Chapter 126 Trouble with Master and Disciple (Supporting Characters) Xi Chuang is truly a scoundrel. ...

Starry Palace.

The sect has recently accepted a new batch of disciples, and Xi Chuang has been tasked with training them, keeping him extremely busy. Xingchenque has expanded its enrollment this year, doubling its original plan of recruiting only one hundred people to a full two hundred.

As the saying goes, "quality over quantity." If you learn too many of the same tricks from a mixed group of people, problems are bound to arise. Among this group of disciples, none are particularly outstanding, and their talent is not exceptional; they can only be described as mediocre.

They are very difficult to teach.

Xi Chuang didn't know how Lian Quesheng had gotten him such a job. It was busy and thankless. In fact, he had only been in Xingchenque for three years and often followed Lian Quesheng around. All in all, he had spent very little time in Xingchenque. Even if Luo Zishan had been given this job, it would have been more reliable than him.

But since Lian Quesheng had made this arrangement, he certainly wouldn't refuse. Xichuang stood on the stage, surrounded by rows of young and innocent faces looking at him, but Xichuang was lost in thought. His mind was only on Lian Quesheng; all these other faces were just burdens.

Xi Chuang was extremely agitated, with a constant feeling that something bad was about to happen. He hadn't seen Lian Quesheng for ten days, preoccupied with various matters, either leading them in assessments, sword practice, or studies. He was truly more dedicated to his role as their senior brother than their master.

All he wanted to do now was to put down his burdens and go find Lian Quesheng. He had to see Lian Quesheng, even if he was still angry about what happened last time.

"Senior Brother Xichuang, what are you thinking about?"

Ye Zishan was also pulled in to do hard labor, but unlike Xichuang, he actually enjoyed doing these trivial tasks. At least here, he was a learned and highly skilled senior brother. Back when he returned to his master's side, he became the disciple who was scolded all day long.

Therefore, he couldn't understand why Senior Brother Xichuang always liked to follow Lian Quesheng around. Master and disciple should keep their distance, but he had never seen Lian Quesheng give Senior Brother Xichuang a cold look, or Xichuang show any fear towards Lian Quesheng.

This master-disciple relationship is far too harmonious.

Since Ye Zishan couldn't do it anyway, he didn't think too much about it and asked Xichuang. However, Xichuang was obviously upset and didn't answer him. He just handed him the wooden sword and said, "Zishan, you're in charge of them today. I have something to do and I'll be leaving now."

Since Jiang Yu returned to Shen Wuke with Shen Jiuxu, Zhou Yongyin's side has been taken care of by disciples from several major sects, and the sick villagers have also been brought under control. Even Quesheng took Xichuang back to Xingchenque first.

He hasn't been feeling well these past few days. He caught a cold on his way back, which wasn't a serious illness, but for some reason, it hasn't completely healed, and he's been coughing non-stop all day.

Lian Quesheng didn't want to bother others with this trivial matter, because Lian Chisu, Lu Buwen, and his master would nag him to death.

He had had enough, so he warned the people around him not to talk nonsense. He arranged for Xi Chuang to leave under the pretext of training new disciples, and Xi Chuang stayed by his side. Sometimes, even Que Sheng felt that Xi Chuang was more involved than the three old men.

"Young Master Lian, the medicine has arrived."

A servant came in from the doorway carrying a tray. The bowl of freshly brewed medicine was full and still steaming, dark in color. Lian Quesheng glanced at it and gestured for him to put it on the table, but his mouth was already starting to feel sour.

His throat was dry and sore, and he could barely speak. He lay on the bed, looking up at the bed curtains, and sighed, lost in thought.

Lian Quesheng had many friends and loved to travel, rarely spending time alone. Others always thought he couldn't stand loneliness and always preferred to go to lively places. Lian Quesheng used to think so too, but later he changed.

Aside from visiting Jiang Yu and Shen Jiuxu, he rarely went anywhere else.

Lian Quesheng couldn't explain why, but he always felt listless, both mentally and physically. His spiritual energy fluctuated, like unpredictable weather. Gradually, Lian Quesheng stopped liking to use his spiritual energy outside, so he often took a group of disciples out. With so many people, there was naturally no opportunity for him to use his skills.

He looked at the hairpin under his pillow. It was the hairpin he had given away when he took Xi Chuang as his apprentice. He never expected that it would come back to him after all this time.

Lian Quesheng was filled with mixed feelings. What he had told Jiang Yu and the others last time was true; he had indeed slept with Xichuang while fully conscious. Lian Quesheng couldn't explain why. Although he was conscious, he found it strange. He was usually very restrained, so how could he have suddenly done these things with Xichuang?

Although he had admitted to Jiang Yu and Shen Jiuxu that he liked Xichuang, he was still a man who had studied and learned manners. Even though he and Xichuang were both men, they should have a proper marriage before they could develop a further relationship.

But he didn't know what happened that day. Lian Quesheng couldn't figure it out. He always felt that his memories were like fragmented pieces, incomplete and chaotic.

Knock knock—

Two crisp knocks on the door made Lian Quesheng assume it was his disciple returning, so he simply said, "Come in."

He couldn't stop coughing as soon as he spoke, and he didn't hear the door open and close at all. If those people came in, they would just leave the door open and leave as quickly as possible.

Although Lian Quesheng is kind-hearted, likes to joke and is not pretentious, he is still the disciple of the Xingchenque Sect Leader and has the entire Bailuzhou backing him up. Most disciples are still afraid that they will offend him.

"If there's nothing else, you can go out."

His head was spinning, and he couldn't think straight. He covered himself with the blankets and was about to go to sleep when he suddenly heard a sound that sent chills down his spine.

"Master."

It was Xi Chuang. His voice was very soft, probably because he didn't want to disturb people's rest, but Lian Quesheng recognized it immediately. Besides, no one else would call him "Master".

"Weren't you busy with other things? How come you have time to come over?" Lian Quesheng tried hard to suppress the itching in his throat, not wanting this person to use the excuse of taking care of him to stay here and not leave.

"My apprentice has only just arrived, and Master already wants to send me away?"

Xi Chuang was clearly no longer as docile and respectful as before. His words were barbed, revealing his inner dissatisfaction. However, Lian Quesheng was in distress and, even if he could hear it, he didn't want to take care of Xi Chuang's feelings.

"I want to sleep for a while."

Lian Quesheng had his back to him and didn't turn around. "After we finish our business in a couple of days, we, master and disciple, will have a proper talk. Some things have happened and that's it; we can't change them, and there's no way to change them."

"Master, are you referring to what happened that night?" Xi Chuang regretted his momentary lapse of judgment. He thought that Lian Quesheng would not remember anything after falling asleep from being drunk, so he did not drug him again. But he never expected that even a thousand-year-old fox would finally capsize.

Lian Quesheng woke up midway through.

He could only take the opportunity to explain his feelings to Lian Quesheng. Xi Chuang knew that Lian Quesheng had feelings for him. Whether it was saving him when he was a child or taking him as his disciple when he grew up, Lian Quesheng had done an excellent job as an older brother or a master.

The west window could not refute.

But he didn't want to just be an apprentice anymore. Although he had enjoyed a wonderful time having Lian Quesheng all to himself while he was in a coma, Xi Chuang was no longer satisfied.

He was no longer satisfied and could only possess Lian Quesheng while he was unconscious. He also wanted to be able to openly and honestly declare their relationship in front of outsiders, just like Shen Jiuxu and Jiang Yu.

People would naturally assume they are a couple.

So, the moment Lian Quesheng opened his eyes, Xi Chuang, who had only taken off his clothes, covered Lian Quesheng's eyes with one hand and then kissed the person in front of him.

Lian Quesheng was startled at the time.

He thought it was a dream he was having while he was still drunk, but then he realized how real it was. He could feel warm sweat dripping onto his neck, distinct fingers pressing against his red and hot ears, and even a few wisps of cool wind blowing across his naked body.

This doesn't feel like a dream at all.

The feeling of a dream is vague and unclear, but now Lian Quesheng can feel its reality. Before his eyes is the face of Xi Chuang, on his waist is Xi Chuang's other hand, and in his ears echoes Xi Chuang's words calling him "Master".

And so things unfolded in a chaotic manner.

After that, they were like a broken mirror that had been glued back together. Even in front of Shen Jiuxu and Jiang Yu, Lian Quesheng acted as usual, and he could even talk to them about his relationship with Xichuang as if he were joking.

But Xichuang knew that things were different after all; they had changed.

Lian Quesheng began to intentionally or unintentionally distance himself from him, avoiding meetings and contact, and eventually reducing his verbal exchanges with him.

"Does Master still resent me? Does Master not like me? Then what kind of person does Master like? He promised to take good care of me for the rest of my life. Didn't Master say those words? They were a promise he made. Does Master not want to keep it?"

"So only my disciple took it seriously."

Xi Chuang's voice was filled with resentment and indignation. He couldn't understand why Lian Quesheng seemed like a completely different person after they had only just broken through a thin layer of paper that was already barely visible.

"Cough cough—"

"Cough cough cough cough—"

Lian Quesheng was so enraged by his words that he nearly fell off the bed. According to his nature, he should have kicked off the covers, gotten out of bed, and started cursing at the west window – that would have been the real Lian Quesheng.

What's more, he was the one who was at a disadvantage in this matter. Even after thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't understand why he was the one on the bottom, being slept with by a little brat he picked up and raised himself. He was so embarrassed that he hid for two days, and was even questioned.

West Window is a real scoundrel.

Lian Quesheng wanted to curse, but his throat was sore and he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted to hit someone, but his body was so weak and aching that he collapsed again as soon as he sat up. Even his spiritual power seemed to betray him, slipping away from him.

Lian Que was so angry that she tilted her head to the side, rolled her eyes, and fainted.