My Master is Actually My Late Wife
The rampant demonic energy was naturally controlled by the demon clan.
Although Hua Changzhou didn’t like ‘Zhu Hong’
His previous actions were merely to test him, not to actually take his life.
After all, they were all disciples of the immortal sect, sharing the same stance.
In comparison, these sneaky demons were far more detestable.
Seeing Wan Cang suddenly shiver as demonic energy invaded him, his face turning pale as paper with a hint of green, how could Hua Changzhou, as the senior brother, just stand by?
With a flick of his iron fan, it instantly unfolded like a phoenix ready to take flight.
He moved gracefully and swiftly, tracing silver arcs in the air, dispersing the swarming demonic energy.
As the demonic energy increased, Guo Qingchen caught Wan Cang with one hand, a slight frown on his brow.
The Glacier Sword hummed, slowly rising into the air.
Countless sword shadows scattered, blue light flaring, and sharp sword beams slashed down from above.
The cold air swept across the sky, breaking through all spells with a single strike.
The swarming demonic energy was completely driven away.
Wan Cang leaned on Guo Qingchen’s shoulder, barely lifting his eyelids, his voice weak, “Master is truly amazing.”
Hua Changzhou held his iron fan, turning his head slightly, his bright eyes silently conveying his discontent.
Even at a time like this, he couldn’t help but praise his master.
Are you made of steel, really unable to feel the demonic energy tearing through your insides?!
Of course, Wan Cang felt it and it was deeply etched in his memory.
At this moment, his bones felt like they were being gnawed by countless blood ants, the pain causing cold sweat to pour down, his legs trembling.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have needed Guo Qingchen’s support.
In his past life, Wan Cang was used to pretending to be weak in front of Guo Qingchen, just to follow him closely, because the demon immortal bone was too precious.
He had to take good care of it before making his move
Every time Wan Cang pretended not to understand and went to ask Guo Qingchen some questions, it was the questioner who ended up pursing his lips in silence, looking so endearing.
But times have changed.
Now, trapped in Zhu Hong’s body, with two powerful beings by his side, any move he made would surely be noticed.
He was forced to play the role of a true weakling.
The demonic energy which was supposed to be of the same origin, had injured its master to such an extent.
If word got out, the demon clan would laugh their heads off!
Wan Cang felt stifled, his frustration so overwhelming that it even overshadowed the excruciating pain.
His eyes quickly filled with layers of mist and his spirit began to wane.
He clung tightly to Guo Qingchen’s arm as if grasping his own lifeline in a storm.
Or perhaps he was pleading for mercy from the only deity he knew.
“Let’s go.”
Seeing Wan Cang’s poor condition, Guo Qingchen transferred spiritual power to him with a gesture.
His steps were steady, his sword intent moving with his will.
The ice-blue light illuminated the ground, clearing a path and preventing any more demonic energy from approaching as he led Wan Cang and Hua Changzhou towards the village.
When demonic energy enters the body of an ordinary cultivator, it drives them mad, causing them to attack indiscriminately.
Wan Cang, after being attacked, only felt intense pain in his own body.
This showed just how useless Zhu Hong’s body was, not even capable of going berserk.
Guo Qingchen half-pushed, half-dragged Wan Cang forward, the spiritual power he transmitted was vast and pure, yet carried an unparalleled chill that was hard to resist.
Wan Cang, however, felt as if he was drinking sweet nectar, comforted by the familiar spiritual power.
He finally regained the pleasure of being pampered by his master, clinging tightly to Guo Qingchen.
In his past life, every injury was treated this way.
The young man’s figure was tall, though still slightly shorter than the adult-sized Immortal Lord.
Taking advantage of his weak limbs, he was now almost half-hanging on Guo Qingchen.
This caused their movements to be slow and the transmission of spiritual power was intermittent
Wan Cang knew very well. This tiny bit of spiritual power couldn’t possibly dispel the demonic energy wreaking havoc inside him, especially since the source was himself, or rather, the demon clan controlling his corpse.
But he just didn’t want to let go, wanting to draw more from Guo Qingchen.
Whether it was the lotus fragrance he could smell, the spiritual power and aura he could feel or the slightest emotional fluctuations… for someone like him, who once had almost no senses, these were wondrous experiences he regained after taking back control of his body.
Guo Qingchen and his true self were Dao companions who had pledged their vows to the heavens and earth, a pair of mandarin ducks who would share the same grave even in death.
Now, with this new body, Wan Cang wanted to transform the memories of being with Guo Qingchen into tangible sensations, storing them deep in his heart.
So no matter how intimate the actions, in his eyes, they were perfectly justified.
Guo Qingchen, with his demon-immortal body, had only half of his bones removed by Wan Cang back then.
The injuries had long since healed, and his strength surpassed that of the past, so naturally, he wouldn’t feel pain from Wan Cang’s random groping.
He looked puzzled, “Why does it still hurt?”
Logically, to deal with demonic energy, his own spiritual energy which had a purifying effect, should be most effective.
Why did it lose its effect on his little disciple?
Guo Qingchen was momentarily dazed, recalling how his Glacier Sword had similarly lost its effect when fighting Demon Lord Wan Cang back then.
“Master…”
Wan Cang’s whole body was in pain and heat, suffering greatly.
He couldn’t help but reach out to scratch, his eyes tinged with a few streaks of red, tears rolling down like broken beads, lips slightly pursed, his voice trembling softly, “It hurts so much.”
His tone was sticky and sweet, extremely aggrieved as if he had been bullied by someone.
Anyone with eyes could see that this young boy was acting spoiled
After politely knocking on the door and getting no response, Hua Changzhou kicked the door open and covered his ears.
“Master, there’s no one inside.”
But Guo Qingchen didn’t think much of it.
He nodded slightly, maintaining his grip and lifted the person up.
The Glacier Sword flew in with a “buzz” embedding itself into the wooden floor.
The room wasn’t very large and judging by the dust, the owner had been gone for no more than three days.
But Wan Cang was in terrible shape.
For now, they had no choice but to make use of it temporarily.
Guo Qingchen picked Wan Cang up horizontally and placed him on the bed, using a technique to stabilize his spirit and regulate his breathing.
The subtle scent of lotus surrounded his nose, making the already dazed Wan Cang even more muddled.
Just as Guo Qingchen was about to take his first disciple out to investigate, he felt a tug on his sleeve.
Wan Cang’s pale face flushed red, his breathing became more rapid and he half-opened his eyes, forcing himself to stay awake, pitifully pleading, “Master… don’t go, please?”
Why does it hurt so much?
It’s so uncomfortable.
His body felt so hot, like it was about to melt.
Wan Cang thought in a daze but the more he thought, the less he understood.
He was just instinctively drawn to that presence with unusually strong spiritual power and a cold aura.
Guo Qingchen noticed the sweat on Wan Cang’s temples and saw him unconsciously curling up.
He finally realized something was wrong. This didn’t seem like he was being controlled by demonic energy but rather like he was poisoned or under a curse.
“Flushed cheeks, restless agitation, unconsciously protecting his abdomen…”
Hua Changzhou carefully observed Wan Cang and noticed the same thing, pondering, “Master, this is likely one of the three major curses, the ‘Passionate Curse.'”
Passionate Gu.
As the name suggests, it’s a Gu poison that destroys one’s rationality and amplifies desires.
Those afflicted with the Gu become feverish, needing to channel spiritual energy to expel the toxic blood at regular intervals and must indulge in pleasure or they risk suffocating to death.
Guo Qingchen’s body stiffened slightly.
The demonic energy that ambushed the three seemed fierce but dispersed with a single blow, indicating it wasn’t strong.
It likely wasn’t just meant to intercept them but to secretly plant the Gu poison in their bodies!
“How can this Gu be resolved?”
Guo Qingchen asked, his tone colder than usual.
“This…”
Hua Changzhou hesitated.
After his master ascended for the second time, he had been practicing the Heartless Dao for many years so it was normal for him to be unaware of worldly matters.
But to mention ‘dual cultivation’ in front of his master was truly difficult to articulate.
“No need to struggle.”
Guo Qingchen asked, “Dual cultivation or guidance?”
His master spoke these words in a calm and unruffled manner which startled Hua Changzhou greatly as if witnessing a fish climbing a tree or a hen crowing.
Could it be that his thinking was too narrow-minded?
While Hua Changzhou was reflecting inwardly, he heard Guo Qingchen ask again, “Dual cultivation?”
Hua Changzhou could only nod woodenly.
At Guo Qingchen’s indication, he moved like a puppet on strings, heading out to find a clean water source.
Damn those demonic cultivators!
Only then did Guo Qingchen realize that Wan Cang hadn’t spoken for a while.
He turned his gaze back to the bed, contemplating the unconscious person
The young man’s features were delicate, his figure slender, still in the growth phase.
Perhaps because he lacked spiritual power and couldn’t cultivate, his body had few muscle lines, and even his breathing seemed to whisper ‘fragile’
Could such a frail young man truly be of the demon clan like himself?
Guo Qingchen’s eyes flickered slightly as he gently placed his fingers on Wan Cang’s wrist, circulating his spiritual power throughout.
He didn’t take on disciples without reason, especially those who hadn’t passed the recruitment process which could be described as ‘unjustified’
This tacit approval was partly due to a recent message from his master, Luo Zangke, and repeated requests from Gan Shouyin.
The other reason was his own selfish desire.
Zhu Hong’s unintentional expressions and demeanor were so reminiscent of that second disciple who never existed from the start.
—Wan Cang, who had come to seek apprenticeship years ago.
Guo Qingchen sensed the Gu worm moving deeper into Wan Cang’s dantian.
His eyelashes trembled lightly and he slowly closed his eyes, making a decision in that moment.
Guidance.
No matter how toxic or fierce a Gu is, as long as it was artificially created, there must be a corresponding method to break it.
Otherwise, it would violate the law of mutual generation and restraint, the balance of yin and yang.
As an Immortal Lord, Guo Qingchen always held a pride that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Regardless of whether ‘Zhu Hong’ was of the demon clan, he had decided to take him as a disciple and nurture him well, ensuring nothing would happen to him by his side.
He refused to believe that with his heartless Dao and longevity cultivation, he couldn’t suppress this minor Gu poison.
Guo Qingchen rolled up his sleeve, lifted Wan Cang’s arm and pressed his own wrist close.
With a thought, his nails sharpened and lengthened, slicing open both their wrists to begin the bloodletting.
As soon as the bright red blood dripped, it was held aloft by an invisible spiritual force, preventing it from staining the bed.
Wan Cang, half-awake, murmured, feeling an increasing heat in his body.
The pain from his wrist was impossible to ignore and he furrowed his brows, slowly moving closer to the only source of coolness in the room. “Master…”
Guo Qingchen sighed helplessly and raised a hand to stop him, “Don’t mess around.”
“Why not?”
Wan Cang’s memories were jumbled, flashes of past and present lives flickering in his mind.
His words were slurred but he could vaguely sense that the person in front of him was his longed-for wife.
He propped himself up, moving closer, “Why… can’t I?”
Guo Qingchen pressed his lips together, not answering.
As the writhing Gu worm finally moved from Wan Cang’s wrist and disappeared into his own skin, a crimson surge filled his half-open eyes.
Wan Cang’s breathing gradually steadied but Guo Qingchen suddenly stood up, retreating several steps.
In his unsteady movement, he accidentally knocked over the empty water basin on the table.
“Clang!”
Guo Qingchen raised a hand to his forehead, kneeling on the ground, his chest heaving violently.
He had to form a seal to regulate his breathing.
On his pale neck and arms, fine snake scales with a cold gleam appeared, the silvery scales tinged with red, like eerie flower buds blooming one by one.
“Mm…”
Guo Qingchen’s usually cool face was tinged with a faint pink.
His brows furrowed and he couldn’t suppress the gasps escaping his throat.
Finally, he realized belatedly.
He was entering his heat.
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Wan Cang: What can I do in this situation? Urgent, waiting for the answer online!
Guo Qingchen: You’ll know in the next chapter.