Qi Guanrui’s words were impossible for Qiu Tu to believe so easily.
Not only did he not trust him, but his wariness only grew stronger. As soon as he saw this “Gu Shan,” every nerve in his body seemed to bristle instinctively, a deep sense of suppression and even control washing over him.
It was terrifying.
As a martial artist, Chen Yuanhao had never felt this way, but as someone who had already stepped into the realm of magic, Qiu Tu was particularly sensitive to such levels of oppression.
Especially now, with his blood boiling and his body already succumbing to demonic transformation, his perception was even sharper.
Qi Guanrui walked toward him at an unhurried pace, every step light and deliberate.
His voice was soft: “A demonic cultivator… A demonic cultivator who has infiltrated Qingtian Academy… A demonic cultivator who has already tasted human blood… A demonic cultivator who can never quit fresh flesh.”
Step by step, the sound of his footsteps echoed in Qiu Tu’s mind, each one reverberating louder than the last.
The pressure on his psyche increased gradually, and Qiu Tu’s hands twitched—his nails lengthened into sharp talons, his lips darkened to a purplish-black hue, and the veins on his handsome face bulged like writhing worms.
His instincts screamed danger, and his body began transforming further, the signs of his demonic nature surfacing uncontrollably.
Then, Qi Guanrui suddenly stopped walking.
He tilted his head slightly, smiling. “So, you’d rather fight me than accept my help?”
Qiu Tu’s demonic transformation halted in an instant.
Gritting his teeth, he finally asked, “…What can you help me with?”
For thousands of years, no one in Lingwu Continent had ever broken the curse of the demonic path. He didn’t believe that anyone could turn him back into a martial artist, but still… deep inside, he couldn’t help but hope.
Qi Guanrui smiled. “Of course, not by turning you back into a martial artist.”
Qiu Tu had already expected this, but he was still disappointed.
He let out a bitter laugh. “Then what else could you possibly offer me?”
Qi Guanrui’s lips curled. “A place that can accept you.”
Qiu Tu’s eyes sharpened. “You want me to submit to you?”
Qi Guanrui’s expression remained gentle. “Why not? I don’t mind you eating people. I don’t mind that you’re a demon.” He chuckled softly. “To be honest, I don’t see much difference between demons and martial artists at all.”
In the depths of his bloodline, swallowed whole by the inheritance of the Tun Tian Xuan Mang, everything in this world was the same.
All were prey.
A chilling presence seeped from Qi Guanrui’s body—a presence ancient, boundless, and utterly overwhelming.
It was as if an unseen behemoth, something beyond mortal comprehension, loomed behind him, its aura swallowing the land whole.
Qiu Tu’s breath hitched.
This wasn’t just bloodline suppression.
This was something beyond human understanding.
A terror that had long slumbered in the distant past.
For the first time, Qiu Tu bowed.
Low, deep, and reverent.
“…Master.”
The suffocating pressure dissipated instantly.
And before him stood the same gentle, smiling youth from before.
Qi Guanrui extended a hand. “Give me your arm.”
Qiu Tu hesitated only a moment before complying.
A sleek, black serpent slithered out from Qi Guanrui’s sleeve, wrapping itself around Qiu Tu’s wrist.
From this moment on, his life—his everything—was in Qi Guanrui’s grasp.
Satisfied, Qi Guanrui returned swiftly to the academy, slipping back into the dormitory unseen.
The moonlight cast a pale glow over the room, illuminating Gu Bai’s still form on the bed.
Black hair fanned across the pillow.
Pale, smooth skin glowed like carved jade.
Draped in only a thin inner robe, he was an image of ethereal perfection.
Yet unlike his usual distant coldness, there was a certain vulnerability to him in this moment.
Qi Guanrui stilled.
Something inside him burned hotter.
With quiet steps, he approached.
Reaching out, he brushed his fingertips over Gu Bai’s cheek—cool, smooth, and flawless.
His breath hitched.
He leaned closer, his lips ghosting over Gu Bai’s skin, tasting the lingering chill.
At the same time, his hand slipped under the covers, pressing against Gu Bai’s waist.
The warmth beneath his palm sent a shudder through him.
Lower…
His fingers trailed downward, tracing the curve of a firm, taut abdomen.
Lower still.
His breath grew heavier.
His body burned.
He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to stop.
No.
Not yet.
He swallowed hard, shifting his grip. Instead, his hand slid over Gu Bai’s hip, kneading slowly, possessively.
The sensation was intoxicating.
The heat pooling in his core was unbearable.
Finally, he could no longer resist—
He shifted, pressing himself flush against Gu Bai’s body.
A muffled groan slipped past his lips as he rutted against the other’s thigh, seeking friction.
His length ached, desperate for relief.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Slowly, steadily, he rocked against him, dragging out every ounce of pleasure from the friction between them.
The sensation was exquisite—soft, supple flesh trapping him in just the right way.
He gritted his teeth.
More.
A few more strokes.
Then—
Release.
A long, shuddering exhale left him as the tension melted away.
Qi Guanrui remained still for a moment, savoring the warmth before carefully pulling back.
Reaching for a cloth, he meticulously cleaned away any trace of his actions.
Then, he shifted their positions—arms loosely wrapped around Gu Bai, their posture no different from how they slept every other night.
He exhaled softly, satisfied.
With one final glance at the face he coveted, he extracted the last traces of dark mist from Gu Bai’s body.
And finally, he allowed himself to sleep.
Morning came.
Gu Bai woke at his usual time.
As expected, Qi Guanrui’s face was right in front of his own.
His first instinct was to shove him away.
But something was different today.
Something… wasn’t right.
His leg shifted slightly—
And something hard pressed against him.
Gu Bai froze.
A full second passed.
Then, realization slammed into him.
That was…
…Qi Guanrui’s morning reaction.
A choking sound nearly escaped him.
Why.
Why was this happening?!
Of all things—
Suddenly, an old martial arts film quote popped into his mind—
“Don’t be fooled just because I’m over a hundred years old! Every morning, I still wake up standing tall!”
Gu Bai clutched his head.
What the hell am I thinking?!
More importantly—
Thank god I didn’t reach out and touch it!!
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