly younger and more lively, but his features were unmistakably the same person.
As soon as Xu Xiaofei appeared, he sat on a thick branch that slanted out from an old tree by the path.
Swaying gently, his clothes fluttered.
Shen Jinglan looked at him and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you sitting in the tree?"
Xu Xiaofei glanced at him and smiled, "To be higher than you?"
He then leaned toward Spirit Sword Destiny, who was just under that branch, one hand caressing his cheek. He leaned closer to his ear and said, "You wanted to come with me, right? I'll take you away right now; we can go anywhere you want, okay?"
Although he lowered his voice, it was clearly loud enough for Shen Jinglan to hear. There was no more blatant way to dig a hole for someone than this.
Shen Jinglan shook his head and looked at Spirit Sword Destiny, extending a hand towards him: "Yan will not follow you; he has never left me."
They seemed to be waiting for Spirit Sword Destiny to make a decision, to take one of their hands.
Spirit Sword Destiny was already in a daze, speechless for a while.
Before he made his decision, he saw a flash of light, and the two figures merged into one. Shen Jinglan stood before him with a smile, still extending his hand: "It was just a joke; both are me. Will you hold my hand? But once you grab my hand, you must call me 'Husband.'"
Under his gentle gaze filled with warmth, Spirit Sword Destiny placed his hand in his palm.
After hesitating for just a moment, he blurted out "Husband."
The words were clear.
At this point, there was no need for shyness.
The road ahead was long, and they would walk together hand in hand.
(THE END)
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