The Aloof Master Was Forced to Have a “Universally Adored” Physique chapter 11

Chapter 11: The Two Rebellious Disciples Committing Insubordination

When Yan Shiman and Chu Yunduan arrived, they looked up and saw the beautiful Immortal Venerable playing the flute, their eyes filled with deep astonishment.

The melodious sound of the flute drifted into their ears, and they instantly felt their blood surge—not just psychologically, but also…

“You’ve come.”

Ming Ji’s hearing had always been good. Sensing the two walking toward him, he stopped playing the jade flute.

He went to the willow tree not far away and glanced sideways at Wei Zixi and Guan Yuce, who were still concentrating on wielding their swords. Only then did he crook his finger, signaling the two to come closer.

Ming Ji harbored no other intentions; he merely wanted to check if Yan Shiman and Chu Yunduan had any abnormalities. However, the curling of his finger inadvertently tugged at their heartstrings, causing them to misinterpret the action.

Especially Chu Yunduan. Usually looking refined and easygoing, he now boldly imprisoned Ming Ji’s wrist. His warm face slowly leaned in close, and the hot breath exhaled from his lips brushed against that white jade-like face.

Yan Shiman was not to be outdone. His competitive spirit ignited and grew vigorous. Seeing Ming Ji forced to retreat a few steps by Chu Yunduan, he catered to the movement, letting Ming Ji bump into his chest.

Ming Ji was sandwiched between front and back, feeling a trace of helplessness in his heart.

But at this moment, he couldn’t care about so much.

Ming Ji had no time to pay attention to the eldest disciple behind him, whose hands were becoming increasingly presumptuous, even about to embrace his waist.

During this period, Ming Ji took the opportunity to examine Chu Yunduan’s pupils. Detecting a trace of gloomy darkness in his eyes, he finally understood.

“Master, why do you only look at Junior Brother and not me?” Yan Shiman was somewhat displeased. He lowered his head to blow on Ming Ji’s other earlobe, speaking slowly with a teasing smile, “How about Master looks at me?”

As he spoke, his gaze stared straight at Ming Ji’s neck, wishing he could leave a few obvious marks on it. His palm had already touched the sash at Ming Ji’s waist, waiting to untie it in the next moment.

Before Yan Shiman could get his wish, a jade flute blocked his palm. In the next moment, it struck the back of his hand heavily.

Yan Shiman withdrew his hand in pain. He intended to continue saying some treasonous words, but upon raising his eyes, he suddenly realized—Chu Yunduan, who had been teasing Ming Ji just moments ago, suddenly vomited a mouthful of black blood.

“Your turn.” Ming Ji remained calm and light as the clouds and breeze, appearing as if nothing could shake his mind.

He pressed his palm on Yan Shiman’s shoulder, pouring a steady stream of spiritual power into his body.

In an instant, Yan Shiman also vomited a mouthful of black blood. When he looked up at Ming Ji again, his eyes had gained some clarity.

“Thank you, Master.” Yan Shiman didn’t know what was wrong with him, only feeling that his brain was much clearer. He hurriedly clasped his hands to thank Ming Ji.

The more he thought about it, the more absurd he found his behavior just now. Clearly, Master had no other intentions, yet for some reason, every move inexplicably tempted his mind.

He even felt that a faint, elusive fragrance would appear on Ming Ji’s body, enticing him to press upon him.

He wasn’t the only one; Chu Yunduan was the same.

Because he was younger, he had to support himself against the tree trunk and catch his breath for a full quarter of an hour before he improved.

“Thank you, Master.” Chu Yunduan also realized the unreasonableness of the past two years, and his jade-like face showed a sense of shame.

“There was malice attached to your bodies.” Seeing the genuine shame in their eyes, Ming Ji softened his attitude toward these two disciples. “No matter. Take the pills I give you; within a month, it will disappear completely.”

After speaking, he handed two jade bottles to Yan Shiman and Chu Yunduan, instructing carefully, “Take two pills daily at noon. Persist for one month, and that will do.”

Ming Ji paused, then continued, “But it is somewhat bitter. If you fear the bitterness, take it with candied fruit; it will not affect the efficacy.”

Seeing the strange expressions on his two disciples, Ming Ji realized this was like coaxing children, and this tone happened to be the one he used to coax Wei Zixi before.

“Master, I don’t want to drink medicine.”

“Don’t be afraid, eat some candied fruit and it won’t be bitter.”

Yan Shiman watched Ming Ji daze off and tried calling “Master” again. Only when Ming Ji snapped back did he continue, “Master, then do you know why this malice appeared?”

Yan Shiman hadn’t detected it, but the always meticulous Chu Yunduan had a rough guess: Although malice bewitches the mind and tempts desires, the premise is… we were already interested in Master.

Ming Ji didn’t know what Chu Yunduan was thinking. Recovering his senses and hearing the question, he pondered and said, “Perhaps because… previously, you helped me slay that Mahayana demon beast. Although I only suffered flesh wounds, that demon beast’s nature was always evil. It’s not impossible that it took the opportunity to influence your minds.”

This was the superficial explanation Ming Ji gave them—no matter how evil a demon beast was in life, once dead, it turned to dust, and those influenced by it would regain clarity.

And the demon beast he killed was thoroughly dead; it couldn’t influence others’ minds. It was likely related to the evil thought that had controlled his body before.

As Ming Ji thought this, he heard an electronic broadcast sound.

[Congratulations Host, avoided the ending of being… by disciples. Chastity Points +5. Total Chastity Points: 10.]

The system finally triggered and issued an electronic reminder.

Just as Wei Zixi finished his practice, he saw that Ming Ji wasn’t there. Looking around, he discovered Ming Ji standing in the distance with his two disliked senior brothers, and his mind started running wild again.

He almost ran over, beads of sweat on his forehead. Seeing his Master looking at him, he immediately wrapped his arms around Ming Ji’s waist, rubbing against him affectionately like a young child.

It was just that his idea wasn’t realistic. Wei Zixi had now grown a finger’s width taller than Ming Ji. Helplessly, he settled for the next best thing, resting his chin on Ming Ji’s shoulder and humming softly in a spoiled manner.

To tell the truth, this scene was as strange as a nearly grown wolf cub rubbing lightly against a beautiful deer.

Ming Ji, however, didn’t show much dissatisfaction. He merely patted Wei Zixi’s back soothingly, thinking to himself how the little disciple was getting more and more clingy. He spoke softly, coaxing him like a child, “Don’t make a scene, hurry up and get up.”

Ming Ji himself didn’t detect anything wrong, but Yan Shiman and Chu Yunduan on the side were red-eyed with jealousy.

They entered the sect earlier than Wei Zixi. Because Ming Ji had been almost unable to extricate himself from quelling the internal strife in the sect back then, aside from teaching them techniques, he rarely had time to care for these two disciples, let alone indulge them like this.

Wei Zixi, however, had met with a good opportunity—Ming Ji took him back to the sect during his free time and taught him day and night.

Yan Shiman had always been straightforward. Looking at this nominal junior brother, he said disdainfully, “Junior Brother, how old are you? Do you still like to act spoiled with Master?”

The always steady Chu Yunduan also agreed, nodding in concurrence, “Junior Brother, could it be that even when you marry and have children in the future, you will stick to Master like this?”

What I want to marry is Master.

Wei Zixi secretly cursed in his heart. Feeling the body of the Master in his arms stiffen, as if truly wavering slightly, he couldn’t help but let the drama queen in him take over, his body trembling slightly.

Hearing the words of these two disciples, Ming Ji initially felt it was improper. Just as he was about to push the little disciple away from him, he sensed his back robes becoming somewhat wet.

…Crying?

Ever since he learned a few days ago that there was no problem with the little disciple, Ming Ji had felt somewhat guilty.

As if wanting to make up to this disciple he raised from childhood, he had been indulgent in many matters. He hadn’t expected the little disciple to be heartbroken by just a few words now.

“Don’t cry, Master is here.” Ming Ji agonized for a long time before spitting out this sentence.

It was hard to imagine that the always cold and aloof Immortal Venerable was now gently patting Wei Zixi’s back to comfort him, just like coaxing a child to sleep.

Ming Ji looked at the two disciples again, his tone becoming much more stern. “You are all fellow disciples; don’t be too excessive, you two.”

Yan Shiman and Chu Yunduan responded stumblingly. Just as they were wondering why this junior brother cried so easily and their minds were filled with thoughts, they turned their heads to see that black-hearted little “Green Tea” hook up a provocative smile at them.

Yan Shiman and Chu Yunduan: “…”

The crying was probably done by smearing garlic on his eyes. With such a fast emotional change, he’s smiling like a blooming flower now.

The two were instantly indignant. Constantly wondering how they could be played by Wei Zixi like this, they couldn’t help but guess if there would be big trouble in the future.

They dared not tattle. One didn’t need to think hard to know the result of telling Ming Ji: their Master would simply think, what bad intentions could such a simple little disciple have?

Don’t even mention it; his simple little disciple has the most bad intentions.

Yan Shiman and Chu Yunduan’s faces changed unpredictably, turning red then green like the unpredictable weather.

They thought in unison: Just you wait, kid.

“Immortal Venerable! Junior Brother Wei!”

Although in Ming Ji’s mouth he was a disciple, to avoid trouble, Guan Yuce usually addressed Ming Ji as Immortal Venerable.

Just moments ago, Guan Yuce, who was practicing on the side, was confused. He looked around and found he was the only one left.

Originally there were three, but at some point, Ming Ji and Wei Zixi had walked far away.

He looked up and fortunately saw the four of them standing not far away, so he ran over quickly.

At first, Guan Yuce didn’t detect anything wrong. It wasn’t until he saw Wei Zixi hugging Ming Ji, rubbing against him like a big bear, and the expressions on the other two disciples of Ming Ji were also very displeased.

Seeing this scene, he felt his brain suddenly pause. Putting on a clear and innocent look, a sentence popped out of his mouth that made others unable to hold back laughter.

“Immortal Venerable, is this the friendly etiquette for disciples toward their Master in your Cultivation Race?”

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