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Ch142 - Main Story Complete




At first, Su Hansheng thought that after Chongjue’s evil and virtuous ones merged, it was just so-so—he hadn’t seen Chongjue acting crazy like in the past life, killing and lusting everywhere.
Only now did he suddenly realize how wrong he’d been.
Their builds already differed greatly. Su Hansheng was completely enveloped by Chongjue and pressed against the bank, spring water rippling in waves past his waist, his tied-up hair shaken loose.
Chongjue’s hand clasped the back of his neck, hot breath spraying on his throat, saying in a low voice, “Do you like it?”
Su Hansheng curled his index finger knuckle into his mouth, biting hard, face full of tears yet still stubbornly sobbing, “Like it, love it to death.”
Despite saying so, he still struggled with one hand propped on the stone beneath him, trying to scramble up. But the stones in the water were too slippery—after pushing once, his hand slid down.
Water waves surged past his slightly protruding waist. Su Hansheng’s pupils instantly dilated, feeling like he was about to die.
In his past life at Infinite Hell, they’d played wildly, including fooling around in hot springs. But this body’s first time was so intense—his soul and consciousness could handle it, but his inexperienced body couldn’t withstand it at all.
And Chongjue wouldn’t let him respond like in his past life.
Su Hansheng clearly wanted to escape but was misunderstood by Chongjue, who directly gripped his waist and pressed him back down thoroughly. In the end, face covered in tears, he didn’t even have the strength to curse, his calves dangling in the spring water, swaying slightly with the buoyancy.
Su Hansheng listlessly thought: Just die already.
He had early class tomorrow morning, but Chongjue apparently had no intention of letting him sleep.
Su Hansheng had no idea when he fell asleep, only feeling his consciousness constantly sinking and floating. Hazily hearing Wendao Academy’s morning bell, he struggled to get up but his body wouldn’t obey, unable to move even a finger.
Probably getting docked points again.
Su Hansheng simply gave up, letting his consciousness fall into deeper depths, completely falling asleep.
When he woke again, it was already dark.
Su Hansheng stared dazedly at the bed canopy overhead, taking a long time to remember he had class.
But looking at the time, even running wouldn’t make it.
Forget it.
Su Hansheng’s throat was dry. Listlessly planning to continue sleeping, as soon as he moved, he noticed a hand against his waist, continuously channeling spiritual energy from the palm into his core, soothing his meridians and spirit’s exhaustion.
Su Hansheng’s waist was weak. He languidly rolled over to look.
Chongjue was half-propped against the pillow, holding a book scroll and reading by candlelight. Sensing Su Hansheng waking, his gaze fell from the book, saying gently, “You’re awake.”
Su Hansheng’s voice was hoarse. “What time is it?”
“Midnight.”
Su Hansheng immediately became alert. “I slept a whole day?”
“Yes,” Chongjue said. “I’ve already asked for leave for you.”
Su Hansheng said hopefully, “I just took several days off, came back for one day of class, and now need leave again—the Discipline Hall agreed?”
“They did,” Chongjue nodded. “But that Chief Enforcer is principled and docked you three points.”
Su Hansheng: “…”
Might as well not have asked for leave!
When troubles pile up, you stop counting.
Su Hansheng had been docked too many points. He simply stopped caring, leaning into Chongjue’s embrace and saying sullenly, “The World-Honored One looks so proper, but plays quite wildly.”
Chongjue: “…”
Seeing Su Hansheng’s pale face, Chongjue coughed, unconsciously circulating the spiritual energy in his hand faster.
Clearly feeling quite guilty.
Su Hansheng brushed his hand away, saying irritably, “I take back yesterday’s words. My father beating you once wasn’t unfair—he should have beaten you to death.”
Chongjue was needled into silence for a long time before finally retaliating faintly, “You can also call him over now. Anyway, I’ve been channeling spiritual energy into you for half a day. Right now my meridians and core are empty, unable to fight back. One palm would kill me.”
Su Hansheng: “?”
Su Hansheng couldn’t believe such roguish words came from this person’s mouth. He stared incredulously for a long time before saying sarcastically, “Oh, so it’s my fault for being so weak, getting knocked unconscious after just one night of being toyed with by the World-Honored One, wasting your spiritual energy.”
Chongjue: “…Not really.”
Seeing him retreat, Su Hansheng immediately pursued relentlessly. “I should be strong as an immortal, full of energy no matter what, so as not to disappoint the World-Honored One and let you have your fill!”
Seeing him getting angrier, Chongjue could only raise his hand to press him into his embrace, his warm palm supporting the back of his neck, intermittently soothing him like calming a bristling cat.
“It’s my fault. Don’t be angry.”
Su Hansheng choked.
Chongjue rarely coaxed him so directly. And Su Hansheng, having never received such delicate affection growing up, immediately lost steam when this move was deployed—no matter how angry, he couldn’t sustain it.
“I’m… I’m not angry,” Su Hansheng said, rubbing his face against Chongjue’s collar. His gaze caught the book in his hand, changing the subject. “What are you reading? Buddhist sutras?”
After breaking the precept against lust, what good would reading sutras do?
“No,” Chongjue said, patting his head calmly. “The texts for your exams this year.”
Su Hansheng froze. “Huh? Why are you reading that in your spare time?”
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“In this condition and you still want to dual cultivate?”
Su Hansheng scoffed coldly. “In the hot spring it was hard to use force properly. I was careless—that’s why it went that way. This time I absolutely won’t surrender so easily.”
Chongjue raised an eyebrow.
Half an hour later, a hand extended from the bed curtains, desperately gripping the bed’s edge trying to crawl out.
Su Hansheng’s face was covered in tears, sobbing. “I surrender! Help!”
Chongjue: “…”
***
He couldn’t afford to lose more points.
The next morning, Su Hansheng was forced up from bed by this thought, going to class bleary-eyed.
Yuan Qian had arrived early. Seeing Su Hansheng’s unsteady appearance, he raised an eyebrow slightly, extending his serpent tail tip to skillfully place it on Su Hansheng’s leg.
Su Hansheng accidentally brushed against his waist and abdomen, nearly vomiting. He irritably batted away the snake tail. “Get lost.”
Yuan Qian said with a grin, “Why did the Young Lord take leave yesterday?”
Su Hansheng glanced at him. “Is that your business?”
“Not my business, not my business,” Yuan Qian said, eyes narrowed in a smile. “It’s just that yesterday the instructor assigned homework. I don’t know if you did it?”
Su Hansheng looked at him in surprise. “I took leave—why would I do homework?”
Yuan Qian said, “How would I know? Today’s Heart Method class is apparently getting a new instructor. He doesn’t care whether you took leave yesterday.”
Su Hansheng’s face turned green.
Why change instructors for no reason?
Su Hansheng hated Heart Method class the most. That instructor spoke so slowly it was deadly. Every time he lectured on heart methods, Su Hansheng was so drowsy he could only doze. But at least the instructor was absorbed in heart methods himself and rarely cared if they slept.
At year-end, the only subject Su Hansheng failed was Heart Method.
He’d thought he could catch up on sleep today, but they were changing instructors?
Already annoyed about getting up early, Su Hansheng was even more displeased, sullenly flipping through his book.
Soon, the morning bell rang.
Su Hansheng was looking down listlessly at his book when he suddenly heard everyone in Shangshan Hall draw out a long, heavy “Ohhh—” as if seeing something incredible.
Even Yuan Qian behind him unconsciously swished his tail, nearly swatting Su Hansheng aside.
Su Hansheng propped himself up to sit properly, looking up in confusion, then froze in place.
The new instructor wore plain white robes, his pale, slender fingers holding a brand-new scroll as he walked slowly forward. His gentle, jade-like eyes swept over the restless students before finally stopping calmly on Su Hansheng.
It was Chongjue.
Su Hansheng’s eyes went wide.
Out of nowhere, how did he become an instructor?!
The entire Shangshan Hall was also incredulous, unable to believe Mount Sumeru’s World-Honored One would actually teach these young students. Everyone’s eyes were shining, extremely excited.
Chongjue calmly placed the scroll on the instructor’s small table, his tone gentle like reciting sutras in a Buddhist hall, unconsciously bringing peace to people’s hearts.
“From now on, I will be Shangshan Hall’s instructor.”
With just one sentence, Shangshan Hall’s roof nearly blew off. Everyone gazed eagerly at the rarely-seen World-Honored One. Even the most unruly students were shocked into showing only obedient attentiveness.
Except for Su Hansheng.
Su Hansheng secretly glared at Chongjue.
He hadn’t even told him about becoming an instructor—this person did it on purpose.
Chongjue’s eyes carried a smile as he began teaching.
Usually in Heart Method class, the students slept en masse. But now everyone was full of energy, wishing they had several extra pairs of ears to listen to the World-Honored One’s lecture.
Even clan elders rarely saw the World-Honored One, much less heard him preach. This was truly a once-in-a-millennium great opportunity.
No matter how boring the heart method techniques, when spoken in Chongjue’s tone—which seemed capable of cleansing all worldly filth—people couldn’t help but listen raptly.
But Su Hansheng felt it was extremely strange.
Having finally escaped the uncle-nephew relationship, now they had teacher-student.
He sat there sullenly saying nothing. Yuan Qian was quite enthusiastic, using his tail tip to hook a paper ball and pass it under the desk to Su Hansheng.
Su Hansheng frowned and opened it, seeing on the crumpled paper:
「The World-Honored One preaching is a once-in-a-millennium sight—he must be here for you, Yuanxiao Young Lord!」
Su Hansheng pursed his lips, writing back: 「Yuanxiao your head! I already hated Heart Method. Now he insists on teaching it.」
Yuan Qian: 「Last year you failed only Heart Method and got docked several points. Now it’s perfect—the World-Honored One is the instructor. Just whisper some pillow talk and those points are easily in hand!」
Su Hansheng tilted his head.
That actually made sense.
Su Hansheng: 「Would that really work? Isn’t that using connections?」
Yuan Qian: 「It works. If the World-Honored One won’t agree, just act cute.」
Su Hansheng: “…”
Act cute?
Seeing those two words, he shuddered, feeling he probably couldn’t do something like acting cute in this lifetime.
He was about to write when he suddenly felt Yuan Qian’s tail tip swipe his waist again.
Su Hansheng frowned, about to write and curse him, when a shadow slowly fell over him.
Someone stopped beside him.
Su Hansheng stiffened, tentatively looking up.
Chongjue had somehow already risen from the instructor’s desk and walked to his side, looking down at him with a half-smile.
Su Hansheng: “…”
Su Hansheng instinctively tried to hide the paper ball under the desk.
Chongjue raised his hand toward him. “Hand it over.”
Su Hansheng choked, trembling as he passed the paper ball to him.
All the students in Shangshan Hall looked over with pity.
Chongjue’s eyes were cool as he scanned the few sentences between them, finally stopping on the two words “act cute.”
Su Hansheng was dying of guilt, wishing he could snatch it back and swallow it.
Just as everyone was anxiously thinking the World-Honored One would make trouble, they saw him hand the note back, his tone calm. “Pay attention in class.”
Su Hansheng awkwardly took the note back, randomly stuffing it under his desk.
“Yes.”
Only then did Chongjue walk back and continue teaching.
There were only two Heart Method classes in the morning. Su Hansheng sat restlessly, finally enduring until the bell rang.
Chongjue didn’t drag the class out either, taking several scrolls and slowly leaving the hall.
As soon as he left, the entire hall immediately erupted in excited chatter.
“The World-Honored One is actually teaching us! I need to tell my father immediately—our ancestors’ graves are glowing green!”
“I’ll definitely never skip Heart Method class again!”
Yuan Qian had been secretly laughing for half the class, his tail tip trembling.
Su Hansheng glared back at him irritably. “It’s all your fault!”
Yuan Qian coughed a few times. “We didn’t write anything bad. Don’t be scared.”
Su Hansheng muttered quietly, “You’re the scared one.”
He gathered his books and left the hall.
Just as he descended the wooden steps and looked up slightly, he saw Chongjue—who had left long ago—standing under a distant phoenix tree. His white robes billowed in the wind, his black hair elegant, ethereal as a deity.
Su Hansheng’s steps paused.
Chongjue looked up and saw him, smiling and beckoning.
“Come here.”
Su Hansheng quickly ran to his side. Having run too hastily, he couldn’t help but gasp twice, looking up at him. “Why haven’t you left yet?”
“I went to get your previous Heart Method homework from the former instructor,” Chongjue said, waving a stack of scrolls with a half-smile. “Well done, Yuanxiao Young Lord. Out of twenty heart methods, you only remember two?”
Su Hansheng: “…”
Su Hansheng muttered, “His lectures were too boring. It went in one ear and out the other. Remembering two is already exceptional talent.”
Chongjue was almost amused by his anger.
Quite good at making excuses.
“Are my lectures boring?” Chongjue asked him.
Su Hansheng shook his head. “Not boring, but with your beautiful face there, I only focused on looking at you. I couldn’t listen to the heart methods—I probably can’t even remember two now.”
Chongjue: “…”
Chongjue raised his hand and tapped his head. “Smooth talker.”
Su Hansheng coughed dryly, recalling Yuan Qian’s words, looking at him hopefully. “If I don’t pass the Heart Method course for graduation next year, will the instructor use his connections to give me extra points as a special exception?”
Chongjue smiled gently.
Su Hansheng’s hopes grew.
Chongjue said, “…No.”
Su Hansheng: “…”
“Without those points I can’t graduate!” Su Hansheng glared at him. “Seems you don’t really want to register with me. I’ll just tell my father.”
Chongjue smiled faintly. “Is this how you act cute to ask for points?”
Su Hansheng was silenced again.
He discovered that Chongjue looked like an enlightened monk on the surface, but was truly full of schemes.
Su Hansheng coughed, reaching out to tug Chongjue’s wide sleeve, looking at him and tentatively saying, “If I act cute, you’ll give me points?”
Chongjue thought about it. “Maybe.”
Su Hansheng immediately felt there was a chance. He worked hard to prepare, looking hopefully at Chongjue and clumsily acting cute.
“Uncle, Instructor, have pity on me and let me pass.”
Su Hansheng’s scalp nearly tingled from his own words. Just as he was embarrassingly unsure what to do, he keenly noticed Chongjue’s dark eyes contract slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Su Hansheng: “?”
This bastard acts all refined and gentle, but actually likes this?!
Su Hansheng secretly cursed him, but expectantly said, “Uncle, will you?”
Chongjue reached out to touch Su Hansheng’s cheek, seemingly moved.
After a moment, he said, “No.”
Su Hansheng: “…”
Su Hansheng almost committed the great transgression of punching that handsome face. Furious, he threw the books into his arms and stormed off angrily.
Chongjue held the books and followed, coaxing him. “With your intelligence, you can pass without me going easy on you.”
Su Hansheng ignored his excuses, marching forward furiously.
Seeing Chongjue following leisurely, he quickly changed from walking to jogging, finally racing up the back mountain like it was a competition.
Su Hansheng ran with the thought of shaking off that hateful person behind him. But when he ran with his head down to a deserted path and didn’t hear familiar footsteps behind him, his heart suddenly panicked with belated fear.
He stopped, frozen for a moment before tentatively turning around.
Chongjue stood ten steps away, holding books, his eyes gazing at him gently.
Su Hansheng froze, that empty anxious feeling instantly filled.
“Why are you so slow?”
Chongjue made an agreeable sound. “The books are too heavy. Couldn’t keep up.”
Su Hansheng was almost amused by his shameless lie. Keeping a straight face, he descended from the steps, took his own books, raised his chin slightly, giving him a “keep up” look.
Chongjue’s eyes were full of warm smiles that couldn’t dissolve. He finally stepped forward, walking side by side with him.
“I’ve noticed you’re losing that untouchable flower demeanor more and more. Before, you were so full of Buddhist tranquility—sitting there with your prayer beads, lighting incense burners, like a Buddha statue. I was scared to even look at you.”
“Mm? Probably because those close to vermilion become red.”
“…Don’t think I don’t understand you’re mocking me. Where am I black?”
“Not mocking.”
“Are you treating me like an idiot?”
“…”
As early autumn arrived, the lush greenery of the back mountain was blown by a cool breeze into dazzling gold.
As fallen leaves gently drifted down, two intertwined figures climbed the mountain steps.
All paths are impermanent, all dharmas are illusions.
Ultimately, different paths lead to the same destination.
***
T/N: Main story completed~ Extras on the way~
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