Under such smooth persuasion, the naive Young Master Chu found himself half-believing. Given that the man before him truly didn’t resemble the rumors, he began to waver regarding the stories he had heard in the martial world.
Then, he suddenly snapped back to his senses. His current purpose was to spy on and get close to the Master of the Demonic Cult—why get caught up in this? Whether the rumors were true or false didn’t change his original intention: stealing intelligence for the sake of the person he loved.
Chu Ling steadied his mind. He felt a pang of guilt, but… he could only say “sorry” to Ghost Big Brother.
“So that’s how it is.”
The youth nodded innocently, then asked curiously, “Does your Cult Leader usually stay within the sect? I haven’t seen him at all during the few days I’ve been here.”
For some reason, hearing him mention “another man” seemed to put Ghost Big Brother in an even better mood. His brow smoothed, and a subtle joy radiated from him that he couldn’t hide.
“What is it? Does Ling-er actually want to meet the Cult Leader?”
The youth’s eyes brightened slightly. “Is that allowed?”
“Of course. But since I’d be doing Ling-er such a big favor, I wonder how Ling-er intends to repay me?”
Ghost Big Brother was as improper as ever.
The youth bit his lower lip, a trace of conflict flashing in his eyes—hesitation, followed by resolve. Finally, he closed his eyes, stood up abruptly, and pressed his pink lips, soft as cherry blossoms, against the man’s cheek.
The touch lasted only a second.
The youth’s face turned scarlet. It was a rare occasion for him to take the initiative to kiss the man, and his words stumbled: “T-That should be enough, right…”
In the depths of his eyes, unseen by anyone, a strange flicker of gloom appeared.
In the next instant, his waist was suddenly constricted. A hard wall of muscle pressed against his front, and fingers pinched his chin, half-forcing him to lift his head. His vision darkened as a handsome face loomed over him, and a cool temperature met his lips…
Rubbing, biting, licking, tracing every detail. Then, while the youth was too stunned to react, the man easily pried open his tightly closed shell, delving deep inside to plunder more.
“Mmph… Ghost Big… Brother…”
Just as the youth regained his senses and was about to struggle, the man withdrew unhurriedly. He licked the ambiguous glisten from the corner of his mouth, his narrow eyes narrowing playfully with a sense of lingering aftertaste.
The youth’s face flushed a deep red. He glared at the man in a mix of anger and helplessness, as if attempting to kill this “give him an inch and he takes a mile” man with his gaze alone.
But the man stared down at the lips he had just kissed—vividly red and plump like drops of blood—his heart filled with unprecedented joy and satisfaction.
“Hahaha…”
He laughed out loud, pulling the bashful youth close. His eyes were teasing and full of mischief. “Ling-er, this is a real repayment. Do you understand now…?”
…
A Change in the Script
[Host, things have gone south!]
Early that morning, the System hurriedly contacted Chu Ling.
[What happened?]
Chu Ling stretched. Served by Zijin and Zipei, he dressed and washed, his long black hair falling like silk.
[A rumor has broken out in the Martial Arts Alliance. They say the Demonic Cult is preparing to unify the world. The Righteous Path is on high alert!]
[Isn’t that normal?]
[Normal my foot! Host, do you know what the source of this rumor is?]
The System actually let out a curse; it seemed things were indeed serious.
Chu Ling grew curious: [What is it?]
The System’s tone sounded quite grim: [It’s you.]
Chu Ling: [Huh?]
System: [The Lead Gong (Jun Yichen) is using the excuse of ‘preventing a disaster’ to summon heroes from all over to attack the Demonic Cult. In reality… it’s to rescue you.]
Chu Ling understood every word, but putting them together made no sense.
He was dazed: [Shouldn’t he be flirting with the transmigrated Lead Shou (Jun Qing)? Why is he coming to save me?]
The System forced itself to stay calm: [Because he found out about your special constitution. He thinks you’re suffering inhuman torture in the Demonic Cult…]
Chu Ling also calmed down: [I see. That makes things easy. Since neither the villain nor I have broken character yet, I’ll just send a letter back saying I’m safe. I’ll mention that everything is fine in the Demonic Cult, I’m just here for fun, and I’ll be back in a while. The problem will be solved.]
System: [Wise as always.]
As for why he hadn’t sent a letter earlier: first, the original owner had run away from home and left a note saying he wanted to roam the world; second, given Young Master Chu’s personality, once he successfully infiltrated the Cult, he was even more afraid to send a letter for fear of worrying his father and brother, or exposing his mission. Under all that stress, his only thought was to steal the intel as fast as possible.
Now, seeing the plot about to veer off track, Chu Ling decided to step in to soothe the situation.
Of course, this letter would require effort. He had to make them believe his words were genuine and not a fake front forced by the Demonic Cult or a lie fabricated by them.
This was a delicate task.
“Zijin, grind some ink for me.”
In the quiet study, warm golden light slanted through the wooden lattice window, falling on the desk, the brush holder, and the ancient brown covers of several books.
The slender figure standing behind the desk was also bathed in light. His dark hair draped down; his skin was as white as snow, and his long, crow-feather lashes fluttered in the dusty air. The light blurred his features into a vision of perfect beauty that would make anyone’s heart skip a beat.
[Sys, have you loaded the original owner’s calligraphy and handwriting? I don’t want my writing to look like chicken scratch.]
[Don’t worry, Host. Everything is ready.]
He had to follow the persona. Acting was one thing, but for technical skills like this, he needed the “cheat code.”
[By the way, Sys, I’ve always had a question.]
[Go ahead.]
[Since I’ve replaced the original owner, where is… the original owner?]
[Sleeping in the System Space. When the mission is complete, the Host can choose to release him. We can give him a certain amount of compensation or a new destiny.]
[Oh?]
[Specifically, I’ll show him the original plot and let him choose. He can go back to being Young Master Chu—by then, the plot will be over, and we will have essentially helped him bypass his death flag. I’ll erase his memories of our mission period and re-integrate him into the world. Or, he can take his memories to another stable novel world to experience a different life, without a system, of course.]
Chu Ling was surprised: [So, basically transmigration?]
System: [Yes.]
Chu Ling: [Your after-sales service is quite considerate and generous.]
System: [Thank you for the compliment.]
The letter was finished—more than a dozen pages long. It was filled with Young Master Chu’s innocent and quirky tone, proving his feelings weren’t faked. He even attached a personal token for good measure.
However, he still needed to mention this to “Ghost Big Brother.” He believed the man wouldn’t refuse; it was a win-win situation.