Chapter 2704: The Crazy City Lord's Rules of Love and Killing 27

The disciple who had been arguing the most just now couldn't help but speak up, 'Senior Martial Brother! This isn't according to the rules, right? This person was brought back by Junior Martial Uncle first!'

"Even if... even if you also want it, you should still observe who came first."

He hadn't finished speaking when a single glance from Jin Chen froze him in place.

"If I hear the words 'furnace cauldron' from your mouths again, you'll bear the consequences."

That disciple shuddered all over, his face muscles twisted into a Distorted, and he hastily bowed his head, daring not to speak another word.

Yin Chaosheng's lips curled up uncontrollably, then he hastily pressed them down, putting on an obedient guise, he gently shook Jin Chen's sleeve and said softly, 'Senior Brother... my foot feels sprained; I can't walk.'

He lifted his head to look at Jin Chen, his eyes holding a sly gleam.

Yin Chaosheng had never seen Jin Chen appear so proper and upright in white Daoist robes, pure and ascetic, like a banished immortal, starkly different from the mad dog that had entangled him in Ghost City.

This stark contrast made his heart itch unbearably; he wanted to immediately tear apart those white robes with his own hands to see if the soul beneath was still the one he both hated and was enamored with.

He just wanted to act spoiled, to have Jin Chen, in front of those he once called fellow disciples, break his precepts and lose his composure for him.

Jin Chen lowered his eyes, reached out to play with Yin Chaosheng's long eyelashes, found it somewhat amusing, and asked, 'Then what do you want?'

"Hold me." Yin Chaosheng said matter-of-factly, spreading his arms, his gaze direct, laced with provocation and anticipation.

As his words fell, Jin Chen actually leaned forward, slipped his arms under the youth's knees and back, and easily hoisted him sideways.

He held Yin Chaosheng, turned, and walked toward his own residence, changing his original plan to go out.

Chu Jiu Shan also stood among the crowd, watching the Senior Martial Brother carry away the red-clothed youth, a fleeting flash of bewildered struggle crossing his eyes.

Yin Chaosheng's appearance was like a thorn, piercing the illusory dream bubble he had been sunk in for days, letting him, in a Dazed state, recall that everything here… was fake.

But when he turned his head and saw Junior Martial Uncle's concerned face, that sliver of clarity was quickly drowned by the warm illusion.

Jin Chen's residence.

Jin Chen placed Yin Chaosheng on the cushioned couch inside the house.

Yin Chaosheng immediately went limp like a boneless thing, softly hooking his arms around Jin Chen's neck, refusing to let go.

He rolled a strand of his hanging black hair between his fingers, lightly brushing the tips across Jin Chen's cheek, his eyes hazy, exhaling like orchids, 'Senior Brother... your gaze on me is so impure.'

Yin Chaosheng deliberately brought his lips close to Jin Chen's lip corner, lightly brushing them, then took his earlobe into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue tip, 'Really, don't you want me to be your furnace cauldron...?'

Jin Chen lowered his eyes, glanced at him, allowed him to cause trouble, reached out to lift the hem of his scarlet robe, revealing his slender ankle, and asked, 'How did the bloodstains on your robe come about?'

Yin Chaosheng leaned back accordingly, propping himself up with his elbow, lifted his other foot, and pressed the ball of his foot against Jin Chen's abdominal muscles with moderate force, his tone coquettish.

"I'm hurt, Senior Brother... please help me."

Jin Chen carefully examined his calf, confirming there was no injury before relaxing.

He lifted his gaze, locking onto Yin Chaosheng's eerie pupils, and asked, 'Why would the City Lord appear in this nightmare?'

"What City Lord? Senior Brother, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

Yin Chaosheng blinked his innocent big eyes, Grinning as he feigned ignorance, tilting his head, his appearance pure yet alluring, 'Senior Brother, do you want to keep me?'

Jin Chen took hold of the thin red sash at his waist, gave it a gentle pull, leaned in close, delighted to continue this ambiguous game, 'If so, to stay you must pay a price, right?'

Yin Chaosheng eagerly moved forward, rubbing his nose tip affectionately against Jin Chen's, their breaths mingling, the atmosphere reaching the peak of amorousness.

"Senior Brother, then... could you be gentler?"

Jin Chen: "......"

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +12, total now 60!】

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In just a couple of days, rumors ran rampant within the Divination-Seeking Sect.

Everyone said that Senior Martial Brother Jin Chen had been bewitched by an unknown-origin red-clothed spirit, indulging day and night in the residence, no longer even showing up for his daily morning lessons.

Even when he occasionally appeared, the spirit clung to him, wishing to be embraced by the Senior Martial Brother while practicing swordplay, their intimacy so blatant it violated all propriety!

No one knew where the rumors started, but they spread like wildfire, growing more exaggerated with each retelling.

Many disciples looked toward Jin Chen's residence, their eyes filled with contempt.

That day the sky was overcast, a continuous curtain of rain enveloping the entire Divination-Seeking Sect in damp gloom.

Amid the sound of rain, outside Jin Chen's residence, dozens of sword-wielding disciples had gathered at some point.

Their faces furious, they encircled the residence, the leader being precisely the disciple who had been frightened back by Jin Chen's gaze that day.

"Monster! Get out! The Senior Martial Brother must have been bewitched by you!"

"Today we will surely rid the people of this menace!"

Yin Chaosheng leaned lazily against the doorframe, seeming to have just woken, his hair slightly disheveled, his scarlet robe loosely tied, revealing ambiguous red marks speckled across his neck.

Yet he seemed utterly unconcerned, slightly adjusting his collar, his gorgeous eyes lazily sweeping over the crowd and landing on Chu Jiu Shan standing at the rear.

"You," Yin Chaosheng's voice tinged with nonchalant mockery, "still not awake?"

Chu Jiu Shan's face turned ashen, his hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms.

He gazed at the utterly real fellow martial brothers before him, heard their angry shouts, then looked at Yin Chaosheng, his heart torn in inner conflict.

Every time he saw Yin Chaosheng, it felt like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, reminding him that all of this was an illusory nightmare.

"How boring." Yin Chaosheng yawned, losing his patience.

"Just right, I've grown tired of this vat; I'll take Jin Chen to play with another vat later."

Before his words even finished, his figure suddenly blurred.

The next instant, his scarlet silhouette moved through the rain like a wraith, his fingertips entwined with chilling ghostly aura; wherever he passed, sword qi and talisman light shattered completely, and cries of agony rose and fell.

Those encircling 'disciples' were as fragile as paper, easily torn apart by him and dissipated into wisps of black smoke!

The suffocating ghostly aura spread across the sky and earth, enveloping the entire residence.

"Monster! You dare kill us? The Senior Martial Brother won't let you off!" the leader disciple shouted, retreating in terror, fierce outward but timid within.

However, before he could finish speaking, a cold longsword pierced through his back!

He stared in shock, lowering his gaze to the sword tip protruding from his chest, and with difficulty turned his head.

In the rain, Jin Chen wore a spotless white robe, holding an oil-paper umbrella, with his other hand slowly drawing a long sword from behind that disciple's back; the sword tip dripped fresh blood, which fell onto the muddy ground and was quickly washed away by the rain.

The oil-paper umbrella lifted slightly, revealing Jin Chen's calm brows and eyes.

"Senior Brother!!" the surviving disciples shouted excitedly, "Senior Brother! Quickly kill this monster! Don't let him deceive you again!"

Jin Chen's gaze swept over these so-called "fellow disciples."

False concern, genuine fear.

He curled the corner of his mouth, "Deluded? What are you then? Nothing but lingering remnants of wandering souls nourished by nightmares."

Upon hearing those words, the disciples' expressions instantly turned fierce and vicious.

Their feigned kind masks were completely torn apart, revealing the malicious essence of the nightmares.

They could not comprehend why Jin Chen, immersed in this meticulously crafted illusion for so long, showed not the slightest indulgence!

Yin Chaosheng stood in the torrential rain, ghostly qi swirling around him, his scarlet robes soaked through, appearing even more eerie.

His pupils churned with a sinister possessive desire, yet he deliberately tilted his head, showing Jin Chen a smile of aggrieved dependence.

"Senior Brother, they hit me."

Jin Chen held up his umbrella and walked slowly across the ground littered with corpses and filthy blood, approaching Yin Chaosheng.

Rainwater slid down the umbrella's edge, forming a water curtain; Jin Chen tilted the umbrella slightly, sheltering Yin Chaosheng beneath it, and kissed him at the corner of his eye.

He spoke softly, his tone indulgent.

"Had enough fun? Then let's move on to the next jar."

Yin Chaosheng leaned into his embrace accordingly, his fingertips hooking a strand of his black hair, his smile eerie.