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Ye Chuanze flew towards the Purple Cloud Palace, feeling anxious. It seemed he had done quite a few things recently that angered Hongjun. Ye Chuanze reflected on his recent actions and silently lit a candle for himself. Hongjun was known for being petty and holding grudges; although he often presented himself as an aloof figure who didn't bother with mortals, deep down he cared more than anyone else.
It seemed that people from Xuanmen were all like this—saying one thing while meaning another, refusing to admit it. Both Hongjun and the Three Pure Ones were like this. Ye Chuanze remembered that the Three Pure Ones would eventually have conflicts among themselves, and the War of the Gods was precisely the conflict between Primordial and Sky-Connecting. Thinking about how well the Three Pure Ones got along now, especially how much Primordial took care of Sky-Connecting, it was hard to imagine that these two brothers would later become enemies and spark a great war.
Lost in thought, Ye Chuanze only snapped back to reality when he saw the grand gates of the Purple Cloud Palace. His heart raced at the sight of the towering gates, unsure of how Hongjun would feel about his arrival. He thought to himself, considering that he had come to admit his mistakes, at least he should be granted a complete body. Silently, he hoped for leniency in his self-surrender.
Upon arriving at the Purple Cloud Palace, Ye Chuanze landed and took a few steps forward, spotting Haotian guarding the entrance. With two topknots styled on his head, Haotian was dozing off at the door, his head bobbing like a chick pecking at grains. Watching this scene made Ye Chuanze twitch his lips. It seemed every time he visited the Purple Cloud Palace, this was what he found. The future ruler of the heavenly realm, the Jade Emperor, was being watched over by Hongjun at this gate for thousands of years—truly impressive! Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that Hongjun had such great power that even his two attendants could become rulers of heaven.
“Haotian junior brother,” Ye Chuanze called out as he walked in. “Wake up!”
Hearing someone call him, Haotian opened his eyes, rubbed them sleepily, and upon recognizing Ye Chuanze, exclaimed with delight, “Brother Ye, you’re here! The Dao Ancestor instructed me that if you came, you should go directly to the Jade Warm Pavilion to find him.”
“...Did he really say that?” Ye Chuanze asked, beginning to guess how Hongjun felt at that moment.
“Yes, that’s exactly what the Dao Ancestor said,” confirmed Haotian.
Half of Ye Chuanze's heart sank as he continued to ask, “When did he give you this instruction?”
“It’s been several days! Let me think... Ah, it was five days ago!” replied Haotian.
This is bad; there’s no saving it now! Ye Chuanze lamented internally; five days ago was precisely when he went to Qingqiu Mountain with Kitsunetsu!
Standing at the entrance of the Purple Cloud Palace, he hesitated for a long time without moving. Suddenly, he didn’t want to walk into danger anymore. Forget about voluntarily surrendering for leniency or seeking early reincarnation; those were all empty thoughts! The only thing that mattered was staying alive—who would willingly seek death?
Should I go back to Buzhou Mountain? Maybe I should never come back to the Purple Cloud Palace. Ye Chuanze contemplated seriously; since Hongjun rarely left the palace, even if he was angry, he wouldn’t come all the way to Buzhou Mountain to catch him!
"Why aren't you coming in yet?"
Suddenly, a cold yet deafening shout echoed from within the Purple Cloud Palace. Ye Chuanze immediately jolted, his thoughts vanishing in an instant. He scrambled into the Purple Cloud Palace, nearly losing his wits from fright.
Ye Chuanze stood outside the Jade Warm Pavilion, frozen in place. He glanced at the closed redwood door in front of him and then looked down at his own toes, hesitating to enter.
"What are you doing standing out there? Hurry up and come in!" The cold voice from inside suggested that the speaker was not in a good mood.
Realizing he couldn't escape, Ye Chuanze gritted his teeth and pushed the door open, entering with a face full of feigned bravery.
Inside, Hongjun was dressed in nothing but a loose blue robe, its collar wide open, revealing a glimpse of his chest. The garment hung loosely around him, secured only by a belt at his waist. His long silver hair was tied up high with a jade hairpin, accentuating his slender and graceful neck. Hongjun casually leaned against a soft couch, flipping through a bamboo scroll with his long fingers, which held the ancient scroll that glimmered with an icy sheen like jade.
Ye Chuanze stared in awe; he had never seen such an elegant and intellectual side of Hongjun. This version of Hongjun exuded an indescribable intellectual beauty, reminiscent of a clear spring in the mountains or green bamboo in the forest—fresh, natural, and beautiful. Unlike his usual noble and aloof demeanor, this side of Hongjun was even more captivating, stirring within Ye Chuanze an overwhelming desire to dominate him.
As this impulse grew stronger within him, Ye Chuanze tilted his head slightly, puzzled by why he felt this way. The urge to overpower him intensified; he wanted to undress him, kiss every inch of him, and then wantonly ravage and possess him, biting him until he cried.
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Ye Chuanze's desire surged even more intensely. His gaze deepened as waves of lust washed over him. He swallowed hard and licked his dry lips. What was happening? Was it because he had been too restrained for too long? Ye Chuanze furrowed his brow slightly; perhaps it was just that today’s Hongjun was exceptionally alluring.
"What are you thinking about?" Hongjun suddenly spoke up, his gaze fixed on Ye Chuanze's lustful expression, darkening slightly.
Hongjun's cool voice felt like a bucket of cold water poured over Ye Chuanze's head, bringing him back to reality. He looked at Hongjun for a moment before replying, "Nothing much; I just didn't expect to see Master looking like this."
Hongjun casually set aside the bamboo scroll in his hand and said, "If you came to the Purple Cloud Palace more often, you wouldn't find it surprising. Come sit down; why are you standing there?"
Is he complaining that I don't visit the Purple Cloud Palace often enough? Ye Chuanze thought to himself as he obediently walked over and sat beside Hongjun.
As soon as he sat down, Hongjun pulled him into an embrace. Ye Chuanze was taken aback; he leaned against Hongjun's chest and looked up at him. Unbeknownst to him, his eyes glistened with moisture, sparkling like clear springs disturbed by pebbles, creating ripples of emotion.
Hongjun's fingers touched his face, a wave of coolness spreading through him, and Ye Chuanze realized that his face was already so hot.
"Why is your face so hot?" Hongjun frowned, his icy fingers gliding over his skin, tracing the contours of his cheek. The cold sensation traveled from Hongjun's fingertips to Ye Chuanze's body, making his burning face feel much more comfortable. However, deep inside, he felt an increasing desire for more, wanting to feel even better...
Ye Chuanze recalled how Hongjun had been flipping through the bamboo slips just moments ago, and now those long, fair, beautiful fingers were touching his face. The movements were gentle and delicate, causing Ye Chuanze to involuntarily squint his eyes as his cheek rubbed against Hongjun's fingers.
Feeling his movement, Hongjun paused for a moment before reaching out to gently caress his face, whispering, "So hot."
"Master..." Ye Chuanze called softly, his voice gentle and hoarse, "Disciple... misses you."
Then with a roll, Ye Chuanze turned and pinned Hongjun down onto the soft couch.
Ye Chuanze half-leaned on Hongjun, slightly raising his head to see Hongjun pressed beneath him on the soft couch. His handsome and noble face wore a calm expression without a trace of anger or surprise; his gaze was serene and indulgent as he looked at him. It was as if he were pampering a spoiled little puppy, showing no signs of impatience or anger.
Ye Chuanze tilted his head slightly, looking somewhat displeased; clearly, Hongjun's unperturbed expression left him unsatisfied.
"Don't you want it?" Ye Chuanze asked as he looked down at him.
"Do you want it?" Hongjun countered with a question.
"I do," Ye Chuanze answered honestly, admitting that today’s Hongjun was particularly attractive to him.
"Master, do as you wish," Hongjun closed his eyes and said in a calm tone.
These words acted like a key unlocking a cage, releasing a beast that had long been hungry and baring its teeth.
Ye Chuanze gazed at Hongjun, who lay on the soft couch with closed eyes and an expression of calm surrender, seemingly contemplating how to proceed.
He suddenly reached out and pulled the jade hairpin from Hongjun's hair, causing his silver hair to cascade down onto the soft couch. Ye Chuanze lowered his head and placed a kiss on the flowing silver locks, then another kiss on the side of Hongjun's neck, gentle and lingering.
Then he began kissing down along the neck, leaving a series of wet kisses, sometimes fierce, sometimes with strong sucking, leaving behind dark purple marks. Finally, after thoroughly licking Hongjun's neck, Ye Chuanze moved on to kiss his collarbone.
Ye Chuanze's movements became more intense, his kisses turning into bites, mixing desire with a hint of sadism. Lying on the soft couch, Hongjun frowned slightly; Ye Chuanze's vigorous actions brought him a twinge of pain, yet he remained silent, enduring and indulging in this tormenting affection.
Following the collarbone downwards, Ye Chuanze left distinct marks on Hongjun's exposed chest, his hands beginning to undo Hongjun's belt. The belt was ripped off and carelessly tossed aside as Ye Chuanze pulled open Hongjun's clothing. He lowered his head and took one of the crimson tips on his chest into his mouth, biting down hard.
Hongjun couldn't help but gasp sharply, his brows knitting together.
After Ye Chuanze had played enough with those two points on his chest, he finally released them and reached for Hongjun's clothing again, intending to tear away this last barrier. But he suddenly found his hand caught.
Ye Chuanze looked down at the hand gripping him, tilted his head slightly, and gazed at Hongjun with a puzzled expression, questioning what was happening.
"Let go—" Ye Chuanze said hoarsely; he was not pleased as he was in the middle of something exciting!
Lying on the soft couch, Hongjun suddenly smiled at him. One hand firmly held onto Ye Chuanze's hand, not letting go no matter how much he struggled. Hongjun calmly watched Ye Chuanze squirm in an attempt to break free from his hold. Slowly sitting up, he reached out with his other hand to caress Ye Chuanze's face and softly said, "The first time was on Fuxi's birthday; you abandoned your master and went alone to celebrate for Fuxi. You even sincerely made a gift by hand; I have never received anything from you before, let alone something handmade."
"..." Ye Chuanze.
"The second time was when Kitsunetsu proposed; you didn't refuse."
"I did refuse!" Ye Chuanze immediately defended himself.
"Refused... did you?" Hongjun smiled gently.
"..." Ye Chuanze.
"Third time, publicly confessing love to Fuxi."
"No! I didn't! I only have friendship with Fuxi, nothing more." Ye Chuanze stated, emphasizing the fundamental principle of the situation. He absolutely could not make a mistake; no meant no, and even if there was something, it was still nothing, otherwise the consequences would be dire!
"Three strikes and you're out. I have warned you before. A disobedient disciple must be punished." Hongjun's fingers gently traced his eyes and caressed his cheek.
"...Three strikes and you're out, but this hasn't happened yet. Master, I was wrong! Please spare me, give me another chance!" Ye Chuanze pleaded desperately.
"Fourth time, instead of returning to Purple Cloud Palace to accompany me, you went to Qingqiu Mountain with Kitsunetsu. I heard the Fox Clan is preparing for your wedding with Kitsunetsu?" Hongjun said, applying pressure with his finger, his nail cutting into Ye Chuanze's face. Instantly, a line of blood appeared on Ye Chuanze's face, a droplet seeping out.
Hongjun leaned down slightly, extending his tongue to lightly lick the blood from the wound on Ye Chuanze's face. After a long moment, he released him and whispered in his ear, "Now, do you have anything to say? Are you willing to accept your punishment?"
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