Senior Brother, You Need Me

Fine.

Readers loved reading this plot, so in order to pay off his points debt sooner, he would endure it.

Feeling Xiao Qinghe's docility, a flash of pleasure crossed Xie Jun's eyes, and right after, he noticed Xiao Qinghe staring at his neck as the faint tips of fangs showed at the corners of the latter's mouth.

During the full moon a few nights ago, although he had fed on Master's blood, Master was ultimately not a ghost slave.

Now a ghost slave was right before his eyes, and the Ghost King Spirit Pill reacted, starting to act up again.

Without hesitation, Xie Jun pulled apart his undergarment, exposing his entire neck.

Xiao Qinghe's pupils constricted as the spirit pill within his body cried out madly, his throat growing parched with a desperate, burning craving.

"Senior Brother, you don't need to suppress yourself. You need me, and I am willing." Leaning closer, Xie Jun tilted his head, baring his neck completely before Xiao Qinghe.

It was an invitation, and also a bewitchment.

Xiao Qinghe did not move.

He really did not want to become something like a vampire, nor did he want to treat ghost slaves like slaves or even ingredients the way a ghost king did.

This was too perverted.

Xie Jun spoke again, "Senior Brother, the fault is not yours. It is the Ghost King Spirit Pill acting up, and you are the victim."

Kid, with your eloquence, it is a terrible waste for you not to go around selling MLM schemes!

Moved by the words, Xiao Qinghe finally opened his mouth and bit down.

As the blood seeped from his throat into his limbs and bones, Xiao Qinghe felt a sweeping comfort throughout his body. A smooth, unhindered satisfaction welled up spontaneously, making it impossible to tell whether it was his own sensation or the emotions of Xie Jun that he was sensing.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Xie Jun raised a hand to gently stroke the back of Xiao Qinghe's head, forcibly suppressing the pleasure that threatened to make him tremble.

As long as the Ghost King Spirit Pill remained within Senior Brother's body for a single day, Senior Brother would not be able to leave him.

Thinking thus, Xie Jun felt an even greater swell of pleasure in his heart.

This wave of pleasure traveled through the empathetic link and was transmitted to Xiao Qinghe, leaving him completely bewildered.

To feel such immense pleasure from having one's blood sucked-across the entire world, he was probably the only one.

Kid, since you are willing, I won't stand on ceremony.

Xiao Qinghe fed to his heart's content, Xie Jun was thoroughly gratified in both body and mind, and the system's readers watched with extreme excitement, showering them with tips with utter delight.

It truly was a win-win-win situation.

Consequently, Xiao Qinghe discovered that whenever he lay together with Xie Jun, the readers got super high; and whenever he drank Xie Jun's blood, the readers acted as if they had taken a collective dose of drugs, showering them with tips as densely as a torrential rain.

In a mere half-hour, the tips exceeded 500 points.

Xiao Qinghe's wishful calculations clicked away briskly.

He owed 98,000 points. If he paid in monthly installments, he would need to pay over 800 points each month, and pay it off in basically a year.

In other words, he had to suck blood punctually every single month without fail, and keep doing it for a full year.

This was even more regular and strictly measured than a period.

Thus, Xiao Qinghe probed tactfully, "Junior Brother, this Ghost King Spirit Pill seems to act up every time the full moon arrives..."

Xie Jun's eyes lit up. "Rest assured, Senior Brother. When the full moon arrives, no matter where I am, I will definitely rush back to keep our appointment. This is a promise between you and me."

He was high-spirited and radiant, his wicked, handsome face glowing so brightly that it left Xiao Qinghe momentarily dazed.

Without realizing it, the youth from their first meeting seemed to have already grown into a man.

"Senior Brother, why do you keep looking at me?" The tips of Xie Jun's ears turned red.

Here it came again.

That sense of shyness was back.

Kid, what the hell are you blushing for? You're making it so that I can sense your emotions, and it gives me a massive headache!

Xiao Qinghe's toes curled so hard in embarrassment that he could have built a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. He forced an awkward smile. "Junior Brother is naturally beau-ah, no, you are born handsome, so Senior Brother couldn't help taking a few extra glances."

The moment he finished speaking, that sense of bashfulness exploded.

Xiao Qinghe: "..."

Kid, you are destined to be the future Great Demon King; what is the deal with being so pure and innocent?

The problem was, being pure and innocent toward the female lead was one thing, but acting all chaste and shy toward a grown man like him-what the heck was that about?

Xiao Qinghe gazed speechlessly at the heavens, suddenly feeling that the son of the Demon Realm before him was beginning to collapse his established persona.

What happened to the Great Demon King persona?

What happened to being cool, handsome, arrogant, domineering, and shaking the heavens?

Xiao Qinghe did not know where things had gone wrong, but one thing was certain: if the romance arc between the female lead and Xie Jun was not rescued now, it was going to be completely ruined.

The question was how to rescue it.

Xie Jun was training out in the world and forbidden from returning to the sect, giving him zero chance to run into the female lead.

Master had proclaimed to the outside world that Xie Jun's departure to toughen himself up was a form of tempering, yet Xiao Qinghe knew the truth in his heart.

In name it was tempering, but in essence it was banishment.

Solely because he belonged to the Demon Clan, Master did not want to see him.

The Demon-Slaying Sect took subjugating demons and devils as its bounden duty, and it could not tolerate him either.

If he stayed inside the sect for long, his identity would be exposed one day.

Once exposed, he would be hard-pressed to escape death, while Xiao Qinghe-who back then had stubbornly begged Master to let Xie Jun enter the sect-would be guilty of deceiving superiors and concealing the truth, a crime impossible to shirk.

Precisely because of this, Xie Jun willingly accepted banishment. He wasn't following Master's orders; he merely didn't want to implicate Xiao Qinghe, and nothing more.

Since Xie Jun couldn't come back, they could only send Ouyang Susu out.

However, Ouyang Susu was busy trying to curry favor with Master, fluttering around him like a butterfly all day long.

Unfortunately, Master's persona as a cultivation maniac remained unshaken, and he was hopelessly addicted to cultivation.

Ouyang Susu hit a wall and felt utterly frustrated, yet instead of giving up, she grew all the more indomitable.

Xiao Qinghe rubbed his forehead, secretly muttering that characters in original novels must all be masochists-the harder something was to obtain, the more they obsessed over it, and the more desperate they were to throw themselves into it.

Looking at all of Ouyang Susu's brainless, licking-dog behavior, every single one of them fit this exact mold.

Regarding this, Xiao Qinghe saw it in his eyes and felt anxious in his heart.

Young lady, your true-blue husband is Xie Jun. Snap out of it!

He pulled Ouyang Susu aside. "Junior Sister, Master isn't ignoring you; it's simply because you don't have any common ground with him."

"Common ground?" Ouyang Susu was stunned.

Xiao Qinghe spoke in a deep, earnest tone, "Think about it. Master loves cultivation. He can chat enthusiastically about cultivation insights with people whose cultivation is profound. As for others, neither their cultivation nor their ideological awareness is as high as his, so naturally you can't chat about the same things."

Ouyang Susu felt that made a lot of sense.

She thoroughly lived up to her naive, sweet-natured setting, making her exceptionally easy to fool.

"Senior Brother, what should I do then?"

"Naturally, you must raise your own cultivation first so that Master looks at you in a different light and takes an interest in you." Xiao Qinghe patted her shoulder, guiding her step by step. "Right now Xie Jun is training outside; you should go together with him so you can look out for each other."

Pondering for a moment, Ouyang Susu decided this was a good idea, and accordingly packed her bags and descended the mountain that very day.

With things set this way, the two of them would travel the pugilist world together to slay demons and vanquish devils, becoming inseparable companions through thick and thin, making it only natural for affection to grow over time.

At dusk.

Gazing at the sky, Xiao Qinghe figured Ouyang Susu should have rendezvoused with Xie Jun by now.

With this thought, an unprompted wave of irritability surged into his heart.

Xie Jun and Ouyang Susu were a match made in heaven, and happily achieving a positive outcome early on was a joyous event for everyone-what was there to feel irritable about?

Xiao Qinghe only found it inexplicable, but very soon, he discovered that this wave of irritability did not originate from his own inner feelings; it seemed to be Xie Jun's emotions that he was sensing?

What on earth had happened to make his irritable emotions so intense that they could be sensed a thousand miles away?

He had thought the irritation would only be temporary, but unexpectedly, as time went on, this irritable mood grew heavier and heavier.

So much so that when Xiao Qinghe once again went to replace Master's peach blossom pastry and osmanthus wine with fresh ones, he didn't even notice when Master's doorway opened.

Bai Yuqing stood high above, his gaze falling upon that single dish of peach blossom pastries.

The peach blossom pastries had been made by Xiao Qinghe's own hands.

For a full month, he had shut himself away behind closed doors, and Xiao Qinghe brought him peach blossom pastries every single day, making them fresh daily and replacing the ones from the day before.

He had made them for a month, doing so every single day.

Bai Yuqing kept his face taut, still nursing a grudge over Xiao Qinghe's obsession with Xie Jun, yet in the end he could not harden his heart to glare with knitted brows once more.

And tonight would once again be the night of the full moon.