Shen Xiuyun listened with a considerable headache. “You… never mind. If you truly like men, I won’t force you to change. Just never go so far as to deceive your Master and destroy your sect.”
Zhu Xingyao’s gaze was sincere as he nodded, appearing to have understood without really understanding.
What a coincidence… his favorite thing to do just happened to be bullying those above him and deceiving his Master and destroying his sect.
He only liked bullying Master. No one else would do.
He wanted to hear Master, helpless against his own feelings, say that he liked him, wanted him, couldn’t leave him, couldn’t live without him.
He craved it madly.
Master, you’d better come to your senses quickly.
Your disciple is truly afraid he won’t be able to hold back.
After half a month of nonstop theory lessons, Shen Xiuyun felt his throat could barely take it. And sometimes, after dozing off at his desk and waking up, his lips would always be inexplicably dry and sore.
After some thought, he decided it would be better to alternate swordsmanship lessons with theory lessons.
That day, he was just about to teach Zhu Xingyao sword practice when Yun Siqing sent over a call via the Shadow Projection Technique… essentially a video call… catching Shen Xiuyun completely off guard and disrupting his plans.
The Shadow Projection Technique was an upgraded version of the Voice Transmission Technique, much like a video call.
In midair, Yun Siqing’s phantom stood tall and graceful, his expression cold and stern.
“What business does senior brother have?”
Yun Siqing looked at Shen Xiuyun in puzzlement. “Did you not send a voice transmission last month saying that when I had time, you had something to discuss with me?”
Shen Xiuyun froze for a moment. That belonged to his previous life… far too long ago… and for a moment he genuinely couldn’t recall why he had sought out Yun Siqing.
“I forgot.”
“Are you free right now? What are you doing?”
“Teaching my disciple sword practice.”
Yun Siqing frowned. “He’s been in the sect for four years and is already a grown man. Has he still not learned to study the sword manual on his own? You’re far too lenient with him. Let him read the manual himself. Come to Wuwei Peak.”
Shen Xiuyun said helplessly, “Very well. Senior brother, wait a moment.”
After closing the projection, Shen Xiuyun turned around to find his troublesome disciple staring at him with visible reluctance.
“Master, weren’t you going to teach your disciple sword practice today?”
Zhu Xingyao didn’t want Shen Xiuyun to be taken away by anyone else… even if that person was Master’s senior brother, it still wasn’t allowed.
In his previous life, he had already felt that Yun Siqing was a little too good to his Master.
And when he later discovered that Yun Siqing’s inner demon tribulation had been triggered by Shen Xiuyun, he grew even more jealous.
Who knew what unseemly thoughts Yun Siqing harbored in his heart?
Shen Xiuyun was caught off guard for a beat before he soothed him: “I’ll teach you later. Your master will be back in a moment.”
Zhu Xingyao was furious inside, yet he still arranged a perfect smile. “Alright, then your disciple will wait for Master to return.”
Shen Xiuyun patted Zhu Xingyao’s fluffy head, thinking to himself: This one is more sensible than in his previous life… he knows to be considerate and to accommodate his Master. Progress.
However, what he never expected was that Yun Siqing… a man who didn’t seem to have many words… could keep him talking for an entire day. To the point that, after coming back from his reincarnation, he received a System notification for the first time: male lead turn villain value +2.
On the way, Shen Xiuyun thought back for a while and finally remembered why he had sought out Yun Siqing in his previous life.
Though Yun Siqing was the sect master and busy with sect affairs day after day, he had taken on five disciples and had taught each one of them well… polite, obedient, and measured in their dealings. Every one of them was a model disciple of the Xuantian Sect.
So he had wanted to learn from Yun Siqing’s experience, to teach the rebellious, disobedient Zhu Xingyao to be a bit more compliant, inching him toward the standard of “other people’s disciples.”
“It’s been a while since I last saw senior brother.”
Yun Siqing poured Shen Xiuyun a cup of freshly brewed clear tea. Recalling the scene he had seen earlier through the projection, his brow furrowed involuntarily.
With Zhu Xingyao being this clingy, when would he ever be able to stand on his own?
Was he really going to have his junior brother support him for a lifetime? His junior brother would eventually achieve ascension.
“Junior brother, are you not being a little too indulgent with that disciple of yours?”