Chapter 52: His Alcohol Tolerance is That Bad…
The forest, where demonic plants grew wildly, was dark and silent. Under the illumination of the red sun, it took on an even more gloomy and dangerous atmosphere.
A man in white clothes and black robes stood within it. His figure was tall and slender, ethereal and lonely. From a distance, he looked like an ancient painting rendered only in black and white.
A leaf fluttered down into the wine vessel held by the figure in the painting. The silhouette, resembling a fairy spirit of the Secret Realm, raised his head, revealing a pair of calm and translucent red eyes. The black-and-white ancient painting instantly gained a touch of vivid colorâcinnabar falling upon the canvas, a feathered immortal turning into a demon.
Thick eyelashes lifted, and the red pupils revealed the sharp glint of a predator spotting prey.
“Drink.” He raised his hand, offering the cup in an inviting gesture. An invitation from an immortalâwho could refuse?
Song Yilou, squatting in the tree, didn’t want to refuse, provided the Temple Master was actually inviting him to drink and not asking him to gnaw on the bronze cup.
“Why is that thing so hard?” Song Yilou licked his newly grown tooth.
The drunk Yun Wuxiang was obsessed with shoving the wine cup into his mouth. After being dodged, his strikes became even more ruthless, directly smashing one of Song Yilou’s teeth out.
If it were an ordinary cup, he would have just destroyed it and claimed he ate itâa drunk person wouldn’t be able to tell the difference anyway.
receiving no response, Yun Wuxiang waited for a while. Then, wind generated beneath his feet, and he landed on the branch like an agile wild goose, reaching out to press down on the shoulder of the person trying to retreat.
He offered the wine vessel: “Drink.”
His hand grabbed empty air. The person was gone.
Having lost his target, Yun Wuxiangâs eyes went blank. He stared at the air in front of him, entering standby mode.
A black scorpion crawled along the tree trunk to the hem of Yun Wuxiang’s robe, sneakily climbing all the way to his shoulder. Its tail twitched slightly, the stinger reaching toward the skin of his neck.
Dose him with a little poison, knock him out first…
Yun Wuxiang suddenly moved. He jumped down from the branch, picked up the opened wine jar, and tilted his head back to pour it into his mouth. This unrestrained posture was far from his usual elegant habit of sipping tea, yet his expression remained as indifferent and unmoved as ever.
The black scorpion, nearly flung off, clung tightly to the fabric beneath it, only to be doused head-on by the spilling wine.
The scorpion tail, raised high, drooped down listlessly.
The wine jar was raised higher and higher, the flow of wine becoming smaller until the thin stream turned into dripping beads, and finally stopped.
The jar was empty.
The wine jar smashed against an ancient tree, shattering into pieces.
Yun Wuxiang picked up the red lotus from the ground, plucked the black scorpion from his shoulder, placed it into the flower’s center, and then walked to a flowing stream nearby, tossing the lotus in.
The black scorpion, bound by a spell for non-cooperation: “…”
The river’s current was fast; the red lotus drifted away quickly.
By the time a certain wet and resentful ghost found the drunkard who had set him ‘free,’ the other party was already leaning against a red-leafed tree, eyes closed.
Song Yilou crouched in front of Yun Wuxiang. “Temple Master?”
No reaction.
He leaned a bit closer. “Yun Wuxiang?”
He reached out, touched the nose. No reaction.
Touched the ear. Still no reaction.
The person under his hand seemed to have sunk into a dream, completely losing perception of the outside world.
Song Yilou instantly threw the grievance of being set adrift to the back of his mind.
The Temple Master was asleep!
It seemed he could do anything now!
Song Yilou looked at Yun Wuxiang like a black cat eyeing a gigantic fish. Amidst his excitement, he actually didn’t know where to start biting.
He looked left, looked right, then picked up Yun Wuxiangâs hand. Smelling the residual aroma of wine on the fingers, he took a lick.
Muscles tensed subconsciously, but the expected attack didn’t come.
Song Yilou looked at the sleeping Yun Wuxiang. Quiet as a doll, defenseless, unresponsive to his actions. It was as if the soul was no longer in this shell.
Opening his mouth, he bit down on that hand. The drunk person instantly opened his eyes, a sword blade swinging toward Song Yilouâs head.
Song Yilou dodged the blade, the smile returning to his face. “Temple Master, you look better with your eyes open.”
When you close your eyes, you don’t look like yourself.
…
Yun Wuxiang opened his eyes, feeling a bit heavy and hot. A voice rang in his ear: “Temple Master, are you awake?”
A pair of magnified eyes entered his field of vision, hovering above him, staring into his own.
He sat up, waved his hand, and pushed. The person half-pressing on him was shoved to the foot of the bed, landing with a muffled thud.
Yun Wuxiang looked at the extra person in his bed with a volatile expression. Song Yilouâs slightly curly long hair was loose, and he wore only an inner robe that hung loosely, revealing most of his chest and abdominal muscles.
Stripped of the packaging of outer clothes and revealing his muscles, Song Yilou exuded an eroticism belonging to a carnivore. He licked the corner of his mouth and laughed, “Turning hostile so quickly? It seems the Temple Master is truly awake. You weren’t like this before.”
Yun Wuxiang never believed a word that came out of Song Yilouâs mouth. But now, his gaze swept over a string of teeth marks on Song Yilouâs neck. In that position, a person couldn’t bite themselves. The only person here who could have done it was…
Was his alcohol tolerance really that bad?
How could he be so hungry that he wasn’t choosy about his food?!
He had never had such thoughts about men before. It was definitely Song Yilou who…
Song Yilou crawled back from the foot of the bed, propping his hands on either side of Yun Wuxiang. He brought his face close, watching the constantly shifting expressions in Yun Wuxiang’s eyes, smiling like a cat that stole the cream. “Temple Master, humans often say that once there is the reality of husband and wife, one must take responsibility. Since you still think of yourself as human, you must marry me.”
Yun Wuxiang seized his wrist, the chaotic colors in his eyes fading, leaving only a sunken, cold light. “Your Ghost Essence is still intact.”
“What?” Song Yilouâs hand wandered restlessly on Yun Wuxiangâs arm.
Yun Wuxiang waved his hand, flipping the man off the bed. His long sword pointed at the other’s throat. “Song Yilou, is lying fun?”
Before checking Song Yilou, Yun Wuxiang had checked himself first. Whether it was himself or this guy, both were still virgins. What ‘reality of husband and wife’? A mouthful of lies!
The smile that usually hung on Song Yilouâs face vanished, his gaze turning gloomy. “Not fun.”
“We should have officially consummated.” As if he couldn’t see the sword pointed at him, he stood up, facing Yun Wuxiang directly. Yin energy filled the whites of his eyes as the ghastly ghost pupils reappeared.
“I wanted to lick your fingers, your skin, kiss your…”
Yun Wuxiangâs eyes sharpened. The blade struck, and the person before him dissolved into Yin energy.
Then he reformed, staring dead at him. “But I can’t touch the real you at all. Yun Wuxiang, I really want to destroy this human body trapping you!”
Faint grievance permeated Song Yilouâs shrill ghostly voice. “I hate humans. Why must you be human? Clearly, for you, cultivating immortality or cultivating devilry is all the same.”
“It’s all because of Yun Xinyang, isn’t it! Just you wait, I will definitely make that guy…”
Yun Wuxiangâs killing intent surged.
“Come back to life!” Song Yilouâs paranoid ghost voice echoed in the room.
Yun Wuxiangâs killing intent paused.
What?
What was this ghost thing with the bizarre brain circuit thinking now?
“Why should he merge with you?! When I hold you, I think about how this body is his. I haven’t even seen your true appearance until now!”
“Separate! You must separate!”
Song Yilouâs gaze traveled from Yun Wuxiangâs neck to his chest, continuing downward. The tight, powerful, fluid muscles of his waist and abdomen were faintly visible beneath the fabric.
My teeth itch! I really want to gnaw! But there’s something annoying hiding inside.
His gaze was too explicit, filled with undisguised desire and sorrow, like two heat lamps shining on him. Just as Yun Wuxiang reached out to pull his collar tight, the door suddenly opened.
“Temple Master, Junior Brother Liu Zhu he… excuse me.” Zhao Sihai took one look at the two men in the room wearing only single layers, immediately bowed his head, closed the door, and turned to leave.
He had taken only two steps when Yun Wuxiangâs low voice, like dark clouds, sounded from behind: “Come back.”
Zhao Sihai opened the door again with his head lowered. He carefully looked up; the two people in the room were already fully dressed, as if everything just now had been an illusion.
Yun Wuxiang: “What happened to Liu Zhu?”
Song Yilou pestered him: “You ignore me to manage others?”
Zhao Sihai lowered his head and stepped aside, revealing the little Flame Demon with a bulging belly being carried by a brown bear behind him. “Junior Brother Liu Zhu overate again.”
Yun Wuxiang: “…”
Where did all these neurotics and idiots come from?
Yun Wuxiang couldn’t help but start missing his worry-free eldest disciple. Although he became somewhat troublesome after the plot began, that was the World Consciousness’s fault, not because Shen Lanqing himself had brain problems.
ăHost, are you okay? What did that beast Song Yilou do to you while taking advantage of your precarious state?!ă 3339 asked anxiously.
[You don’t know?]
ăI was blocked. Regarding host privacy, in certain specific locations and conditions, the System cannot share sensory perception with the host.ă
[I’m fine.]
After comforting the System, which was emotionally agitated as if it had been the one violated, he helped Liu Zhu digest his food. The Ghost Gu placed to the side was already radiating monstrous resentment and waves of Yin wind.
Yun Wuxiangâs meager patience drained rapidly during this process. Killing intent rose in his heart. Managing a sect was so troublesome right from the start; maybe he shouldn’t do it. Should he just kill them all?
He could find some worry-free disciples instead.
Chills ran down everyone’s spines. Liu Zhu looked up sensitively. Zhao Sihai stood frozen, his whole body tense.
Only Song Yilou remained completely unaffected. He had sensed the Temple Master’s killing intent too many times. He deliberately pulled at his collar, revealing the teeth marks on his neck.
Yun Wuxiangâs eye twitched: “…”
How exactly did those teeth marks get there?
Why do I have no memory of it at all?
Asking Song Yilou wouldn’t yield the truth. Instead of wasting his breath, after Song Yilou flaunted the marks in front of him like a medal of victory a few times, Yun Wuxiang awarded him a Great Rejuvenation Spell, restoring his skin to a smooth and flawless state.
Seeing Song Yilou unhappily touching his own neck, Yun Wuxiang felt relieved.
Seeing Song Yilou suffer defeat brought immense pleasure; the effect was excellent.
The drunk interlude came to an end.
Everything returned to normal. All living creatures in the Qingdi Temple were fully mobilized by Yun Wuxiang to prepare for the opening of the Secret Realm.
There was no day or night in the Secret Realm, only a red sun hanging in the sky, making time blur.
Yun Wuxiang had the System to tell time, but he didn’t know the exact opening date of the Secret Realm. He could only crack the core formation of the Secret Realm as fast as possible.
There were nine array eyes in total for the core formation. If he controlled more than half, he could forcibly close the Secret Realm.
ăHost, today is the third month and seventh day since you entered the Demon Realm.ă 3339 acted as a timekeeper, performing its daily report.
Shortly after it spoke, the space within the Secret Realm underwent changes. An invisible sound of a door opening rang out in the void, faint and elusive.
Several streaks of flowing light flew into the Secret Realm, scattering like dandelion seeds across the land.
The Burning Sea Secret Realm was officially open.
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