Chapter 132: Considerate Lele
Yu Le had not actually planned to return to the Wuyue Immortal Sect again in such a short time.
However, the system, which usually had little presence, was frantically reminding him in his head. Its emotions were gradually collapsing, much like Senior Brother’s, but its cries were even more piercing.
Out of goodwill, he had informed Senior Brother of his true identity, advising him to be more cautious about hiding it. Then, just as Yu Le was preparing to showcase his skills in the Demonic Path and claim some territory, the system alerted him that the villain was about to die.
It was the “original villain” who was about to die.
Yu Le’s first reaction was disbelief.
Logically speaking, since Mo Cunzhi had refused to follow the original plotline of the villain, Yu Le had taken on that role for him. Mo Cunzhi could continue being Senior Brother, so why would he die?
Because of the system’s noisy warnings, and perhaps due to some indescribable emotions and innate curiosity, Yu Le came.
When he saw Mo Cunzhi unconscious in the forbidden land, Yu Le understood that the reason he was near death was because he sought it.
Yu Le could roughly comprehend Mo Cunzhi’s thinking, but emotionally, he could not understand it.
In the original plot, he had been wronged, personally killed his master and close friends, and the emotional blow was far greater than now. Yet, there had been no sign of him wanting to destroy himself in the original story.
Could it be because of him?
In the end, Yu Le concluded that it was because Mo Cunzhi had not fallen into the demonic path.
Yu Le had absorbed and redirected all his demonic energy, so Mo Cunzhi’s nature had not changed drastically. At the core, he remained a responsible and upright person.
There was nothing surprising about that. Good people are often the ones who end up pushing themselves to the brink.
Yu Le picked up his unconscious Senior Brother from the ground and carried him to the only small bamboo house in the forbidden land.
Apart from the overgrown weeds, the most noticeable features of the forbidden land were the small bamboo grove and the single bamboo house.
The small bamboo house clearly had been lived in before, and it was meticulously maintained. Inside, there was a cleaning formation in place, so even though it had been unoccupied for a long time, it remained spotless.
Yu Le glanced around the small room and quickly guessed whose place this once was.
It must have belonged to Mo Cunzhi’s biological mother, the junior sister of Sect Leader Xu Bingjiu, who had been deceived by the Lord of the Demonic Path and conceived a child.
During her pregnancy, because the demonic energy of the fetus couldn’t be contained, the sect leader likely hid her here to avoid discovery.
In the end, she probably died here in childbirth.
Perhaps the bed Mo Cunzhi was lying on now was the very place where he was born.
Standing by the bed, Yu Le observed Mo Cunzhi’s face.
His senior brother was exceptionally handsome. Despite his injuries and the series of blows he had endured, his face still shone like a full moon under a gentle light.
Now that his fierce aura had diminished somewhat, a rare vulnerability appeared, making it seem like he could be taken advantage of at any moment.
Yu Le thought to himself, ‘Even when he wasn’t vulnerable, if I wanted to, I could still do whatever I pleased with him.’
This man was full of flaws, far too easy to deal with.
No wonder everyone b*llied him.
With that thought, Yu Le began removing Mo Cunzhi’s clothes, tending to his injuries, and finally placed a pill between his pale lips.
Mo Cunzhi, still unconscious, weakly turned his head, his black hair falling loose. Yu Le gently pinched his face to straighten it, smiling mischievously as he fed him another pill.
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As Mo Cunzhi slowly regained consciousness, he heard the soft rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind, like a quiet whisper at his ear, in a tone filled with warmth and love.
He smelled a faint fragrance of bamboo and grass, something oddly familiar, as if he had once smelled it in the distant past.
A vague sense of peace washed over him.
Then, he became aware of the pain in his body, and the darkness before his eyes—he couldn’t see anything.
And… there was someone sitting beside him.
After an instinctive moment of alertness, the memories of everything before he had fallen unconscious came rushing back, and Mo Cunzhi remained still.
He recalled his act of defiance, the fight with his master, being expelled from the sect, and finally being imprisoned in the forbidden land.
There was a sealing formation around the forbidden land, making it impossible to use his cultivation here.
Who would visit him in a place like this, under such circumstances?
Probably only his junior sister, the one who had grown up with him.
“Junior Sister?” Mo Cunzhi’s voice was hoarse. He wanted to tell her to leave the forbidden land as soon as possible, that she didn’t need to come anymore.
But a hand touched his face, and the soft pad of a fingertip playfully brushed against his eyelid.
Mo Cunzhi froze.
He didn’t want to admit that, in that moment, with just a simple touch, he immediately recognized the true identity of the person beside him.
There wasn’t anything particularly distinctive about his junior brother’s scent, nor did his skin feel any different. But it was the meaning behind that touch that made Mo Cunzhi realize who it was.
Instinctively, his whole body tensed.
“You have a lot of nerve, daring to sneak into the forbidden land of the Wuyue Immortal Sect after exposing your demonic identity.”
Yu Le looked at his vacant eyes, rendered blind by the Obscuring Pill, and sighed in mock disappointment. “Ah, I didn’t even say anything—how did you recognize me?”
“…Whatever you’re planning, leave quickly,” Mo Cunzhi said.
He hated realizing just how familiar he was with him.
Suddenly, Yu Le asked, “You’re in this state now. How about it? Want to come with me to the Demonic Path?”
Mo Cunzhi coldly refused.
His voice was distant and unfeeling. “If you want the demon core, you can take it yourself.”
“If I wanted your demon core, I would’ve taken it during the storm on Chouying Mountain. Why would I chase you all the way here?” Yu Le rubbed his fingers along the bamboo segments of the bed, carefully watching Mo Cunzhi’s expression.
Mo Cunzhi couldn’t understand either. “Then why have you come? Do I still have anything on me that you could possibly want?”
It seemed like he didn’t, but Yu Le wasn’t one to act logically—he found amusement in the strangest things.
“Senior Brother, the truth is, I cultivate the path of dual cultivation. What I want is your demon energy,” Yu Le leaned in close, speaking in a deliberately mysterious tone.
Seeing Mo Cunzhi’s cold expression shift, as if he already anticipated whatever trouble Yu Le was about to stir, and noticing the hint of resistance in his demeanor, Yu Le could barely suppress his laughter.
“So I thought, with so much demonic energy in Senior Brother’s body, it’d be a waste not to harvest it. That’s why I came back—I’m going to take it all!”
He blew a breath against Mo Cunzhi’s ear, watching as a faint blush spread across his neck and under his ear.
Back when they used to do those sorts of things, Mo Cunzhi would easily flush in those areas too.
But this time, the redness was certainly not from embarrassment—more likely from anger.
Gravely injured, Mo Cunzhi reached out to push him away, but being unable to see, his attempt at resistance was somewhat clumsy and awkward.
Seeing him like this only made Yu Le more excited. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, his clothes perfectly in place, though the words he spoke were far from proper.
“Senior Brother, you know me. I’m the kind of person who loves forcing others. The more you don’t want something, the more I want it.”
“You know my nature so well, and yet you put on this act—are you trying to seduce me?”
Mo Cunzhi was so enraged by his shameless words that he trembled, clenching his fists by his sides and choosing not to respond.
Hearing his labored breathing, Yu Le leisurely propped up his chin, feigning innocence. “Senior Brother, aren’t you going to resist at all? How can a righteous sect’s senior brother secretly collude with a demonic cultivator? The demonic cultivator is already lying on your bed, and you’re doing nothing.”
Mo Cunzhi suddenly stood up, groping for the long sword by the bed, intending to leave, but Yu Le swiftly blocked him with a foot, forcing him back onto the bed.
“Senior Brother used to instinctively start untying his belt when I called for him, but now he avoids me like the plague. Tsk tsk.”
Mo Cunzhi’s face alternated between red and white as he gripped his sword tighter and tighter. “What exactly do you want?”
Yu Le shrugged. “I haven’t even decided what I want yet. How can I tell you?”
That was the truth—he was just teasing for his own amusement.
“Let’s talk when you’ve recovered.”
Mo Cunzhi, too severely injured to resist, was forced to lie back on the bed. Fortunately, Yu Le didn’t provoke him further and quietly walked out.
Closing his eyes, Mo Cunzhi thought that Yu Le had likely come to mock his downfall. After witnessing it, he must have felt satisfied enough to leave.
Not long after, just as Mo Cunzhi drifted into a daze, he felt someone pinch his cheek, and then a fragrant pill was slipped into his mouth.
Mo Cunzhi startled awake again.
“…You’re still here?” He noticed the pain in his body gradually easing thanks to the healing properties of the pill.
“I was planning to leave after feeding you the medicine,” Yu Le replied with deliberate nonchalance, “but since you seem so eager for me to go, I’ve changed my mind. I think I’ll stay a few more days.”
Mo Cunzhi wisely kept quiet this time, no longer engaging in verbal sparring. He simply turned his head away and closed his eyes, refusing to respond.
Seeing this, Yu Le immediately started tugging at his clothes. Yet Mo Cunzhi remained still, letting him do as he pleased.
Sure enough, Yu Le, disappointed by the lack of reaction, let go and started toying with the strands of Mo Cunzhi’s long hair, asking, “Why aren’t you resisting?”
“You take pleasure in my struggle,” Mo Cunzhi’s tone was icy.
Yu Le, as if unaware of the coldness in his voice, responded cheerfully, “Exactly. In the beginning, when you didn’t want to be intimate with me but were forced by duty, that inner conflict of yours was really something.”
“It’s a shame, though. After a while, it seemed like Senior Brother started enjoying it, no longer resisting.”
Hearing the regret in Yu Le’s voice, Mo Cunzhi took a deep breath.
This time, Mo Cunzhi might have fainted out of sheer anger caused by Yu Le.
When he opened his eyes again, all he could see was darkness.
He had lost his sight, whether as punishment from his master or from some trick by his unpredictable junior brother, but Mo Cunzhi didn’t ask, nor did he feel anything about it.
He could sense that it was nighttime. The air was cool, carrying the chill of the evening.
However, the warm body pressed against him made it impossible for him to remain indifferent.
His junior brother, who looked like a young man, was leaning against him, his soft breaths falling gently on Mo Cunzhi’s chest. During all those nights on Hanya Peak, this was how Yu Le always slept.
Because of that, when Mo Cunzhi first awoke, he didn’t find anything strange—he was too used to it.
But no matter how familiar the scene felt, it wasn’t right.
How could Yu Le lie next to him so casually, as if nothing had happened?
Though Yu Le was asleep and wasn’t provoking him with teasing remarks or laughter, Mo Cunzhi found it even harder to stay calm.
He fumbled as he tried to sit up in bed—when suddenly, someone grabbed a fistful of his long hair from behind and yanked him back down.
Yu Le’s voice, slightly raspy from sleep, was tinged with complaint. “Can’t you just settle down and rest for a moment?”
Mo Cunzhi found the situation absurd. “Have you ever let me rest properly?”
Wasn’t it Yu Le who kept tormenting him over and over?
Yu Le, utterly self-righteous, retorted, “Haven’t I taken care of you? I even kept you company with conversation to relieve your boredom.”
Mo Cunzhi didn’t want to hear his twisted reasoning. As he tried to rise again, Yu Le pressed him down firmly, and instinctively, Mo Cunzhi resisted.
Yu Le’s voice grew sharper, more awake, carrying a cold, threatening tone. “Move again, and I’ll force you into dual cultivation.”
“Feel free to try if you don’t believe me. Let’s see if I can do it or not.”
Mo Cunzhi didn’t move again.
He stayed awake for the rest of the night, his sightless eyes open until dawn.
The person beside him finally stirred, stretching lazily before releasing him. Yu Le’s voice sounded bright and cheerful, “Good morning, Senior Brother! The weather’s really nice today.”
“Oh, I forgot—Senior Brother can’t see.”
Mo Cunzhi heard his junior brother speak in a sweet tone, as Yu Le rubbed his chin against Mo Cunzhi’s shoulder. “But maybe Senior Brother doesn’t want to see me, so I’ll hold off on giving you the antidote for now. Aren’t I considerate?”
Mo Cunzhi: …
