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Ye Chuanze arrived at the Purple Cloud Palace. Haotian, who was dozing at the entrance, suddenly woke up. He looked around and saw Ye Chuanze, quickly getting up and calling out, "Senior Brother."
"Where is Master?" Ye Chuanze asked straightforwardly.
"The Master is not in the palace today; he is in the bamboo forest on the back mountain. Senior Brother, let me take you there!" Haotian said.
"No need," Ye Chuanze waved his hand to refuse. "I can go by myself."
When Ye Chuanze reached the bamboo forest on the back mountain, Hongjun was standing by a small stream. He slowly bent down, his purple robe trailing on the ground, cupping a pool of Clear Water in his hands. Upon seeing him, Ye Chuanze stopped not far away. Seemingly sensing his arrival, Hongjun suddenly turned around, and upon recognizing him, his lips moved slightly. "What are you standing there for? Come over."
Hearing this, Ye Chuanze smiled lightly and walked towards him. "Master," he called out.
Hongjun responded lightly and then stood up, saying, "Why have you come?"
"Why can't I come? Is it that you don't want to see me?" Ye Chuanze replied.
Hongjun glanced at him and said, "I thought you were too busy to come."
"If I had the heart, how could I be too busy?" Ye Chuanze looked at him with a hint of a smile.
Hongjun paused for a moment, his expression turning cold as he said, "In the past, when I asked you to come to the Purple Cloud Palace, you always hesitated. Was that because you didn't care?"
"Eh?" Ye Chuanze was taken aback by this unexpected remark and widened his eyes in surprise. "Master, you're not being reasonable. Shouldn't you be touched and welcoming at this moment? Why bring up these old matters?"
Hongjun remained expressionless, only looking coldly at him, making it clear that he cared about those past issues.
Ye Chuanze twitched his mouth in resignation; it seemed that Hongjun was more sensitive than he had imagined. Although Ye Chuanze had confessed his feelings to Hongjun, who had accepted them, their interactions still felt distant and cold. Despite their intimate moments together, Hongjun's attitude towards him remained unchanged—still indifferent and aloof. Initially frustrated by this unchanging demeanor, Ye Chuanze eventually found comfort in it. Having grown accustomed to Hongjun's detached celestial demeanor, he feared that any sudden change in attitude would be overwhelming for him.
However, because of this, Ye Chuanze finds it somewhat difficult to grasp Hongjun's true feelings. Does Hongjun really like him? How much does he like him? Ye Chuanze is confident that Hongjun agreed to his confession because he likes him and wants to be with him. Yet, Hongjun's unwavering indifference and seemingly lack of concern for him leave Ye Chuanze feeling disappointed and doubtful. Does Hongjun truly care for him? Don't blame him for overthinking; it's just that Hongjun's attitude invites such thoughts.
Today, Hongjun's words, which sounded somewhat like complaints or dissatisfaction, touched Ye Chuanze's heart. He realized that Hongjun actually cares; he just… might not be good at expressing it? Perhaps… At that moment, Ye Chuanze came to understand that Hongjun seems to be someone who struggles to articulate his feelings and thoughts. He is so accustomed to being in control of everything and dislikes excessive explanations; he only needs to give orders, and a group of people will follow his commands. This has made him poor at expressing himself, leading to his reserved nature, which also affects his approach to relationships.
Having figured this out, Ye Chuanze, who had long been troubled by whether Hongjun truly cared for him, suddenly brightened up with a smile. His mood instantly improved as he smugly lifted the corners of his mouth. He intentionally changed the subject and cheerfully asked, "Master, did you notice anything different about me today?"
Hongjun looked at him thoughtfully and after a long pause replied calmly, "What is different?"
"Guess."
"I don't like guessing."
"Is it that you don't like guessing or that you can't guess?"
"What's the difference?"
"Alright then…" Ye Chuanze said with a hint of helplessness. As expected, Hongjun remained reserved. He continued, "Master, didn't you notice that my cultivation has advanced? I have slain the Evil Corpse."
"Not bad." To this, Hongjun merely moved his lips slightly to utter those two words.
Not receiving the expected reaction made Ye Chuanze feel a bit downcast. Well, it’s true that taking years to slay the Evil Corpse isn’t particularly impressive; in fact, it’s quite embarrassing. But… it’s still something worth celebrating! He had finally managed to slay the Evil Corpse…
Suddenly, a hand touched his head. Ye Chuanze was startled and looked up to see Hongjun gazing intently at him. With one hand gently stroking him and a softer expression on his face, Hongjun said, "Very good, well done. I am pleased."
Hearing this from him turned Ye Chuanze's worry into joy in an instant. Overjoyed, he lunged forward towards Hongjun, wrapping his arms around his waist and pushing forward. However, he forgot that this was neither a soft bed nor a comfortable couch; they were in the mountains by the stream. As a result, when he pushed Hongjun like this, he fell backward into the water, followed by Ye Chuanze landing on top of him.
The stream was not deep; the bottom was covered with smooth pebbles. Hongjun lay on top of them with his silver hair soaked in water, swaying gently like aquatic plants as the stream washed over him. His purple robe gradually soaked through and clung tightly to his body. Ye Chuanze pressed down on him, staring blankly at his face while still holding tightly onto his waist.
This sudden turn of events left Ye Chuanze momentarily stunned. How did he end up pushing Hongjun into the water? With Hongjun's abilities, if he didn't want to be pushed down, who could do it? Looking at Hongjun's calm and unperturbed face, Ye Chuanze seemed to understand something: what an insincere man he was. So he chuckled and said, "Master, you really are not straightforward."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, Hongjun's face darkened, and then the world started to spin. Ye Chuanze felt that he was turned over, and then he was pushed to the bottom of the water. This time, Ye Chuanze was overpowered, and Hongjun tightly held his waist with both hands, imprisoning him between his arms. He lowered his head and looked at Ye Chuanze, his long wet silver hair was still dripping with water, and drops of cold stream water hit Ye Chuanze's face. The positions of the two people suddenly changed, Ye Chuanze is at the bottom and Hongjun is at the top. This posture is extremely ambiguous, Hongjun's hands imprisoned his body, making him unable to move or escape. This gave Ye Chuanze the illusion that he was a fish in the stream, caught in the palm of Hongjun, just waiting to be torn apart and eaten. Hongjun lowered his head, the tip of his nose was touching the tip of Ye Chuanze's nose, his breath was all over Ye Chuanze's face, the two people's breaths were intertwined with each other, clearly and perceptibly. The atmosphere suddenly heated up. This gesture was too dangerous, and the gun would accidentally go off. This was a prelude to what was about to happen. The tip of Ye Chuanze's nose is filled with the breath of Hongjun, and the warm breath sprays on the tip of his nose. It seems that as soon as he inhales, the breath belonging to Hongjun will invade his body and occupy his whole body. This realization made Ye Chuanze suddenly feel ashamed. He has always been shameless, even to Hongjun. He was always the one who took the initiative to tease Hongjun, but today... everything seems to have changed. It's the other way around. I have never seen such a Hongjun, the emotional Hongjun is like an ordinary immortal at this moment, with love and desire, flesh and blood, a living person, not the aloof and forgetful person. The DaoAncestor. This realization made Ye Chuanze's heart suddenly throb, and an indescribable blood-spraying throbbing spread from the bottom of his heart throughout his body, which made him extremely excited. Ye Chuanze remembered the last time, in the pool in Hongjun's palace, he and Hongjun had been honest with each other, had close contact, intertwined and kissed, their breaths merged into one, and they were so lingering. Ye Chuanze's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his whole body was filled with heat and desire. Ye Chuanze turned his head to avoid Hongjun's hot breath that invaded all his senses. He was worried in his heart, what should he do? I really want to go to Hongjun and finish what I didn’t finish last time, but... I feel a little scared. Hongjun has the highest status in his heart, and the deepest impression he left on Ye Chuanze is always the one and only Dao Ancestor Hongjun at Purple Cloud Palace that day. He was still unable to take that last step and invade the people he loved and respected, unable to drag the aloof, cold and noble Dao Ancestor into the world of mortals. Ye Chuanze just tilted his head, not daring to look at Hongjun. The throbbing and emotion in his heart made his fair and jade face stained with a rouge-like blush. Suddenly, a kiss fell on his cheek. Before Ye Chuanze could be stunned, a series of kisses fell on his cheek and neck. He heard that the usually cold voice became a little hoarse at this moment. Unable to conceal the lust, "You are right, everything is about the heart! A teacher should be more frank." Then Hongjun pinched his chin and turned his head to the side, This allowed him to see Hongjun's deep black eyes that became hot due to emotion. Hongjun's face was expressionless at the moment, but Ye Chuanze could see a look of intolerance in it. Hongjun's lips were very thin, and he moved them slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse but looked extremely sexy and seductive, saying: "Master, we will not stop this time and continue what we left unfinished last time. "As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chuanze's lips were blocked by him. The hot kiss made him breathless. He raised his head and gasped for air. Hongjun buried his head in his neck, kissing carefully and sucking vigorously. At some point, his clothes were stripped off by Hongjun, and the mountain wind blew on his outer skin, bringing a bit of coolness. I don’t know if it was because the pleasure brought by Hongjun was too strong, or because This sudden chill caused goosebumps to appear on Ye Chuanze's arms. His toes curled up and he bit his lip with his thin white teeth, resisting the urge to scream. Ye Chuanze can never refuse Hongjun, unable to bring all the happiness and pain that Hongjun brings to him. He is lying in the stream, because there is someone pressing on him, and no matter how round the soft pebbles lying under him are, they still look... Guys. After a long time, at some point, he found that his legs were placed on Hongjun's shoulders. He opened his eyes and saw Hongjun looking like him, naked | with a red complexion and corners of his eyes. His forehead was covered in sweat. His eyes fell on Hongjun's strong and sweaty chest, and his throat felt dry. He felt that this Hongjun was incomparably sexy. No one could refuse Hongjun at this moment. Looking down, I happened to see the ferocious and huge thing. Ye Chuanze's eyelids jumped, and then he closed his eyes. There was a low chuckle in his ears, and he heard the man who was rubbing his buttocks with his fingers laughing and saying, "What? Are you scared?" Ye Chuanze Closed his eyes and said nothing, ignoring the man. of teasing. "Don't be afraid, my teacher won't hurt you." As soon as he finished speaking, he only felt a finger invading his buttocks. The feeling of being invaded by a foreign object was not pleasant. Ye Chuanze looked slightly pained. Frowning, Hongjun leaned over and kissed the corners of his eyes that were crying because of the pain, and softly comforted him: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine in a while. I believe that as a teacher, Master will not make you feel uncomfortable."
Following his words, the second and third fingers entered his buttocks. More and more fingers invaded his hole, which only made him feel more and more uncomfortable. He frowned and couldn't help but cursed: "You can't keep your word!" "Hoho..." In exchange, It was Hongjun's burst of joyful laughter, "You will know in a moment whether Master has broken his promise." The finger withdrew, and something bigger and hotter entered. "Ah! Hongjun, get out!" Ye Chuanze suddenly shrank and cursed, "I quit!" "It's not up to you!" Hongjun retorted in a cold tone. If so, she clasped his waist tightly with both hands and drew close to him vigorously. Along with waves of relentless attacks, a feeling of extreme happiness invaded Ye Chuanze's senses. He bit his lip, but still some small moans came out from between his teeth. The stream below him swayed with Hongjun's movements, and Ye Chuanze felt like a dying fish, clinging to Hongjun's life-saving straw. The originally cool stream water seemed to have become scalding hot, and he was a fish being cooked in scalding boiling water. It was really... not a fucking human thing to do. Ye Chuanze's legs tightly clamped Hongjun's head, and his toes curled up weakly. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to curse. It wasn't until dark that he finished. Hongjun let him go, carefully held him in his arms, cleaned his body, put on clothes, and covered up the bruises all over his body. Ye Chuanze leaned against him lazily and was weak, watching him put on his clothes again, and returned to the cold and indifferent Dao Ancestor. I couldn't help but sneer in my heart. What a shame. He was just a wild beast. He had no control and was wild and overbearing. The flowing stream took away all the evidence they had left after they had done bad things. Hongjun and Ye Chuanze were neatly dressed and leaning against the stream. Everything was the same as it was at the beginning, as if nothing had happened. Hongjun half hugged Ye Chuanze and took care of his messy hair, acting gently like he was treating his most beloved lover. Ye Chuanze She closed her eyes and leaned in his arms, letting him move him as he pleased. After what happened just now, he knew that on the bed or in matters of love, Hongjun was overbearing and stubborn and did not allow anyone to resist. Ye Chuanze couldn't help but laugh at myself, I was really deceived by him. Hongjun treats Ye Chuanze so gently and kindly that Ye Chuanze has forgotten that the essence of Hongjun is not kindness. The gods and demons in the ancient Hongmeng chaos period can escape the obliteration of heaven and live to the present. Standing in such a high position, how can he really be that pure and kind person. How stupid! Automatically delivered to the door, skinned, eaten and wiped clean. Hongjun tied up his hair and kissed his hair with a very tender and loving expression, "Master, I really like you and am very satisfied with you." Ye Chuanze rolled his eyes and didn't want to pay attention. He, Hongjun’s love is different from ordinary people, and he doesn’t want to guess what kind of love he has, or how much he loves it. Sure enough, that's what the saying is, old people who don't die are evildoers, their minds and thoughts are extremely evil and cannot be understood by ordinary people. He, who was so worried about gains and losses before, really thought too much. Hongjun stood up and hugged him, walking towards the palace at the foot of the mountain. Ye Chuanze closed his eyes and leaned in his arms, remembering the purpose of his coming to Purple Cloud Palace this time, he asked: "Master, what does your Evil Corpse look like?"
"You just saw it, didn't you?" Hongjun said calmly.
Ye Chuanze was taken aback by the words, then suddenly understood.
Anyone who has reached Quasi-Saint level must sever the Three Corpses to advance further. The Three Corpses represent good, evil, and obsession. Once the Three Corpses are unified, the external manifestations and the true self become one, truly achieving transcendence.
Hongjun's Three Corpses had long since merged with his true self; good, evil, and obsession were part of him. Desire is a form of evil.
He really was... asking for trouble! Realizing this, Ye Chuanze felt a mix of amusement and despair. He felt a sudden pain in his lower back and quickly adjusted his position to make himself more comfortable. Thinking about what had happened by the stream earlier, Ye Chuanze found it amusing that his first time with Hongjun had been in the wild—quite a heavy experience.
Noticing his movement, Hongjun glanced down at him, his expression still indifferent and cold. He said lightly, "I was a bit harsh earlier; bear with it."
"...Master, please don't say that." Ye Chuanze couldn't stand Hongjun's ascetic demeanor while speaking such lewd words. He knew Hongjun was usually reserved, keeping his likes and dislikes hidden. What he didn't realize was that once Hongjun let go of that restraint, he could be utterly unrestrained and wild, like a beast released from captivity. Ye Chuanze resolved not to visit Purple Cloud Palace for a while.
Leaning against Hongjun's embrace, Ye Chuanze recalled that day in the Heavenly Palace of Thirty-Three Heavens during the grand wedding banquet of Di Jun and Xi He, where many celestial beings came to celebrate. It was from that moment that fate began to intertwine yin and yang in the world; many loving immortals became partners and held wedding ceremonies with proper rites. Ye Chuanze's eyes dimmed slightly; if possible, he would also like to give Hongjun a grand wedding banquet to publicly declare their relationship. However... things do not go as one wishes; there were too many entanglements between him and Hongjun. Their identities meant that this relationship would require many sacrifices.
"What are you thinking about?" came Hongjun's calm voice from above.
"Nothing much," Ye Chuanze replied lightly, appearing unwilling to discuss further.
Hongjun looked down at him thoughtfully.
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