Chapter 120: Mischievous Lele
The little junior brother had fallen asleep on top of him.
Ever since he had leaned against him, Mo Cunzhi’s body had been stiff, extremely unaccustomed to the situation, but he restrained himself from tossing him away.
It was already hard enough for him to stay still when he was awake, so asking him to actively do something to the little junior brother was truly difficult for him.
So he remained motionless for a long time. Mo Cunzhi suddenly realized that his little junior brother had fallen asleep.
Sleeping was also a long-lost experience for Mo Cunzhi. Under their master’s orders, he had been cultivating desperately, replacing sleep with cultivation from a young age, practicing day and night.
Unless he was mentally exhausted, he wouldn’t fall asleep.
Mo Cunzhi didn’t know if his junior brother usually slept, so he guessed that he might be fatigued from the pregnancy. Therefore, he didn’t move and just lay there, letting his junior brother rest his head on him.
The frantic beating of his heart had long calmed down, and his breathing had become slow and steady.
Yet the heavy sensation pressing on his chest was very noticeable and strange.
Mo Cunzhi glanced at the black head resting on him. From his angle, he could see his junior brother’s pale cheeks, long eyelashes, and the small hill-like curve of his nose.
He was nestled against him like some kind of small animal, radiating warmth.
The night on Hanya Peak was the same as always, the wind howling throughout the night, the snow silently falling. Yet, with the presence of another person beside him, this place that he had long grown used to suddenly felt unfamiliar.
Mo Cunzhi hadn’t fallen asleep. He lay there with his eyes open, not looking at Yu Le.
But his body could sense his movements. While sleeping, Yu Le’s hand twitched and wrapped around his waist.
After a moment, Yu Le seemed to find that Mo Cunzhi’s body was too tall to rest on properly. He wriggled upward, with his entire upper body now lying across Mo Cunzhi’s chest.
Mo Cunzhi’s neck was now covered with Yu Le’s scattered hair. “…”
It was a relief when Yu Le finally woke up from his nap. Mo Cunzhi exhaled a breath and sat up, ready to leave, but a hand grabbed his belt from behind.
“Senior Brother, have you rested well?”
“Mm,” Mo Cunzhi replied.
“That’s good. Now that you’re rested, let’s begin.”
Mo Cunzhi froze mid-motion, turning his head. “Didn’t you say last night that you weren’t…”
Yu Le looked innocent. “I was really tired last night, so I rested first. Besides, I noticed Senior Brother wasn’t quite ready, so I wanted to give you a moment to prepare yourself mentally.”
What a joke. If Senior Brother had been fully prepared last night, what fun would that have been? The plan was to make him tense and relaxed, thinking it was over, and then, just when he least expected it, catch him off guard.
Look at him now—Senior Brother’s expression was priceless.
“Senior Brother, do you have any other concerns?” Yu Le asked, his face pure and curious. “If not, let’s get started. I’m not entirely sure how often the thing in my belly needs yang energy, but the more, the better, I suppose.”
Mo Cunzhi slowly removed his black outer robe. Watching his deliberate slow movements, Yu Le mischievously asked, “Senior Brother, if you’re not feeling up to it, do you need to take some medicine?”
The concern on Yu Le’s face was so genuine.
“…No need.” Mo Cunzhi didn’t remove his inner robe. Hesitantly, he reached out and pushed his little junior brother, who was sitting on the bed watching him, down onto the mattress.
In his entire life of subduing demons and battling foes, charging forward without fear, Mo Cunzhi had never been this slow or uncertain in his movements.
Yu Le had to maintain his senior brother’s dignity.
Out of sheer “mercy,” Yu Le cooperated by removing his own clothing and, while draping an arm over Mo Cunzhi’s shoulder through the fabric of his inner robe, “curiously” asked, “Senior Brother, are you not taking this off?”
“No need,” Mo Cunzhi repeated.
Things went more smoothly than either of them had expected. Though there were some awkward moments at the beginning, they quickly found their rhythm.
Leaning against Mo Cunzhi’s shoulder, Yu Le raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had thought his senior brother wouldn’t be able to manage it while conscious, but to his surprise, the medicine he had prepared wasn’t even necessary.
Mo Cunzhi remained silent, taking deep breaths as his hand hovered lightly at Yu Le’s waist, occasionally supporting his back.
Each motion brought back certain memories he had deliberately buried, memories that resurfaced as his body responded instinctively, even before his mind fully engaged.
Compared to his previous loss of control when he had gone mad with demonic energy, this time was slower, steadier, and more restrained.
When it was over, Mo Cunzhi couldn’t help but press Yu Le close, almost embracing him tightly.
A whirlwind of complex, indescribable emotions surged in his heart, yet his body felt real joy, a sense of release.
This pleasant, light feeling made Mo Cunzhi even more uncomfortable.
This was supposed to be a form of torment, a whip lashing at him, punishing him for his past mistakes—not something for him to enjoy.
Having secretly absorbed the demonic energy from Mo Cunzhi’s demon core, Yu Le was quite satisfied. Seeing the furrow in his senior brother’s brow, he guessed that Mo Cunzhi was likely torturing himself mentally again.
Teasingly, he said, “Senior Brother, don’t be like that. With no experience, you’ve done quite well.”
“If Senior Brother is unsatisfied, I can stay and try again.”
For the third time, Mo Cunzhi replied, “No need.”
He stood up and began dressing.
As Yu Le watched him turn his back, he noticed that the fabric at Mo Cunzhi’s back had soaked through with blood. He raised his hand and lifted the robe slightly, taking a glance at the injury beneath.
The crisscrossing whip marks were something Yu Le was very familiar with—they were caused by the Soul Crushing Whip.
Some of the scars were old, while others were more recent. The newest ones looked like they had been inflicted not long ago.
Yu Le quickly figured out the reason—it was nothing more than self-punishment.
This person truly lived a hard life.
Yu Le let go and lay back on the bed. Mo Cunzhi didn’t say anything about it either. He straightened his clothes and went out, sword in hand.
He practiced his sword in the wind and snow, without using any spiritual power. The entire Hanya Peak was covered in sword marks.
Yu Le propped his chin by the window and watched, thinking to himself that Mo Cunzhi probably couldn’t feel pain.
He knew all too well the feeling of the Soul Crushing Whip. Senior Brother Meng had treated him with medicine, and he had still been bedridden for quite a while.
But Mo Cunzhi didn’t seem to have used any medicine.
Since Mo Cunzhi didn’t care about himself, Yu Le certainly wouldn’t either. He stayed in the room, digesting the demonic energy he had absorbed and continuously refining the demon core, enjoying the sensation of his cultivation skyrocketing.
Both he and Mo Cunzhi were pursuing higher cultivation, but Yu Le sought it in order to live more freely and recklessly.
As for Mo Cunzhi, the higher his cultivation, the more it would bind him, burdening him with even more responsibility. So even if he achieved a breakthrough, he wouldn’t feel happy.
A person like him, even without the influence of demonic energy, probably wouldn’t have a good ending in the end.
Yu Le smirked with his eyes closed.
Having switched to demonic cultivation, his spiritual power would no longer increase. Eventually, that spiritual power would be completely devoured by demonic energy. When that time came, he would leave this place and fully enter the demonic path.
…
Hanya Peak seemed completely isolated from the world. No one came to disturb them, and it felt as if only the two of them lived there.
It was only after staying here that Yu Le realized just how much of a cultivation fanatic Mo Cunzhi truly was. He rarely stopped, and it was no wonder his cultivation level far surpassed that of his peers.
In the past, Mo Cunzhi would meditate on the cliff at night. But ever since Yu Le arrived, he had been sleeping with him every night.
At first, Mo Cunzhi didn’t want to sleep inside, which made Yu Le feel both frustrated and angry. He asked him whether he thought Yu Le was bothering him or taking up his space, which was why he refused to come into the house.
After a few days, Mo Cunzhi started coming in on his own to sleep after nightfall.
When they called it “sleep,” it really just meant Mo Cunzhi lying there with his eyes open, continuing to cultivate.
“Why do you insist that I lie here?” Mo Cunzhi asked one day.
Yu Le replied, “Because it’s high and cold up here, and it feels really cold sleeping alone.”
In truth, every night Mo Cunzhi would sit outside meditating peacefully. How could Yu Le let him be peaceful? Naturally, he had to do something to disrupt his tranquility.
Most of the time, Yu Le would simply lean against him and fall asleep, using him like a not-so-soft pillow.
But occasionally, he would make sudden demands.
Whenever Yu Le called out “Senior Brother” in that suggestive tone, Mo Cunzhi immediately knew what he wanted.
It didn’t only happen at night—sometimes during the day, Yu Le would suddenly make the same request.
Whenever Mo Cunzhi was interrupted during his cultivation, he would walk over with a cold expression.
He thought that it was nothing more than Yu Le feeling uncomfortable and wanting to torment him on purpose.
Mo Cunzhi always tolerated and endured this behavior, though when he complied, he sometimes couldn’t help applying a bit too much force.
In this area, they reached a compromise much quicker than they had with their personalities.
Outside, the rare sunny snow scene could be seen, while inside the house, a formation kept the air as warm as spring. Yu Le was looking absentmindedly out the open window.
Suddenly, he felt a tight grip around his waist.
Mo Cunzhi stopped and coldly asked, “Why that expression?”
Yu Le had only been watching Mo Cunzhi practice his sword earlier, feeling irritated by how focused he looked. So, he had called out just to annoy him.
Now, seeing Mo Cunzhi cooperating like a wooden post, Yu Le found it rather boring.
Propping his chin on his hand, Yu Le blinked and said, “Senior Brother, can you change your position? You’re so slow, I’m about to fall asleep.”
Even though Mo Cunzhi normally didn’t care about such things, Yu Le’s casual attitude provoked him enough to make him clench his fists.
“One position from start to finish, with no change at all,” Yu Le yawned, his expression irritating beyond words, completely oblivious to any danger.
“I should find some books on this topic next time. Senior Brother, you should learn a bit, don’t you think?” he even added fuel to the fire.
Mo Cunzhi: “……”
“Is that so?” he replied with a blank face.
Yu Le, indifferent yet slightly provoking, responded, “Senior Brother, are you mad? I’m just telling the truth.”
Mo Cunzhi grabbed him and flipped him over, pinning him down on the bed.
*
Bai Feishuang had been working on a difficult formation for over a month without leaving her room. Finally, after solving a problem, she went outside and heard rumors that her junior brother had moved to Senior Brother Mo’s Hanya Peak.
The news was spreading like wildfire, and Bai Feishuang was equally surprised. She decided to visit Hanya Peak to check on her senior brother and junior brother.
She and Mo Cunzhi were close disciple brother and sister, and she had often delivered items to him at the peak on behalf of their master since childhood. The barrier around Hanya Peak couldn’t keep her out.
She went straight to the summit but didn’t see any sign of her senior brother practicing swordsmanship.
Standing outside the courtyard, she called out, “Senior Brother? Junior Brother?”
Inside, the atmosphere was heated and intimate, and her voice startled both of them.
Mo Cunzhi, shocked, realized that he had gotten so lost in the moment that he hadn’t even noticed someone approaching.
Suddenly, Yu Le rolled over, pinning him down and covering his mouth. Adjusting his breath, he called out toward the door, “Senior Sister, I’m bathing inside.”
Bai Feishuang stood in the courtyard and replied, “Alright, I’ll wait for you outside.”
Yu Le then looked at his senior brother and whispered into his ear, “Senior Brother, hurry up, don’t keep Senior Sister waiting too long.”
…
The door creaked open, and Bai Feishuang saw her junior brother step out, his face slightly flushed.
Perhaps because he had just bathed, he wore only a simple undershirt with a loose outer garment draped over his shoulders. His hair at the temples was still a bit damp.
Bai Feishuang looked him over, noticing that his undershirt seemed a bit too large and somewhat loose, but she didn’t dwell on it. She casually chatted with him, “Where’s Senior Brother? I haven’t seen him.”
Yu Le replied, “Ah, Senior Brother? I’m not sure where he went.”
Bai Feishuang asked, “I heard you moved in here with Senior Brother. What happened? Did something happen?”
“Nothing at all. I just felt a bit lonely living by myself. After going out once, I realized my cultivation level was too low, so I begged and pestered Senior Brother to guide me. That’s how I ended up moving here,” Yu Le said with a smile.
After repeatedly confirming that nothing was wrong, Bai Feishuang finally smiled with relief. “That’s good. I really didn’t expect Senior Brother to let anyone stay with him.”
“But this puts me at ease. You and Senior Brother can keep each other company.”
With a sincere tone, Bai Feishuang advised, “Yu Rui, make sure to get along with Senior Brother. Learn from him in your cultivation, alright?”
Yu Le smiled sweetly. “Don’t worry, Senior Sister. I’ll definitely listen to you. Senior Brother and I are learning from each other.”
After sending his senior sister off, Yu Le returned to the room.
Senior Brother was already fully dressed, sitting silently at the table. As soon as Yu Le entered, Senior Brother stood up, walked past him, and headed outside to the cold cliff to continue his training.
In the fierce wind, he swung his sword, cutting even the air itself.
Though the wind and snow obscured his face, the agitation in his movements was clear.
Mo Cunzhi was reflecting on himself, recognizing how deeply he had become entangled—and… tempted.
Yu Le curled his lips into a smile.
He still did things his own way. Whenever Mo Cunzhi regained his composure, it would only take a couple of days before Yu Le suddenly called out, “Senior Brother,” smiling at him, waiting for him to come over.
Mo Cunzhi paused his sword movements, feeling the wind around him.
“Senior Brother.”
In recent days, he had heard that call countless times. Mo Cunzhi halted, then turned and walked towards his junior brother, who stood at the small courtyard gate.
He was a bit distracted, his expression unchanged, but his hands had already instinctively begun untying his belt.
Yu Le reached out and tied the loosened belt back in place.
“Senior Brother, I called you just to tell you that I’m heading out for a bit.” As he spoke, he couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.
Mo Cunzhi, realizing what he had just unconsciously done, stood there speechless. “…”
After retying his belt, Yu Le patted his waist. Seeing Senior Brother’s dark expression, he tried to hold back his laughter but eventually gave in, bursting out in hearty laughter.
