26: Chapter 26 The Tragic Little Prince's Nobleman 8

Fifth Prince Qi Yuxuan's hands suddenly wrapped around him from behind, pulling him into an embrace.

Lu Zhan's body instantly stiffened in discomfort.

Warm breath sprayed against his neck, and his cool, snow-white skin flushed with the heat, bringing up an unnatural crimson hue.

Lu Zhan desperately wanted to push him away, but after a moment of contemplation, he merely gripped the other's restless hands and closed his eyes.

"Nickname, we are master and Disciple. Do not treat me this way; we cannot be like this, nor should we be."

Fifth Prince Qi Yuxuan looked at the person he was holding.

His master's eyes were slightly closed, only his eyelids fluttering; his face was cold and indifferent, yet his body was slightly tense.

All of this clearly indicated that his master was resisting everything happening right now with all his might; even though he had reached his limit, he could not break free and could only weakly offer verbal persuasion.

Fifth Prince Qi Yuxuan felt that at this moment, his master—the high and mighty State Preceptor Xuanchen, who was always untainted by worldly desires, as cold and indifferent as a deity, and standing aloof from the world—

seemed to be tainted with a touch of fragility, which made him even more infatuated and excited...

"In Disciple's dictionary, there has never been 'can' or 'cannot,' 'should' or 'should not.' As long as I want it, I must obtain it.

And Master has always known what I want most, hasn't he? At this point, does Master think I will let go?

I have thought about this day for many years. Daoist Xuanchen, you were always meant to be mine."

The lover-like intimate posture was like a carefully crafted cage from which there was no escape.

The demonic whisper, filled with eerie excitement, was like a temptation luring the Saint, who had long resided on the altar, toward that endless Hell.

Upon hearing the name "Daoist Xuanchen," Lu Zhan's emotions became complex. His body trembled imperceptibly, and his hand, which had been tightly gripping the prayer beads, loosened slightly.

His eyes snapped open, his pupils constricting slightly. In those eyes, usually so indifferent, there was now a complexity that was difficult to decipher.

But soon, it returned to calmness, restoring its usual indifference as if nothing had ever appeared.

"Nickname, I am your master; that is a fact that can never be changed...

You cannot address me this way, and I will never be yours...

In this life, I have upheld the sect rules and dedicated myself to cultivating the Dao, with no room for anything else...

What you want, I can never give you. Let yourself go, and let me go as well...

Do not be so persistent. Let go early, only then can you transcend..."

His voice was intermittent and trembling, yet it carried an unwavering, unyielding will.

"Transcendent? Master has transcended, but what about me?

What did those few years actually mean in Master's heart?

You left when you said you would, and discarded me when you said you would. No matter how I begged, your heart remained like cold iron, cruel and heartless.

You viewed me as a flood or a beast, avoiding me like a poisonous snake or scorpion. Since that was the case, why did you take me into your arms in the first place?

To let me have it and then lose it is worse than never having had it at all. Now that I have become like this, Master, are you not at fault? Can you truly be so free of guilt?"

Lu Zhan could not see the person behind him. He did not know that the young man's face was already crawling with sinister rage, his eyes flashing with a cold light, along with a desire to tear everything apart.

"Was I wrong to save you? It is clearly you who have such deep obsessions. I have patiently admonished you and taught you with severity.

But what about you? Each time you became more rebellious. If it were not for your repeated refusal to change, why would I have avoided seeing you and left?

In those years, I believe I gave what I could. I have a clear conscience, and you need not try to shake my Dao Heart. I will never be swayed by your Gu."

After speaking, he wanted to push the young man away, but the person behind him saw his struggle and resistance, wrapping his arms even tighter. With the strength of someone who had practiced martial arts for years, Lu Zhan, a frail scholar who studied the Dao, could not break free at all.

"What a clear conscience, what a firm and unshakeable Dao Heart...

Since Master and I each hold our own opinions, and neither can convince the other, there is no need to waste any more time.

If Master is unwilling to give it, that is fine; I will just take it myself, it is the same.

It has been so many years, Disciple has missed Master terribly, especially when lying alone in bed in the dead of night..."

He spoke with such shamelessness, yet as if it were only natural, his tone eerie, revealing traces of strangeness and overflowing excitement.

Lu Zhan's scalp tingled as he listened, his whole body trembling with anger. His cold, indifferent, frost-like face flushed with a faint crimson, though it was unclear if it was from anger or shame.

State Preceptor Xuanchen, who had always handled everything with indifference, had rarely lost his composure like this.

"Fifth Prince Qi Yuxuan... you... you are extremely shameless... you are betraying your master and destroying your ancestors... you are rebellious... let me go."

His panicked tone, mixed with anger, raised his voice slightly as his intermittent words reached his ears.

Fifth Prince Qi Yuxuan, however, acted as if he had not heard, one hand tightly restraining him, while the other gripped Lu Zhan's struggling hands.

Then, with warm lips, he quickly leaned in close to the side of Lu Zhan's neck.

... (Censored)

Lu Zhan instantly... (Censored)

His body, usually cool, seemed to be tainted with a touch of heat at this moment.

Even... (Censored)

"Mmm... ah..."

His thin lips parted slightly, letting out a soft moan, and Lu Zhan's eyes were already slightly unfocused.

Daoist Xuanchen had never experienced such treatment; he was incredibly green and pitifully sensitive. His instinctive desires left him at a loss, filled with a bewildered confusion.

Fifth Prince Qi Yuxuan lowered his eyes, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Thinking that his master was in this state because of him was enough to make his body and mind palpitate with satisfaction and extreme excitement.

Fifth Prince Qi Yuxuan leaned in close to his ear, coaxing him with a soft whisper.

"Master, let me take you to experience this ultimate earthly pleasure!"

Without waiting for a reply, the hand resting on Lu Zhan's waist slid down... (Censored)

Fifth Prince Qi Yuxuan's pale red lips also landed on his slender neck.

Lu Zhan had completely lost his focus, leaning weakly against the other person.

His fragile neck was stretched long as he tilted his head back, his cold face flushed with a few traces of desire, and his bewildered eyes filled with a look of longing.

The corners of his eyes were flushed red, his long eyelashes were stained with physiological tears, and his forehead was covered in beads of crystal-clear sweat.

Such a Daoist Xuanchen was completely unlike the cold, indifferent deity who sat on the altar, meant only to be viewed from afar and never desecrated.

The room was very, very quiet, so quiet that every tiny sound could be heard.

Accompanying the rising desire were Lu Zhan's slightly hurried and heavy breathing, as well as his unconscious moans.

After a long while, a satisfied sigh from Lu Zhan came from within the room. His eyes were hazy, and his cold face still carried traces of the lingering afterglow.

Fifth Prince Qi Yuxuan held him tightly, his heart filled with triumph!

His master had bloomed into a gorgeous flower in his hands; from now on, his master was his.

Just thinking this, Fifth Prince Qi Yuxuan's past pain, endless despair, inner rage, and years of obsession were all soothed at this moment.

It turned out that after so many years, in front of his master, he was still that humble, easily satisfied youth.

He had worked hard to climb to a high position just to make his master return, so that he would not be like he was six years ago, only able to passively accept the outcome of being discarded.