Chapter 264: The shared love between master and disciple
Tingyan's hands unconsciously exerted a little more force, and the pressure made Lin Zhi groan softly.
Ting Yan suddenly retracted his strength, looked at the beautiful skin that was flushed with heat due to the infusion of spiritual power, and reminded himself to concentrate.
Lin Zhi's consciousness was dragged into a vortex. The flames that burned people were mixed with needle-like ice, which made people fall on one side and forced them to wake up on the other.
Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He maintained a trace of rationality in this ups and downs so as not to say anything he shouldn't.
Tingyan stood beside the bed, watching the young man approach unconsciously.
Lin Zhi would only behave in such an indulgent manner when he lost his mind. When he was sober, the young man was respectful and polite and would not overstep the line in the slightest.
Tingyan knew his pain, so she didn't push him away.
Like a compassionate saint, he allowed the vines to grow around him as a support and watched him bloom beautiful flowers.
"Uncle Master... it hurts... why... my disciple is useless... but it hurts so much..."
Lin Zhi's voice was chaotic and intermittent, with a tremor that was almost like crying.
"It's so cold... but also so hot..."
"Uncle Master... why do you make me feel so uncomfortable..."
Lin Zhi's voice was almost a whisper. These painful words were not questions, but rather a soft expression of a fragile, confused and helpless person who could only confide his feelings to the person he was closest to and trusted the most.
Ting Yan pursed his lips slightly, but could not think of any good way to relieve Lin Zhi's pain. After all, he was just a junior who had just entered the sect. He was not far from becoming a cultivator from a mortal, so why did he suffer such a disaster?
He felt pity, but this pity suddenly changed subtly when Lin Zhi approached.
The young man's eyes were misty, but he looked at him persistently.
"Uncle Master, I don't want to feel any pain anymore."
The young man spoke his request against his lips, wet and colorful tears flowed from his eyes and were gently exhaled from between his lips and teeth.
It’s like a kiss but not quite, and hesitant to speak.
Ting Yan thought that this spell seemed to have a profound influence on Lin Zhi, otherwise it would be hard to explain the charm that seemed to emanate from the young man's bones.
Ting Yan reminded him, "Your mind is in turmoil. Close your eyes, hold onto the Yuan and stay focused on the spiritual platform."
This is actually somewhat inhumane. The young man has only established his foundation not long ago. The thunder tribulation during the foundation-building period is just a drizzle. How can it temper his will? What's more, he has not yet cultivated to the golden elixir stage and does not need to knock on the door of his heart to foster his inner demons.
Ting Yan sighed in his heart, without any blame in his behavior, but he forgot that Lin Zhi was also a person who walked up the 999 steps of the Immortal Ladder, so how could he be corrupted so easily.
"Uncle Master, help me."
Lin Zhi grabbed Tingyan's clothes and became dizzy.
Ting Yan couldn't figure out for a moment what Lin Zhi was asking him for help with, whether it was to help him restrain himself or to help him indulge himself.
There was a sudden pain on the lips. It was not the wet intimacy of rubbing ears, but a merciless bite.
Ting Yan raised his eyes slightly and saw the young man with his eyes closed. His slightly furrowed brows were full of pain. The young man's pale lips were stained with blood, which was astonishingly gorgeous.
Ting Yan's fingertips circled around the ends of Lin Zhi's hair. Although there was a cut on his lip, he did not deal with it immediately, nor did he get angry. Instead, he just indulged his junior.
The unique rusty sweet smell of blood stimulated the senses. The young man, who was in great pain due to the battle between the spell-suppressing formation and the love spell of the Hehuan Sect, had his eyes more and more unfocused. When he raised his head, the marks on his neck and collarbone came into Tingyan's eyes.
When Ting Yan noticed that Lin Zhi was unconsciously pursing his lips and biting a part of them to fight the pain, he pressed his thumb on his lips and squeezed between his teeth, and his other hand gently but unyieldingly grasped his neck.
Lin Zhi was forced to raise his head slightly, his fragile throat was completely under someone's control. He did not struggle, because the person holding his vital point had no intention of killing him.
In the process of circulating spiritual power, Ting Yan inadvertently wiped out the traces on Lin Zhi's body.
The scroll that had been randomly stamped with seals was restored to its original state, which made Tingyan's eyes relax a little.
It was then that he noticed the wetness on his fingertips, which were pushed out by Lin Zhi's tongue.
"It hurts, so just bite it."
Ting Yan looked at the young man in his arms and gently stroked the top of his head.
Lin Zhi did not hold back and bit without mercy.
The pain of the fresh air cleansing his body was shared with his lover in this way.
Tingyan's expression did not change, and the fingers that seemed to be carved out of jade did not become bloody due to the force of the bite.
He had already entered the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and his body had been tempered by heavenly thunder several times. Ordinary weapons could not hurt him.
Ting Yan touched the wound on his lips unconsciously. Naturally, these parts still retained the fragility of the human body.
Ting Yan looked at him in a trance, unconsciously inserting his thumb deeper and using his other hand to wipe away the sweat on Lin Zhi's face.
The color of the red moon has become increasingly dim, and the light pink spiritual energy that fills Lin Zhi's inner palace has also been fading away. Under the guidance of Ting Yan's spiritual power, the spiritual energy entangles into a ball and overflows from Lin Zhi's mouth.
Ting Yan clasped his five fingers together, crushed it, and lowered his head to see Lin Zhi's condition.
"Better?"
When Ting Yan asked, he seemed not to notice that they were too close, so close that his lips were right in front of Lin Zhi's eyes, and the damage was particularly obvious, as if attracting people to chase him.
They are so close that it seems like they could easily kiss each other when they are in a state of confusion and passion.
Lin Zhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her whole body felt as if she had been pulled out of the water, completely exhausted.
When he saw the scene clearly, his eyes widened slightly, and he pressed his fingertips on the wound on Ting Yan's lips, and said in a hurried voice: "Uncle Master...I was rude and offended you."
He used his mind to take out the medicine from the storage jade pendant, and smeared the medicine that looked like a small spirit bead on Tingyan's lips. Soon the wound healed as before.
Lin Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, curled the corner of his mouth towards Ting Yan, and unconsciously stepped back to distance themselves from each other.
Not only did he not get close to her, he also drew a clear line in the sand and acted as if nothing had happened.
The temperature in the cave seemed to be a little lower. Ting Yan lowered his eyes and said, "It's okay."
The runes of the spirit array dissipated little by little, and the young man on the warm jade bed tied his clothes with his back to him. However, in the blink of an eye, all the entanglement, closeness, and fragile dependence disappeared, like a mirage, as if they had never appeared.
Lin Zhi tied her hair into a bun and straightened her clothes, and now she looked like a respectful young man again.
"Uncle Master, I am sorry to bother you again."
"Since you call me uncle, there's no need to be so polite. How is your senior sister?"
Ting Yan sat down on the warm jade bed. The spiritual energy in the spirit gathering array flowed towards his body. He closed his eyes to rest, and his jade-white face showed a sick look.
"Master is still in seclusion to protect the Dharma. Uncle, is my sister in a critical condition?"
Lin Zhi had asked his third senior brother before, but he also knew very little.
Although he went with the master, because the third senior brother's cultivation was only at the initial stage of Golden Core, he had to wait outside the scope of Wuyou Mountain due to the pressure. According to him, he waited for several hours before the injured master came out carrying the unconscious and wounded senior sister. The uncle was protecting him with sword energy at his side, but his condition was not good either. He didn't know anything more.
"More than forty years ago, the Baiyuan Secret Realm appeared in the world, and the key was divided into four pieces and scattered. Guiyi Sect took one of them, followed by Luoyu Sect, Yushou Sect, and Guanqing Sect. After half a month of discussion, the quotas were allocated to each sect. Those below the Jindan stage were not allowed to enter. There were many exchanges of interests between the sects, and there is no need to talk about these. I am on the list of the quotas, and your eldest sister is also on the list."
"There are both dangers and opportunities in the secret realm, but there are changes inside, and few people are safe. When the secret realm was closed, your sister had not appeared. At that time, we all thought she was killed in it, but her soul lamp was still on. Uncle Ren tried to look for her, but found nothing."
"A month ago, Uncle Ren said he received a message that stated your sister was in Wuyou Mountain. Wuyou Mountain was the site of the final battle between the Daoists and the Demons. It was a place filled with blood and hatred, and monsters bred there. All living things that entered there would die. When I saw your sister, she was already possessed by the demonic energy."
Tingyan spoke slowly and calmly, explaining the whole process in just a few words.
Lin Zhi had read the jade slips in the library and knew the general structure of the cultivation domain.
In today's cultivation world, there are three types of cultivators: Taoist cultivators, evil cultivators, and demon cultivators. But five hundred years ago or even earlier, demon cultivators were the only group active in the cultivation world.
Demon cultivators are spirits and monsters that have cultivated into mortal bodies, and their numbers are very rare. No matter how evil the evil cultivators are, their true form is still human. Demon cultivators are different, as most of them are transformed by resentment and evil spirits, and their purpose is to plunder life. Humans and demon cultivators hit it off, and thus evil cultivators were born.
When a Taoist practitioner degenerates into an evil practitioner, he becomes possessed by the devil.
Now that the demonic energy has entered the body of the eldest sister, the situation must be not optimistic. No wonder the master has been guarding her for so long. Lin Zhi thought about it, but didn't know how he could help, so he put the matter aside.
"Thank you, uncle, for clearing up my confusion."
Lin Zhi knelt on the warm jade bed and collected her thoughts.
Lin Zhi resigned: "Then Uncle Master, I will leave first."
"No hurry. Your inner palace is empty now. Rest for a while. It won't be too late to leave when you feel better. The jade bed is good for your practice. Lie down now."
Tingyan did not open his eyes and spoke in a gentle tone.
This jade bed is wide enough to accommodate not only two people, but even three people.
Since his uncle had already said so, Lin Zhi certainly wouldn't refuse.
After Ting Yan said "lie down", he didn't even have the chance to meditate. Of course, as a junior of his nephew, he had no choice but to obey and lie down in a place about one person's width away from Ting Yan.
Unlike the crystal clear jade bed, the jade pillow was milky white. When Lin Zhi lay on it, her mind seemed to be clearer. She was covered with a quilt made of heavenly silk, which made her feel that cultivating immortality and enjoying pleasure were not contradictory.
Lin Zhi closed his eyes and relaxed into a state of oblivion of both himself and the world.
Tingyan opened his eyes and saw that the stove outside the screen, which contained tranquilizing incense pills, was burning spontaneously. A faint white smoke lingered in the room, adding a sense of peace to the passage of time.
He suddenly felt an itch in his throat. Tingyan frowned and pressed his throat but ultimately did not cough.
When Lin Zhi woke up, the spiritual energy in his inner palace was fully replenished and he felt refreshed.
Tingyan beside him had also laid down to rest. His gentle and non-aggressive face did not soften even in his sleep, but instead took on a bit of inhuman coldness, like jade.
Lin Zhi stood up and prepared to leave. The black dot representing Yuan Zhi on the map did not move. It seemed that he was still unconscious there. Ting Yan's attack was quite heavy.
"Have you rested?"
The sudden voice made Lin Zhi turn around, and she happened to meet the eyes of Ting Yan who had stood up and was half-sitting.
Lin Zhi nodded and was about to leave when she heard Ting Yan say, "What happened between you and him..."
Lin Zhi didn't expect him to mention it on his own initiative, so he deliberately pretended to be stiff.
Ting Yan paused for a moment and continued, "I won't interfere, but you obviously don't like him, why don't you push him away?"
Tingyan's pupils were pale, and in the soft light of the night pearl, they appeared cold and vast.
Lin Zhi raised his eyebrows in his heart. Look at what he said. Wasn't he the one who most hoped that he would fall in love with Yuan Zhi at the beginning? Why was he now making a negative assumption about him?
Naturally, Lin Zhi would not say he liked it, nor would he say he did not like it.
"In Master's opinion, what does love mean?"
"Does being close to someone mean love, and pushing them away mean rejection? I don't think that's entirely true."
Ting Yan thought according to Lin Zhi's words, and it made sense. However, if we follow this logic, getting close is rejection and pushing away is liking, which is naturally even more untenable.
Ting Yan pointed out: "You are avoiding my question."
"The great path is ahead, love is a minor matter, what do you think, uncle?"
Lin Zhi raised her eyes, her soft and beautiful eyes revealing a harmless smile.
The young man who smiled in front of everyone tore off a corner of the mask in front of Ting Yan, revealing an appearance that was consistent with Ting Yan's impression of him.
What does Tingyan think? If he didn't think so, why would he split his soul to go through the emotional tribulation?
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