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The Three Pure Ones watched the entire process of Ye Chuanze's tribulation transformation, feeling a sense of melancholy and loss. Although they had known from the beginning that since Hongjun dared to say that Ye Chuanze would take human form in three days, he must have been confident that this transformation would succeed. Hongjun never undertook tasks without assurance, nor did he speak recklessly. However, witnessing the scene made the Three Pure Ones feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"Master, he is being too biased," Sky-Connecting couldn't help but complain.
The sudden burst of golden light from Ye Chuanze was immediately recognized by the Three Pure Ones as Merit Golden Light. Ye Chuanze had always acted as if it were none of his business; how could he have accumulated so much Merit? The Three Pure Ones quickly deduced that this Merit Golden Light was likely related to Hongjun. The only Merit Ye Chuanze could claim was that which came from Hongjun's teachings.
As direct disciples of Hongjun, the Three Pure Ones naturally knew many things that outsiders did not, including the matter of the Merit Golden Lotus. They understood that the Golden Lotus that emerged during Hongjun's teachings was indeed a genuine Merit Golden Lotus, yet they never dared to absorb it or even entertain such thoughts. To them, this Merit belonged solely to Hongjun, and outsiders could not touch it, including themselves. Now, they suddenly realized that their junior brother had secretly absorbed what originally belonged to their master long before they were aware. Clearly, this was done with Hongjun's tacit approval.
Hongjun's actions were indeed too biased; no wonder Sky-Connecting would say such a thing. They had seen favoritism towards junior disciples before, but never to this extent.
Primordial looked into the distance as Hongjun bent down to pick up the newly transformed Ye Chuanze. His expression was cold as he said, "Sky-Connecting, be cautious with your words!"
Even among disciples, there are distinctions in closeness. Primordial lowered his gaze slightly; to Hongjun, they were disciples inheriting his teachings and legacy. However, Ye Chuanze was never just that to Hongjun. Their relationship resembled long-time friends more than a typical master-disciple bond. Ye Chuanze's attitude towards Hongjun was overly casual and lacked respect, while Hongjun indulged him.
For a moment, the Three Pure Ones were speechless, each lost in thought.
A grown man's body still carries considerable weight; Hongjun held Ye Chuanze securely in his arms without any sign of strain. If one overlooked his profound and unfathomable cultivation level and merely focused on his appearance, Hongjun resembled a refined and elegant young nobleman who seemed incapable of harming even a chicken. The sight of him steadily holding an adult man of similar stature was somewhat surprising.
Thus, one should not judge by appearances; the seemingly delicate young nobleman possessed an unfathomable depth of power that instilled fear. He appeared indifferent and desireless but was deeply calculating and meticulous.
Ye Chuanze had never liked Hongjun; rather than dislike, it was more accurate to say he feared him. Ye Chuanze never considered himself a clever person; his intelligence always seemed insufficient for schemes and intrigues—he would undoubtedly be the one to fall victim to them. He was self-aware and thus never engaged in intellectual battles or plots; he preferred straightforwardness—approaching those he liked and distancing himself from those he did not.
However, some people cannot be easily avoided; it seemed there was a force pulling together two individuals who should have remained unrelated. The deeper the entanglement grew, the more complicated it became.
Just like with Hongjun.
Ye Chuanze feared Hongjun but had no choice but to rely on his strength. Initially wanting nothing to do with him for self-preservation and to avoid being manipulated, he found himself repeatedly encountering him and receiving favors from him. Karma intertwined their fates and ultimately forged an unbreakable bond between master and disciple.
Ye Chuanze's black hair fell over his cheeks as he closed his eyes against Hongjun's chest, gradually sinking into thought.
Hongjun held him securely in both arms as he walked toward his chamber.
The gauzy curtains hung down, and the palace lanterns were splendid.
Hongjun carefully placed Ye Chuanze onto the intricately carved mahogany bed, raising his eyes to scrutinize his face. This handsome yet fierce unfamiliar face felt somewhat strange to him. The impression Ye Chuanze had always left him was that of a beautiful and delicate young man with long black hair cascading down his back and captivating features. However, the man before him still had those captivating features, but his youthful delicacy had faded, revealing a more heroic and handsome visage.
His disciple had grown up.
Hongjun thought to himself, a sudden wave of comfort rising within him. He was pleased to see Ye Chuanze's growth, just as he anticipated Ye Chuanze's strength. Even though he found this version of Ye Chuanze unfamiliar and distant, it still brought him solace.
Faced with the growth of his beloved disciple, he felt joy and contentment, neglecting the slight sense of loss that lingered in his heart as he slowly adapted to accepting that his disciple had transformed into a true man.
The fledgling leaves the nest, the young eagle spreads its wings; this is inevitable.
All he could do was accept it.
For a moment, Hongjun felt a sense of melancholy.
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When Ye Chuanze awoke, Hongjun was already gone. He propped himself up slightly, his unbound dark hair cascading down like ink. His gaze paused momentarily, lost in thought. At that moment, memories of the past flooded back to him, and he finally understood everything Hongjun had planned for him. His successful transformation during this tribulation was entirely thanks to Hongjun. If it weren't for Hongjun having meticulously arranged everything beforehand, he would likely have failed.
For a moment, Ye Chuanze felt a surge of emotion; in the past, he had resented Hongjun for being so cunning. Yet now it was precisely because of his meticulous planning that he had succeeded in transforming. Feeling somewhat moved and guilty, Ye Chuanze realized that he had been too prejudiced against Hongjun.
After pondering for a while, Ye Chuanze concluded that no matter how deep Hongjun's schemes were or how profound his insights might be, he would always be his master. He should respect and cherish him rather than reject or be wary of him. In this ancient era of battling against heaven and earth known as Primordial, being shrewd was far better than being foolish—provided that Hongjun did not scheme against him.
Looking down at his well-defined abs and chest, a hint of satisfaction flickered in Ye Chuanze's eyes. His abdomen was flat with no excess fat; his limbs were long and toned, exuding a masculine allure. He glanced around the room and frowned slightly; he had no clothes to wear. Neither his own collection nor what Rahul had left for him contained anything as trivial as clothing.
Now still bare-skinned, Ye Chuanze felt troubled; he couldn't possibly walk out naked! Although he didn't mind personally, it didn't mean others wouldn't care. Just as he was caught up in his dilemma, Hongjun walked in carrying a stack of neatly folded clothes.
As Hongjun entered the chamber, the first thing he saw was Ye Chuanze sitting on the bed without any clothes on. His gaze swept over Ye Chuanze's fair and muscular chest and paused slightly. Noticing his gaze, Ye Chuanze turned to look at him; seeing that Hongjun was observing him with calm composure and no trace of embarrassment or awkwardness made him feel at ease. He confidently displayed his bare body without any shame, feeling proud of his perfect physique that combined strength and beauty, completely indifferent to others' gazes.
Hongjun withdrew his gaze, walked up to him, and handed him the clothes he was holding. His voice was cold and concise as he said two words, "Put it on."
"Thank you," Ye Chuanze replied, standing up to take the clothes and attempting to put them on.
After a flurry of awkward movements, Ye Chuanze still failed to wear the outfit properly. He frowned, looking at the wrinkled clothes crumpled on the bed with a deep expression of frustration, seemingly confused about how to wear them.
Standing by and watching coldly, Hongjun felt helpless. He sighed lightly and said, "Raise your arms; I will teach you how to dress. Remember my movements; next time you need to learn to dress yourself."
Hongjun first helped Ye Chuanze put on the white inner garment, then draped a black long robe over him. The cuffs of the robe were embroidered with dark golden patterns. He then picked up a black belt and tied it around him, saying, "Sit on the bed." Ye Chuanze complied and sat at the edge of the bed. Hongjun bent down, lifted his left leg, and helped him put on the black legging, then switched to his right leg.
After completing this series of actions, Ye Chuanze was fully dressed in black from head to toe.
Hongjun examined him a few times and felt satisfied; black suited Ye Chuanze well, enhancing his sharp demeanor like a blade and highlighting his handsome features.
Ye Chuanze didn't think much about it; he simply felt that black was good—durable, stain-resistant, easy to wash, and could be worn for a long time without needing a change. This was the most genuine thought of a man who had been single for years without anyone to help him with laundry.
Seeing Ye Chuanze's long black hair casually hanging down, Hongjun furrowed his brow and asked, "Can you tie your hair?"
Ye Chuanze fell silent at this question, gazing at Hongjun's hair that was simply tied into a bun with a wooden hairpin, which seemed like a complicated process.
Noticing this, Hongjun felt helpless again and picked up the Jade Hairpin that had been set aside. He slowed down his movements and styled Ye Chuanze's hair into a bun, asking, "Did you see clearly? Can you do it?"
Ye Chuanze continued to remain silent and expressionless.
"..." Hongjun.
With a sigh, Hongjun said, "Be careful when you sleep at night; don't mess up your hair."
Hearing this, Ye Chuanze raised his eyes and looked at him expressionlessly.
"..." Hongjun.
The next day, when Hongjun looked at the man standing in front of him with long, flowing black hair and a gaze fixed on him, he felt helpless. After a moment, Hongjun conceded defeat and accepted the Jade Hairpin he offered, tying his hair up for him.
The third day went on like this.
The fourth day continued in the same manner.
...
Ye Chuanze still hadn’t learned how to tie his own hair, but Hongjun had gotten used to having someone show up every morning, asking him to style his hair.
In the evening, Ye Chuanze reached up and pulled out the Jade Hairpin from his hair, attempting to tie it himself but failing time and again. After a while, in frustration, he gave up and simply twisted a bun with a regular hairpin. It was just too challenging. Forget it; if he couldn't learn, that was fine—after all, Hongjun would do it for him. Worst case scenario, he would cling to Hongjun for a lifetime and let him style his hair. After all, Hongjun had nothing better to do each day anyway; it would give him something to occupy himself with.
Ye Chuanze thought to himself as he resignedly accepted this idea.
The next morning, he appeared punctually in Hongjun's chamber again, holding the jade hairpin in his hand.
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