The young master taught him the Heart-Clearing Mantra

Weisheng Tou leaned over his motorcycle and called Mo Chongxi.

"Hello?"

The moment Mo Chongxi heard the wind on Weisheng Tou's end, he knew the brat was about to stir up trouble again.

"Did you look into the person I asked you about two days ago?"

Weisheng Tou dispensed with all pleasantries.

"Oh, Mo Runyan? Isn't he the boy Young Master Mo Lu's mother adopted? He was quite an ambitious young fellow while studying in the Federation. On the surface, there's nothing unusual about him."

"Get to the point."

Weisheng Tou barely held back his impatience.

"Below the surface, he has some ties to the witches in the Federation. Probably because the Mo Family won't teach him Zhu You arts, so he wants to learn some outside black magic?"

Mo Chongxi sighed, then warned him sternly,

"I'm warning you, don't provoke Mo Runyan. That's the Mo Family's internal business. An outsider like you has no place getting involved."

Weisheng Tou frowned and hung up.

Mo Chongxi clicked his tongue at his Communication Band-sometimes Weisheng Tou's foul temper really drove him mad. He couldn't even say thank you.

Weisheng Tou raced along the mountain road.

He wanted to kill Mo Runyan.

Because Mo Runyan gave him a very bad feeling.

But Mo Runyan was the son Mo Lu's parents had adopted. Yes, Aunt Linglan's adopted son. He couldn't kill him.

All he could do was try his best to keep Mo Runyan from hurting Mo Lu.

But if Mo Runyan used witchcraft to hurt the young master...

Weisheng Tou tightened his grip until his hands clenched rigidly.

He had to admit that he couldn't help the young master.

Because he knew nothing about witchcraft.

The sweltering midsummer wind swept through Weisheng Tou's hair, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

So damned annoying. I'll make that idiot from the Lu Family suffer a little more later.

By the time Weisheng Tou returned to Lan Mountain Residence, Mo Lu had just finished cultivating.

Sitting in the Quiet Room, Mo Lu ordered evenly, "Weisheng Tou, come in."

Hearing Mo Lu's voice, Ye Liang immediately reported, "Young master, Weisheng Tou went out this afternoon without your permission."

Weisheng Tou, who had only just returned, cast Ye Liang a cold glance, then pushed open the door and entered.

Mo Lu looked at Weisheng Tou, frowned, and asked bluntly, "Did you kill someone?"

"...I did not."

Weisheng Tou lowered his head.

He had clearly changed his clothes and gotten rid of the smell of blood.

"Who did you kill? Why?"

Mo Lu tapped his fingers against the table beside the couch, his peach blossom eyes utterly devoid of warmth.

Seeing how certain Mo Lu was, Weisheng Tou knew he couldn't hide this from him.

Weisheng Tou immediately dropped to one knee and bowed his head. "Lu Sa of the Lu Family. Because he deserved to die."

"The Lu Family."

Mo Lu stopped tapping the table.

"Young master, I'm sorry. I acted rashly."

Mo Lu looked down at Weisheng Tou, his voice icy.

"You certainly did act rashly, Weisheng Tou. But sometimes I really wonder-is that pitiful act you put on in front of me all for show?"

There had been no word from the Lu Family yet, which meant Weisheng Tou had done a clean, efficient job. He had done this sort of thing often before.

And Weisheng Tou had already taken care of his clothes. If not for Mo Lu's curse techniques and the naturally keen sense of smell of the Witch Doctor Family, he really wouldn't have been able to tell what Weisheng Tou had gone off to do.

He had killed someone behind Mo Lu's back, yet still put on this act in front of him.

Weisheng Tou.

Weisheng Tou.

Mo Lu narrowed his eyes slightly, studying the tall, powerfully built Alpha kneeling before him.

Weisheng Tou fell silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head to look at Mo Lu, his face full of stubborn defiance.

"Young master, Lu Sa deserved to die."

"Why?"

Mo Lu asked.

Weisheng Tou inwardly relaxed-he had been waiting for Mo Lu to ask that very question.

Some explanations couldn't be offered unprompted.

Weisheng Tou's lips moved slightly, and he adopted a hesitant expression.

"Speak." Mo Lu's brow furrowed slightly.

Weisheng Tou's face immediately flushed a little, and he lowered his head in shame.

"Because...he called you a charlatan, young master. He said you were always spouting mystical nonsense."

Mo Lu froze at the explanation.

Just because of that?!

Weisheng Tou seemed to notice Mo Lu's faint surprise.

He clenched his hands, deliberately letting wisps of his pheromones seep out, then lowered his gaze and said softly,

"I'm sorry, young master. It's just...I couldn't control myself."

Looking at Weisheng Tou and catching the faint scent of the Alpha's pheromones, Mo Lu found himself unable to voice any rebuke.

Nor could he bring himself to mention punishment.

Mo Lu rubbed his temples and asked with a sigh,

"You were at Lan Mountain Residence. How did you know what Lu Sa was saying?"

Weisheng Tou answered immediately, "Young master, I saw it on Ye Liang's Communication Band."

"Stop looking at those things when you have nothing to do."

Mo Lu frowned.

He didn't even need to think to know what sort of reports the Empire would publish.

They were simply an affront to the eyes.

Weisheng Tou bowed his head. "Yes, young master."

"We'll discuss this later. It's Saturday. Lie over there, lift your shirt, and lower your trousers."

Mo Lu picked up an ancient text entwined with vines from the nearby table, then took some paper and a brush as he spoke to Weisheng Tou.

Weisheng Tou said, "...Yes."

At last, it was happening.

He had been thinking about this all day.

The thought of Young Master Mo Lu writing and drawing on his body again filled him with unbearable excitement.

But he was also afraid he wouldn't be able to stop himself from doing something again.

Weisheng Tou took a deep breath and simply removed his shirt.

He recited two lines of the Calming Mantra he had previously learned from Mo Lu before lying down on the couch.

Listening to Weisheng Tou recite those two lines, Mo Lu couldn't help letting the corners of his lips curl slightly.

What was this fellow doing?

Trying to cast a spell on himself?

Seeing the faint smile flicker across Mo Lu's lips, Weisheng Tou felt utterly spellbound.

He didn't think he had ever seen Mo Lu smile before, except to sneer.

This was the first time.

He looked so beautiful.

Mo Lu sat beside Weisheng Tou and pressed his left hand to his lower abdomen.

The warm sensation instantly spread from Weisheng Tou's lower abdomen throughout his body.

Unlike in the bathroom, Mo Lu didn't merely feel out the curse technique. Instead, he used the fingers of his left hand to carefully trace the shape of the curse seal.

Sweat slowly trickled down Weisheng Tou's forehead.

Torture.

Even back when he had been in that cage, he had never been tortured like this.

He would rather have those scum from the Weisheng Family give him a hundred injections of anesthetic.

"Weisheng Tou, control yourself."

Mo Lu frowned.

Weisheng Tou was getting in his way.

Surely he couldn't keep moving it aside for him?

At that thought, Mo Lu's fingers trembled slightly.

Why did the curse technique have to be placed on his lower abdomen?

Weisheng Tou shuddered slightly, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to speak.

"Young master...I...hah..."

I can't control it.

Weisheng Tou closed his eyes and silently recited the Calming Mantra from that night.

Yet while the Calming Mantra worked when Mo Lu recited it, reciting it himself only filled his mind with more distracting thoughts.

Weisheng Tou murmured the mantra, but all he could think of was Mo Lu's lips opening and closing as he chanted for him.

Thin and moist...

Tempting...

Carrying the fragrance of white tea...

Hah...

It only became harder to bear.

Watching Weisheng Tou grow increasingly excited, Mo Lu finally couldn't stand it anymore. He stopped tracing the curse seal and placed his hand between Weisheng Tou's brows.

He sighed. "Weisheng Tou, this is how you recite the Heart-Clearing Mantra."

"Young master?" Weisheng Tou looked at him.

"Repeat after me."

Mo Lu gently closed his eyes.

"A clear heart is like water; clear water is the heart."

As Mo Lu spoke, a cool sensation spread from between Weisheng Tou's brows throughout his body.

Weisheng Tou repeated, "A clear heart is like water; clear water is the heart."

The coolness flowing into him from Mo Lu's fingertips seemed to find its direction, streaming toward the burning heat in his lower abdomen.

Weisheng Tou marveled at the unfamiliar sensation within him-was the young master teaching him the Mo Family's curse techniques?

"No breeze stirs; no ripples rise."

The black light at Mo Lu's fingertips intensified, actually leaving a tiny black curse seal between Weisheng Tou's brows.

"No breeze stirs; no ripples rise."

Weisheng Tou continued chanting after Mo Lu, the look in his eyes growing ever more infatuated as he gazed at him.

Mo Lu opened his eyes and glanced below Weisheng Tou's lower abdomen. Seeing that it had helped a little, he lowered his hand.

"Young master?"

"You should already know the rest of the mantra. If this happens again, recite it yourself. The witch power I left between your brows will calm you down."

Mo Lu spoke evenly.

"Yes," Weisheng Tou answered with some regret.

He actually rather wanted to do it in front of the young master...

Because he wanted the young master to know just how deeply he affected him.

Mo Lu's hand returned to Weisheng Tou's lower abdomen.

Holding the brush in his right hand, he simply pressed his entire left palm against that spot, carefully feeling it out as he drew the intricate curse seal in full on the paper.

Weisheng Tou draped an arm over his eyes and silently recited the mantra.

The fragrance of rose liquor lingered in the room.