Chapter 5: The Secret in His Blood

“No! You lie!” Mu An refuted in terror.

“Whether I lie or not, you know very well.” With those words, Qing Ya’s fingers swiftly struck Mu An’s acupoints.

With a few swishing sounds, he released Mu An from his restraints.

Mu An immediately felt unwell, nearly vomiting. He leaned against the wall, barely managing to keep his sliding body under control.

Suddenly, a flicker of terror passed through his eyes. He could clearly sense a wisp of demonic energy seeping out of his dantian.

In that instant, like a bolt from the blue, he stood frozen in place.

“You are a half-breed of human and demon, the lowest rank of demonkind. Though I don’t know who sealed your demonic bloodline, a half-breed remains a half-breed—not human.”

A malicious smile appeared in Qing Ya’s eyes. “If your Wanghua Immortal Lord were to learn of your bloodline, do you think he would brand you a demon spy and cut you down with a single stroke?”

“What exactly do you want from me!” Mu An glared in fury, the corners of his eyes bloodshot, his handsome face twisted with hatred.

The sight stirred something in Qing Ya’s heart. [I truly want a taste of this beautiful face. What a pity—I still need him for something.]

“I told you, I’m here to help you.” Qing Ya tossed him a medicine bottle. “Take this, and your demonic bloodline will fully awaken.”

Mu An caught the bottle, bewildered. “I won’t take it.”

“You will. After all, someday soon, the human world will have no place for you.” Qing Ya curled his lips in a smile and vanished on the spot.

Mu An loosened his grip on the bottle slightly and casually tossed it into his storage space.

“That demon smiled all creepy-like, as if afraid people wouldn’t know he had ill intentions. He went through all the trouble of changing his face for nothing,” Mu An remarked.

[Maybe he’s done so many bad things he’s afraid of being hunted down, so he changed his face.]

“Mm… that makes sense.”

[Host, there are red marks on your neck from where you were strangled. Please deal with them quickly, so there are no misunderstandings.]

“Got it.” Mu An used the last of his spiritual energy to erase the red marks on his neck and let out a soft sigh.

He limped back to his room and sat in meditation to heal his injuries.

***

No matter how golden the nest or silver the nest, none beats one’s own shabby home.

Mu An locked the door and stripped off all his bloodstained clothes.

His bare body now only covered by a pair of square-cut shorts. During the healing process, the wounds might still seep blood, so he couldn’t be bothered to put on sleepwear.

After casually casting a cleansing spell, he got into bed and sat cross-legged to meditate.

[No one can see me anyway, and the system has automatically gone into its little dark room.]

After taking a few healing pills, Mu An began to meditate and cultivate.

Before long, he suddenly felt something press against his lips.

He snapped his eyes open and unexpectedly met a pair of deep, cold eyes.

“M-Master!”

Shen Shengqing pushed the pill into his mouth and said coldly, “Swallow.”

Instinctively, Mu An closed his lips, inadvertently brushing his soft lips lightly against the tips of his master’s fingers.

Shen Shengqing withdrew his hand with an unchanged expression. His wide sleeve hid his fingers, but inside the cuff, his hand trembled slightly, fingers rubbing against each other as if trying to coat every digit with that marvelous sensation.

“Master, how did you—”

“Focus your mind.” Shen Shengqing coldly interrupted Mu An, his gaze sweeping over the youth’s body.

He turned and sat behind Mu An, assuming a meditative posture.

He channeled spiritual energy into his hands and pressed them against Mu An’s smooth, soft back. The warm, tender skin against his palms nearly made him lose control, longing to lean down and lick it.

But now, this back no longer bore the whip marks he had left yesterday. Instead, it was covered with sword wounds left by another.

This was unforgivable.

Whether it was the disciple who had deliberately thrown the match, or Yunnan You who had seduced his disciple.

Neither could be let off lightly.

Feeling the spiritual energy coming from behind, Mu An felt a warmth in his heart. [Shen Shengqing actually cares about me quite a bit—he’s even taking the initiative to heal my wounds.]

[But if that’s the case, won’t he stop resenting me for losing the match?]

[Then how am I supposed to complete my mission?]

Just as he was thinking this, he heard his master’s cold voice. “Focus your mind.”

Mu An stopped thinking about other things and calmed his heart and breath. He could feel a gentle, cool spiritual energy slowly flowing into his body, helping him straighten out the chaotic energy inside.

Before he knew it, when he opened his eyes again, the sky had turned dark as ink. His injuries had all healed. He was about to kneel and thank his master when he was abruptly met with a questioning voice.

“Why do you have demonic energy on you?”

Mu An’s heartbeat stuttered. [I absolutely cannot let Master discover my identity now, or how will I secretly poison him and follow the plot later?]

His lashes trembled rapidly. He slowly rose and moved to kneel on the cold floor.

Shen Shengqing firmly grasped his arm, stopping him from kneeling. Mu An’s lashes fluttered, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

“Master, after I was injured, in order to heal as quickly as possible, I took a demonic pill.”

Mu An kept his head slightly lowered, not daring to meet his master’s eyes, but his voice grew increasingly sincere. “I acquired that pill at an auction. It might contain spirit demon grass. Perhaps that’s where the demonic energy came from.”

“If that is the case, why kneel?” Shen Shengqing commanded coldly. “Rise.”

Relieved, Mu An slowly stood up. A trace of morbid delight colored his brows and eyes. “Thank you, Master, for believing me.”

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