Chapter 9: This Is Terrible. Shizun Is So Big.

The Renxu secret realm was indeed so obscene and chaotic that there was nowhere to set foot.

Meng Baixu suspected this place was a brothel. Men and women were shamelessly entangled everywhere. He flew around above it once, and no matter which secret realm character he replaced, none of them were suitable, because they were either already coupling or on their way to coupling.

He had only circled a little longer before the secret realm’s obsession discovered that he was not acting according to the secret realm’s logic and was breaking the rules. The remnant soul of the great power began attacking him.

Meng Baixu dodged once. Lowering his head, he saw a gilded sedan chair carrying a great beauty in red into a luxurious courtyard. This one at least looked like it would not get into bed that quickly. He hurriedly kicked the great beauty away, transformed himself into red robes, and sat inside.

He was carried all the way into a bridal chamber full of red silk. Meng Baixu looked left and right, belatedly realizing that this was an illusion of a wedding night.

A buzzing sounded by his ear, reminding him that another person had entered the secret realm.

Shizun came so quickly!

Meng Baixu had no time to think too much. He took the remaining half pill from his waist pouch, picked up the wedding wine nearby, crushed the pill, and added it in.

Bang—

Meng Baixu had never known Wen Tingshu had such a tyrannical side. He did not even use the proper doorway. He directly slashed down from the air with one sword, splitting the entire courtyard in two. With the area one chi in front of the bridal bed as the boundary, the scene before Meng Baixu instantly turned into an open-air ruin.

Wen Tingshu stepped through the wreckage. Seeing him sitting there safe and sound, his expression returned to gentleness.

“Let’s go.”

Meng Baixu raised his head and drank all the wine, then pursed his lips. “All right. The wine in this secret realm is actually pretty good.”

Wen Tingshu wanted to teach his disciple not to eat and drink things recklessly, but he feared that he was being too nagging. Better to leave first and talk later.

He grabbed Meng Baixu’s wrist, then suddenly noticed his disciple’s hesitant steps.

“What is it?”

Meng Baixu used inner force to force a flush across his face.

“Shizun, there seems to be medicine in the wine. This damned place—everything edible has a problem.”

As he spoke, he broke free from Wen Tingshu’s hand, turned, returned to the bed, pulled the quilt over himself, and said with a red face, “Shizun, you go first. I’ll investigate a little more.”

The rules of the secret realm would not stop simply because the courtyard had become ruins and the groom had been buried underneath. Once the bridal chamber time arrived, the missing characters would naturally be filled in.

With a dark expression, Wen Tingshu pulled back the quilt.

“Get up.”

As for the trick of lazing in bed, Meng Baixu was far too skilled. He immediately snatched the quilt back from Shizun, clamped all of it between his legs, and pressed it beneath his body.

“I’ll stay for a while. It’s embarrassing to go out like this.”

Wen Tingshu said, “It isn’t embarrassing. Lanshe, we cannot stay here too long.”

Meng Baixu stiffened his neck. “I’m not leaving. Let’s look around more. Maybe by accident, we’ll happen to find a way to break the secret realm.”

Wen Tingshu said, “You don’t need to worry about that.”

Meng Baixu lay on the bed and peeked at Shizun with half an eye.

Those who entered a secret realm, unless they themselves wanted to leave, would lose their souls if forcibly taken away.

Wen Tingshu tightened his grip on his sword. The master of this secret realm had very high cultivation. If he wanted to destroy the secret realm and take Meng Baixu away, Meng Baixu would likely be attacked indiscriminately.

What made secret realms terrifying was also that cultivators could fall under bewitching arts, gradually becoming assimilated until they could no longer produce the thought of leaving.

“Congratulations, congratulations! Today is Young Master Wang’s joyous day…”

The sounds of strings and flutes rose again. The front courtyard, which had become ruins, returned to normal. Clearly, the groom was about to enter.

A hint of anticipation appeared in Meng Baixu’s eyes, his black pupils bright as stars.

The more Wen Tingshu looked, the more vexed he became. He threw a sword strike backward. The sounds outside stopped abruptly. In the next moment, white robes were dyed red, replacing the groom.

Lanshe’s magic power was fundamentally not enough to contend with the secret realm. If the groom came in, he had no idea how severe the consequences would be!

“Shizun, I’m so hot.”

Meng Baixu crawled forward a little and rubbed his flushed cheek against the cool bamboo pillow. Perhaps because of the wine, or the stimulation from spiritual power, or the interference from the secret realm, the medicine he had taken had truly begun to take effect.

Shizun had eaten it even earlier than him. Why was he fine?

Meng Baixu grew somewhat suspicious. Could it be that after he left, Wen Tingshu had poured away all the tofu pudding? Had he vomited up what he ate too?

He would never make food for Shizun again.

The more Meng Baixu thought about it, the angrier he became. He rolled off the bed and stared at Wen Tingshu’s lower half.

“Did you not eat my tofu pudding? I put virility medicine in it.”

“My hand shook in the morning, and I added too much. I was even afraid it would cause problems for Shizun.”

“Was it completely useless?”

Meng Baixu puffed up his cheeks and complained, half genuine and half false. His red robes made his flushed cheeks look even more vivid and alluring, many times more effective than the medicine he had added.

“Come with me, Lanshe. Are you no longer listening to Shifu?”

Wen Tingshu turned his head aside and stood there with restraint. He had already noticed something was wrong.

Meng Baixu pressed close to him. Suddenly, his eyes widened.

Shizun was far too capable.

“Shizun, what’s going on with you? Can I look?”

Wen Tingshu circulated spiritual power, wanting to suppress it quickly. However, the moment he used power beyond the limit, the secret realm judged him as an outsider and automatically launched resistance. Invisible pressure surged from all sides, and Meng Baixu cried out in pain in his arms.

Wen Tingshu instinctively wrapped an arm around his shoulders and comforted him gently.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

To put it plainly, he had countless ways to take Meng Baixu away, but he could not guarantee that Meng Baixu would not be hurt.

“Shizun, if you won’t leave, let someone else come in.”

Meng Baixu complained softly, “I’m already twenty. Anyway, the people here are all illusions. It’s just like dreaming. If I can’t find someone I like, am I supposed to abstain for the rest of my life?”

Wen Tingshu’s body stiffened.

In his heart, Meng Baixu quickly counted down three seconds.

Kissing was something one got familiar with after doing it once. He just needed to quickly move his mouth over.

Meng Baixu felt Wen Tingshu push him away, but the strength was not great, because Meng Baixu had used a trick. If Wen Tingshu forcefully pushed him away, his disciple would be injured.

The older one looked before and after. The younger one had no scruples.

There was only the smugness of having kissed Wen Tingshu in Meng Baixu’s mind, without the slightest shame.

A warm, gorgeous face drew close to a cold, handsome one. The latter withdrew slightly, his lowered lashes helplessly closing tight.

Wen Tingshu asked, “Did you understand the books?”

“I understood, I understood.” Meng Baixu was completely certain.

Wen Tingshu pushed his head away and took a deep breath.

“…What does this look like?”

“Go back and reread them.”

“What?”

Meng Baixu lifted his head indignantly. No matter what kind of book it was, he was the one with the strongest comprehension in the Hengxue Sect. How could he possibly not understand something that simple?

“You’re saying I failed? If you don’t know how to test me, then change examiners.”

Meng Baixu’s reverse scale had been slightly touched. He pushed Shifu away and pointed outside the door.

“Let that experienced person outside come test me. You watch.”

The scenes of the secret realm cycled repeatedly. How long each cycle lasted depended entirely on the master’s ability, but no matter how strong the ability was, it could not exceed three years.

A thousand years had passed. Who knew how many times the bridal chamber in this scene had occurred? It was much stronger than Wen Tingshu.

The words “you watch” instantly shattered Wen Tingshu’s self-control and calm.

Meng Baixu was very annoyed. What was Wen Tingshu still being stubborn about? Clearly, below, everything was already ready to go.

“Shizun, I don’t have time to waste with you.”

Meng Baixu reached into his qiankun pouch, searching for the immortal-binding rope. If Wen Tingshu would not cooperate, then he would be tied up and made to cooperate. At worst, Meng Baixu would run away after leaving the secret realm.

“The books all said that doing that kind of thing feels very good.”

Meng Baixu grasped one end of the immortal-binding rope and secretly pulled it out, while using words to comfort and confuse Wen Tingshu.

But Wen Tingshu understood it as Meng Baixu being disappointed in Shifu and determined to find someone else.

The veins on his forehead bulged several times.

If Lanshe insisted…

Then since that was the case…

“Mm—”

The fingers Meng Baixu had just used to grab the immortal-binding rope suddenly lost strength. The silver chains clattered to the ground.

His beautiful eyes abruptly widened. In his clear black pupils, Wen Tingshu’s action just now was reflected distinctly.

Shizun had taken the initiative to kiss him.

In an instant, a numbing heat rushed up from his tailbone, and his hands and feet immediately softened. Meng Baixu was like a cat whose scruff had been grabbed. He only looked as if he were bluffing, pressing down on Shizun. His little claws hooked into the fabric, but in truth, whether he advanced or retreated was entirely controlled by the person holding him.

When he initiated the kiss, he felt no shame at all.

But when Wen Tingshu took the initiative, it was like heavenly thunder hooking earthly fire, blasting Meng Baixu’s mind blank and making his waist go weak.

Kissing and being kissed were two different things?

The book had actually not mentioned such an important difference. It was all Wen Tingshu’s fault for making him self-study.

Meng Baixu pressed his advantage, dragging Wen Tingshu down onto the bed. The jade flute at Shizun’s waist pressed against his ribs, but Meng Baixu paid it no mind.

It was Wen Tingshu himself who untied it and placed it at the head of the bed. The moment before entering the secret realm, he had still been making a flute for his disciple.

As Wen Tingshu stared at the flute in a daze, Meng Baixu quickly straddled Shizun’s waist, his forehead covered in sweat, making him look even more like a lotus emerging from water.

Then what?

It would not go in.

Meng Baixu glared at Shizun, revealing a panic that was more bluster than courage.

This was terrible. Shizun was so big.

In the next instant, their positions reversed. Wen Tingshu firmly pressed Meng Baixu beneath him.

“Since you are curious, then Shifu will teach you this one time.”

Meng Baixu said, “All ri—ah!”

Pain like a sharp blade splitting flesh traveled upward. In an instant, two streams of tears spilled from Meng Baixu’s eyes.

“It hurts.”

Wen Tingshu reached out and wiped away his tears, his movements extremely gentle, while the darkness in his eyes was unclear.

“Does it feel good?”

Meng Baixu was stubborn. “It feels good, wu… but that’s not how the book wrote it.”

Wen Tingshu said, “It is better to have no books than to believe everything in them.”

Meng Baixu had not suffered even a bit during these three months. How could he endure this now?

“Impossible! Shizun must be doing something wrong. Get up first. I’ll look at the book again.”

What answered him was being embedded deeper and deeper.

He understood. Shizun was punishing him.

Mm—

Meng Baixu was suddenly pushed against somewhere, and his whole body trembled.

Meng Baixu hurriedly wanted to form a pain-relief spell, but he discovered that his spiritual power had been restricted by Shifu. Wen Tingshu insisted on letting him hurt.

He was so angry that he curled into Shizun’s arms and cried. Too bad. How could Shizun be like this…

As he cried, he did not notice when it stopped hurting. He still kept holding Wen Tingshu and sobbing quietly.

“It still hurts?” Wen Tingshu frowned.

He had only wanted to teach Lanshe a lesson. Not all boundaries could be easily crossed. If one did something, one had to pay the price.

But he had not planned to let Meng Baixu hurt for long. He had secretly cast a spell to stop the pain, so why was Lanshe still crying?

In the end, he was the one who lost. He lifted Meng Baixu’s face and lowered his eyes, kissing his forehead.

“I’m sorry.”

Meng Baixu hugged Shizun tightly.

Too shameful!

The mighty leader of the demonic sect could actually only cry.

Wen Tingshu stared at Meng Baixu’s tear-streaked face and suddenly seemed to understand something. With one thrust, another large burst of tears welled up beneath those wet lashes, as if his tears would never run dry.

The lesson had been given. He had originally wanted to withdraw, but when he propped himself up on his arms and lowered his eyes to look at the still-sobbing Lanshe, his heart softened.

For every one part of pain, he had to return ninety-nine parts sweetness.

His Lanshe could not only suffer bitterness without tasting sweetness.

Meng Baixu felt that Shizun had, in a certain instant, somehow convinced himself of something.

What major matter was it?

Did he really have to stop there and think?

This made someone feel far too embarrassed.