Chapter 798: The Obedient Disciple Enters the Embrace 32

Jin Chen sensed something, glanced outside the cave, and waved his hand to form a barrier.

Then he embraced the person, foreheads touching, and his consciousness entered Fei Mian's obsession.

When he opened his eyes again, it was a bedroom suffused with warmth.

Jin Chen lowered his head; he wore a long red robe, like a wedding garment.

No, it was exactly a wedding robe.

He looked at the furnishings inside the room, and at the woman before him dressed in a bride's wedding attire, his mouth twitched.

What on earth is this little brat thinking about?

Since this is Fei Mian's obsession illusion, he didn't know what kind of woman his Master would marry.

Thus, beneath the red veil, there was no face—only an empty sheet of skin.

Jin Chen: "……"

It was still rather creepy.

How frightening.

He turned and left, going to find a certain brat who constantly daydreams.

Who would have thought that as soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, a knife thrust came at him.

He instinctively dodged, looked up in surprise, and upon sensing the familiar aura, he refrained from striking back.

"Fei treasure, you… inner demon?"

Jin Chen murmured lowly, his expression turning more solemn.

He still realized it too late; the inner demon had already taken over Fei Mian's mind.

The youth before him was dressed all in black, demonic markings appearing on his forehead, his phoenix eyes' corners tinged red, making him look even more eerily beautiful.

At this moment, his gaze toward Jin Chen was complex, filled with resentment and an unshakable obsession.

Yet the short dagger in his hand remained unsheathed, its blade aimed at Jin Chen's throat.

"How did Master come out, didn't you spend a spring night with Madam?"

"What to spend, can't spend even a bit."

Jin Chen wasn't angry; he simply gently took Fei Mian's arm, as if he couldn't see the dangerous dagger.

"Fei treasure, calm down."

Following the posture of their joined hands, he lowered his gaze; Fei Mian tilted his head in doubt, a flicker of incomprehension flashing in his phoenix eyes.

"You… how have you become so gentle again."

"Just now you were still fierce with me."

Although his tone was icy, there was also a grievance that could not be ignored.

"When have I, as your master, ever been fierce with you? Stop imagining things."

Jin Chen led him toward the courtyard, the two walking one after another, only then realizing that not only the bedroom but the entire Yunquan Institute was filled with festive cheer, large red lanterns hung high.

Jin Chen sighed with worry.

Fortunately, this is merely an obsession illusion.

If Fei Mian really were to decorate the Yunquan Institute like this, it would be unbearable.

But now Fei Mian is overly sensitive; any slight movement makes him jump at shadows.

Hearing Jin Chen's sigh, he instantly thought he had again provoked his Master's anger; his face turned cold in an instant, and he violently shook off Jin Chen's hand.

"Why are you sighing? Do you find me annoying, or do you regret taking me as your disciple?"

Jin Chen:?

He frowned puzzledly, trying to recall which point had caused the brat to misunderstand so badly.

He hadn't even reacted yet when he heard Fei Mian continue.

"You're getting married today; from now on, the person closest to you won't be me, but Madam."

The two words "Madam" were bitten especially tight, carrying a sense of gritted teeth.

"If Master really doesn't intend to look after me anymore, then perhaps…"

"How about… expelling you from Duskcloud Peak and severing this master-disciple bond?"

Jin Chen countered, his tone a bit cold.

Dealing with the now-darkened brat, a appeasement policy is useless.

All we can do is go along with his provocation.

"As Master, I actually didn't know you hated staying at Duskcloud Peak so much, constantly talking about leaving."

"I…"

A flash of helplessness crossed his phoenix eyes; Fei Mian apparently didn't understand—shouldn't the one who's angry be himself?

How come Master is also angry?

"Speak, what are you angry about."

Jin Chen pinched the youth's cheek, his tone still deeply cold.

"Master's wedding, I'm not happy."

Fei Mian replied awkwardly, his tone low and uneasy, while the demonic markings on his forehead gradually faded.

"Why."

Jin Chen's eyes held a smile, yet he still didn't expose it, merely continuing to press for answers.

"Because… from now on, the person Master likes most won't be me; from now on, Yunquan Institute will have one more person."

Fei Mian grew more sorrowful as he spoke, the corner of his mouth slightly upturned, tears welling in his reddened phoenix eyes.

He lowered the short dagger, and as his tears slipped, he turned his face away, not wanting Master to see.

Yet instead, his chin was pinched, forcing him to lift his head to look at the master's expression that had softened into a smile, still the familiar gentleness and indulgence.

No matter when, the person I, as your master, like most will always be you.

He deliberately emphasized the word "like".

He rubbed the youth's tender cheek with his fingertip, his gaze growing deeper and more profound; as he leaned in, he finally saw the youth's cheeks flush.

That… master's wife.

There's no such thing as a master's wife; don't think wildly.

Jin Chen spoke in a low, slow tone, each word clear: "Fei Bao, don't you understand what I mean?"

What…!" Fei Mian's eyes widened; tears still unshed slipped onto their joined lips.

The brief kiss lasted only a few seconds; Jin Chen could clearly hear the violent heartbeat of the person in his arms. As their lips parted, he smiled, his thumb brushing over the youth's tear‑stained lips and pressing lightly.

Do you understand now?

Fei Mian took several deep breaths; his reason finally returned, his lashes trembling as he lifted his gaze to meet the master's eyes, and the last trace of demonic markings faded.

Master… I like you.

He whispered in disbelief.

As if afraid to shatter this beautiful dream.

"I like you." Jin Chen affirmed that guess,

But we are master and disciple.

So what?

Jin Chen didn't think much of it; his silver eyes flashed with danger as his arm wrapped around the youth's lean waist.

You are the one I raised; you ought to be mine.

Fei Mian smelled the familiar fragrance, yet his violent heartbeat refused to calm.

His gaze grew hazy, as if intoxicated by Jin Chen's words.

He wrapped his arms around the master's neck; Fei Mian returned to his usual gentle, pliable self, his tone tender.

So… will the master's Dao partner also be me?

Of course.

Jin Chen felt no annoyance, repeatedly reassuring him as he stroked his hair with his palm.

Only you—if you are willing, will there be a wedding ceremony; Fei Bao will not be a mere spectator but a participant.

Fei Mian listened to the master's voice, the corners of his mouth gradually turning up; at last he understood why he had felt so sorrowful.

Because he too liked the master.

That was why he was unwilling to share him with others.

He's deceiving you! Don't let him fool you!

The voice in his mind rang out again, harsh and grating.

But Fei Mian would no longer be easily taken away, for at this very moment he was in the master's arms, hearing the master's promise with his own ears.

You are not me; you are merely all my negative emotions.

Fei Mian leaned into Jin Chen's embrace, conversing with the voice in his mind, utterly calm.

You cannot control my thoughts, nor let me be parted from the master.

His white robes were fully restored, and the inner demon vanished.

Both opened their eyes at the same time in the cave.

Fei Mian lifted his gaze and met Jin Chen's smiling silver eyes.

Master.

He whispered it, and all his reason returned.

That illusion just now…

They all count.

Jin Chen knew what he was about to ask, pulled him into his embrace, their lips meeting, proving it with action.