Accidentally Bound as Dao Companions with My Disciple

Yi Ling died a ridiculous death. At that time, his cultivation had dropped drastically. Completely defenseless, he had his core gouged out and his bones crushed by the senior disciple he had raised with his own hands. Reborn into a new life, Yi Ling looked at his young disciple, Cang Yu, who had been freezing in the snow for a long time, and his fingertips trembled. In his past life, he had expelled this child from the sect, allowing him to have his Dao bone gouged out and fall into the demonic path. It was not until his soul was on the verge of scattering that he realized all those sins were framed by that senior disciple. Yi Ling raised his fingertip and tapped it against the center of Cang Yu’s forehead. “From now on, you are my disciple.” However, Yi Ling failed to notice that he drew an extra stroke in the bonding formation. It was not until months later, when his chest burned with heat, that he was shocked to realize that the disciple bond had unexpectedly turned into a Dao companion bond. Furthermore, he could even sense Cang Yu’s emotions. When Yi Ling feigned an intent to accept the senior disciple from his past life, suddenly, his heart was filled with an overwhelming sense of grievance. Yi Ling looked up in astonishment and met Cang Yu’s eyes. The youth still had unhealed bruises on his neck. At this moment, he bit his lips until all color drained from them, the corner of his eye marked with a streak of red so vivid it looked as if cinnabar were about to drip from it. How could he ever accept anyone else as a disciple again? It was just that, for some unknown reason, the atmosphere between the two grew less and less like that of a master and disciple. Until that lecture at Shangqing Academy, when some disciples started clamoring for him to demonstrate the method of joint cultivation. “Very well.” Yi Ling agreed under Cang Yu’s trembling gaze. His original intention was simply to use this to investigate the reason behind his stagnated cultivation. The moment his palm pressed against Cang Yu’s dantian, the meridians that were supposed to circulate spiritual power suddenly entwined into threads of passion. Yi Ling realized with a shock that his fingertips were uncontrollably unfastening his disciple’s waist sash. “How could this be? The condition for joint cultivation to turn into dual cultivation is…” Yi Ling forced himself to maintain a clear mind, only to see Cang Yu leaning down, his Adam’s apple bobbing. A raspy call of “Master” exploded within his sea of consciousness. The intense, overwhelming affection transmitted from his heart felt as if it were about to drown him. This single call of “Master” was like cold water poured over his head. Yi Ling snapped his eyes open, forcibly enduring the pain to regain consciousness. On the day Yi Ling was gravely injured, Cang Yu carried him back to the Cold Pond to heal his injuries. With a frosty expression, the youth transferred spiritual qi to him, yet from deep within Cang Yu’s sea of consciousness rushed a wave of overwhelming grief, shaking Yi Ling’s heart meridians with severe pain. Feeling the dampness beneath the youth’s eyes, Yi Ling sighed and caressed the youth’s trembling back. “Don’t cry.” The youth suddenly grabbed his wrist with so much force that his knuckles turned white, his lips and tongue invading aggressively with a heavy metallic taste of blood. The wild thoughts surging in Cang Yu’s sea of consciousness materialized into physical form, trapping Yi Ling within a scorching restraint. “Is Master going to abandon me again?” “I won’t allow it…” One night, Yi Ling was awakened by a wave of scorching heat, a begonia-red flush seeping through his frost-colored inner robes. Within his spiritual consciousness surged Cang Yu’s wild thoughts: Yi Ling saw himself with his long hair unfurled, pressed against a folding screen, the base of his spine resting against Cang Yu’s scalding palm. “Xuan Yuan, what are you thinking about?” Teleporting to the Cold Pond, Yi Ling frowned and tapped his fingertip against the red-rimmed corner of the youth’s eyes. Cang Yu grabbed his ankle and looked up at him. “The one at fault is clearly Master. The incantation you recited when we formed the bond back then was not the Disciple Bond at all.” “The Dao Companion Bond cannot be undone.” “Why not just make the best of this mistake? How much cultivation does Master think… dual cultivation can increase?” *** One-Sentence Summary: Deeply head over heels in love. Core Theme: Cherish the person in front of you. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Accidentally Bound as Dao Companions with My Disciple — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠