After Becoming a High-Risk Master, I Flipped the Script Chapter 113

During meditation, unless one is in danger, external factors generally don’t affect the state.

But gradually, Gu Baiqing began to feel something wrong. His body felt… uncomfortable, in an indescribable way. So he ended his meditation.

When he came to, he sensed another presence in the room. Thinking an hour had passed, he assumed Mo Xuanli had entered.

But when he opened his eyes—it was Yu Chun.

“Young Master Yu?” Gu Baiqing frowned. He didn’t like the way Yu Chun was looking at him—it made his skin crawl.

“My apologies for intruding,” Yu Chun said calmly, seated on a chair nearby, sipping tea as though nothing were amiss.

“To remain while another is meditating is an intrusion,” Gu Baiqing said coolly. “I hope Young Master Yu has something important to say.”

Yu Chun had been summoned away earlier, yet now he was back. Could it be he was still suspicious of them?

While Gu Baiqing’s thoughts turned, he noticed the room’s fragrance had changed. It smelled pleasant enough—actually soothing and relaxing the more he breathed it in.

Unconsciously, he adjusted his posture, sitting more casually on the couch, leaning against the armrest. Even his manner softened without him realizing.

Yu Chun’s gaze grew darker, and he smiled. “Of course I have something important to discuss. But perhaps you could send your contracted beast out first. After all, certain matters that happened today… are not suitable for a third pair of ears.”

Three Bean immediately bristled in alertness.

Gu Baiqing frowned slightly, already speculating about various possibilities. “Three Bean, go out.”

Three Bean hesitated, glancing worriedly at him. Like Mo Xuanli, it couldn’t always tell when Gu Baiqing had spiritual power or not.

But seeing his master give a firm nod, Three Bean concluded that he currently did have his power and reluctantly left.

The moment it stepped outside, it found Mo Xuanli glaring at it. “Why did you come out?”

“Master told me to. Don’t worry—he can handle that little nobody—”

Mo Xuanli wasn’t worried about his master’s safety. He just hated the thought of him being alone with another man—especially that strange Yu Chun.

He wanted to get up, but remembering the punishment wasn’t over yet, he could only kneel there fuming, glaring daggers at the door, wishing his eyes could set it aflame.

Inside, Gu Baiqing’s face had already darkened.

“What did you just say?”

“I said… I can keep your and your brother’s private affair secret—but on one condition.”

Gu Baiqing hadn’t expected that to be the reason for Yu Chun’s visit.

He almost laughed in disbelief.

“A direct disciple of the Zixiao Sect, already renowned and highly regarded in the cultivation world—perhaps even the future heir of Zixiao Sect—raised under such a famously strict master. If word were to spread that he has an unspeakable relationship with his own brother, his reputation and future would be ruined. As for you, a mere rogue cultivator—people may say what they like, it doesn’t matter. But him… can you bear to destroy your brother’s future?”

Their family’s illegal merfolk trade had just been completely exposed, yet this man wasn’t panicking—he came here to talk about this?

Gu Baiqing’s head was full of question marks. He frowned slightly and said, “Oh? And what is it you want, then?”

Was this a threat—to make them do something for him? Or was it, like in the original story…

In the original text, this man coveted Mo Xuanli. He had used merfolk incense balm to trap and drug him, forcing him into dual cultivation. Of course, Mo Xuanli had later beaten him half to death. But at the time, the incense’s peculiar effects had overdrawn Mo Xuanli’s spiritual power, leaving him feverish and unstable. When his master came to look for him, he’d lost control and pulled Gu Baiqing into dual cultivation right then and there.

The novel described that Mo Xuanli had been almost feral during it, to the point that Gu Baiqing fainted from exhaustion. The servants at Yu Chun’s estate thought their young master had succeeded—when in truth, Yu Chun lay unconscious on the cold floor, and the sounds from the room had nothing to do with him at all.

Now, Yu Chun rose from his seat, lips curving upward, and slowly approached the couch where the unsuspecting Gu Baiqing sat.

Gu Baiqing didn’t notice that his current posture—relaxed, languid, his loose rest clothes soft and slightly open at the collar—made him appear unguarded, drawing Yu Chun’s greedy gaze to linger.

That increasingly blatant look made Gu Baiqing suddenly sense something was off.

Before he could react, Yu Chun lunged at him.

Gu Baiqing’s eyes widened in shock. He raised a hand to block, but Yu Chun seized his wrist, forcing him down onto the couch. Luckily, Gu Baiqing managed to brace an elbow between them to hold him off.

Only then did he realize—his body couldn’t fight back. Even keeping Yu Chun at bay took all his strength. In that instant, flashes of insight raced through his mind.

The change in the room’s scent—his powerless body—the exact same symptoms Mo Xuanli had when he inhaled the merfolk incense balm in the original text.

That meant the incense burning here was merfolk balm.

As for Three Bean—it could only tell whether something was physically harmful, nothing more.

The merfolk incense balm wasn’t technically an aphrodisiac—it was a cultivation aid that doubled the efficiency of dual cultivation. It first helped one absorb spiritual energy at twice the normal rate; if the body absorbed too much, it would then guide the surplus to be released through dual cultivation. For someone unaccustomed to it, that overabsorption could cause temporary weakness and loss of control—but it would pass after some time.

But someone like Yu Chun, who had long grown accustomed to using it, didn’t need any time to adjust — which gave him a perfect window to seize control.

Gu Baiqing was utterly disgusted. As a straight man being coveted by another man — and worse, being physically forced down — the feeling was revolting. Still, he wasn’t too worried; given his cultivation, he could adapt soon enough, maybe even use his spiritual power to fight back. Even if that failed, Mo Xuanli was right outside. Although, the last thing he wanted was for Mo Xuanli to see something this vile.

What puzzled him most was — why him?

His current appearance had been altered by Three Bean; while he still looked delicate, he definitely wasn’t as good-looking as before. When standing next to Mo Xuanli, anyone’s attention would go to Mo Xuanli first — that kind of striking beauty was rare in the world. In the original story, Yu Chun had only developed lustful thoughts after being entranced by Mo Xuanli’s appearance. So why was it switched to him now?

Gu Baiqing’s straight-man brain couldn’t wrap around it.

Yu Chun, on the other hand, grew increasingly excited the closer he got to Gu Baiqing. After desiring him for so long, now that he was near, he could smell that faint, cool plum blossom scent — so he hadn’t been mistaken before. What a perfect body…

Yu Chun swallowed greedily. “Mo Bai, just spend one night with me and I’ll keep your secret. I even lit the precious merfolk balm for you — it’s perfect for dual cultivation, beneficial for both of us. I promise, I’m a hundred times better than that immature little brother of yours. Once you’ve experienced it, you might not be able to forget me.”

Gu Baiqing said coldly, “You think I’ll give in? Even if I can’t move now, if I shout once, you’re finished.”

“You’ll call your little brother? Go ahead,” Yu Chun sneered. “Then everyone will know that the great prodigy of the cultivation world is tangled up in indecent relations with his own brother. Hahaha, would you really destroy him like that? Be good. Don’t make our first time unpleasant.”

The merfolk balm was working on Yu Chun too — his whole body trembled with arousal as he used one hand to tug off his own clothes.

“Let’s keep it quiet,” he muttered, breathing heavily. “Don’t let that little brother of yours outside hear. Just once — he’ll never know. Won’t that make it even more exciting than what you two did at the beast training grounds?”

Gu Baiqing stared at him like he was an idiot. It was said that the balm’s scent could heighten physical sensitivity and ease one into a state suitable for dual cultivation, with some… suggestive influence. But other than losing strength in his limbs, Gu Baiqing felt nothing — utterly calm, probably because his spiritual power was slowly suppressing the drug’s effects. Otherwise, if he actually had a reaction while being pinned by this sleazy man, he’d rather cut off his own hand.

Yu Chun, however, was completely overtaken by the drug — feverish, rambling incoherently.

“From the moment I first saw you, I wanted to have you,” he panted. “That cold face, that perfect body — everything about you seduces me. Just last night… do you know how many times I thought of your face? Your little brother is nothing. Why don’t you be with me instead? Our Beast-Taming Manor will rise soon, and gods, that scent on your skin — it’s driving me mad…”

Gu Baiqing’s stomach turned violently. So it turned out Yu Chun had been after him from the start, not Mo Xuanli. Then in the original version, it was the disciple who had lied — and when the master grew suspicious, Mo Xuanli must have deliberately shifted the blame to Yu Chun desiring him, out of that obsessive possessiveness of his. D*mn it — that had completely led him astray.

He’d misjudged everything from the start.

D*mn it. Furious now, Gu Baiqing decided he might as well beat this deranged man senseless to vent his anger.

Sparks of electricity crackled between his fingers — he was just about to strike.

Then, suddenly, a metallic ding rang out in his mind.

【Demonization Value +1】

A silver-glinting whip appeared out of nowhere, tightening like silk around Yu Chun’s throat.

Yu Chun’s face instantly turned purple as he was yanked up and violently slammed into the ground, the impact cracking the floor into a spiderweb of fissures.

【Demonization Value +1】

The whip lashed down again and again like a storm of light, and Yu Chun only managed two screams before he lost consciousness, his body twitching reflexively.

Gu Baiqing stared in shock. Mo Xuanli had appeared out of nowhere — his expression twisted, eyes blood-red, wielding God Nine Transformations like a man possessed.

【Demonization Value +1】

Gu Baiqing’s pupils shrank. “Xuanli!” he called urgently.

Mo Xuanli froze mid-swing, snapping his head toward him.

For a split second, Gu Baiqing really felt as though he were being stared at by a demon itself.

When Mo Xuanli lunged forward, Gu Baiqing instinctively flinched, wanting to retreat.

The next moment, Mo Xuanli seized him by the shoulders and forced him down onto the bed. “What did he do to you? What did he do? Why didn’t you call me?!”

Gu Baiqing was genuinely startled — and as he listened, the system chimed again.

【Demonization Value +1】

He quickly grabbed Mo Xuanli’s tense arm and sent a small electric current through it, his voice sharp: “Mo Xuanli, calm down! Nothing happened. Who do you think your master is? You think I could possibly be taken advantage of by someone like that?”

Mo Xuanli froze. “But… I saw, I heard—”

“What ‘but’? Are you ignoring your master’s words now?” Gu Baiqing scolded sternly.

Mo Xuanli’s obedient nature as a disciple reasserted itself. The red faded from his eyes; he blinked, dazed, body trembling slightly from the electric shock before collapsing limply against Gu Baiqing — still, he couldn’t resist circling his arms around his master’s waist, pressing his face into the crook of his neck, breathing in that calming plum blossom scent.

He had endured his punishment for a full hour, then rushed in — only to see that scene. He could hardly believe what he’d witnessed. He had almost lost his mind. His master — his master — how could anyone else…

“Master…” he murmured, his voice full of wounded grievance. “He bullied you… why didn’t you fight back? You could’ve just shocked him… the same way you shocked me.”

Listening to the familiar voice of grievance.

Gu Baiqing let out a breath of relief — he had really been startled just now. Did Mo Xuanli react that way because he was upset seeing him get hurt? Could that kind of emotional shock actually trigger demonic corruption?

“I was just affected by the merfolk balm earlier. I was about to make a move when you suddenly rushed in. Alright, alright, I scared you. I’m fine,” Gu Baiqing said, pushing at Mo Xuanli who was still pressing him down. Though he understood the boy had been frightened, being held down like this felt uncomfortable — and he needed to deal with that balm immediately.

He had been fine a moment ago, but now the scent was becoming more and more off — as if mixed with something else — making his heart restless and agitated.

Mo Xuanli lifted his upper body, frowning. “Merfolk balm?”

“You don’t smell it? That strange scent in the room. We have to get rid of it quickly, or it’ll start affecting you too.” Gu Baiqing pushed Mo Xuanli aside. He was starting to feel hot, his irritation deepening, and the fragrance in the air seemed to grow thicker and more tangible. He stood up to deal with the incense — but the moment he straightened, his whole body froze.

Mo Xuanli didn’t think much of it; since his master said it was harmful, he’d just handle it right away. Seeing Master unmoving, he naturally stepped in to do what his master intended.

But when he opened the censer, he found it already burnt out.

“Master, it’s gone. I’ll open the doors and windows, maybe that’ll clear the smell…”

As Mo Xuanli turned to speak, he froze in shock at the sight before him and rushed toward the bed.

His master had collapsed again, curling up on the couch, the small table and armrest beside it knocked aside — something was clearly wrong.

“Master!”

“Don’t come closer…”

Mo Xuanli halted mid-step, stunned. His master’s voice had gone rough and hoarse — exactly like the one that had been haunting his mind not long ago.

“Master, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“The balm… get out, before it affects you too…” Gu Baiqing gritted his teeth, struggling to stay calm. He was completely bewildered — he’d dealt with Yu Chun for so long without issue, so why was he suddenly reacting like this now, worse than Yu Chun had?

His body had already responded, forcing him to curl up with his back to his disciple — otherwise, he wouldn’t know how to face him.

But he could feel his willpower crumbling bit by bit. Even knowing his disciple was right behind him, he couldn’t help it — his hand reached out, trembling, trying to restrain himself.

“Master…”

“Get out!” Gu Baiqing’s patience snapped; his voice came out sharp and commanding.

Mo Xuanli, seeing his master’s body trembling slightly, froze in confusion — until Gu Baiqing barked again, “Go, now!”

Startled, Mo Xuanli quickly answered and backed away, opening and closing the door behind him.

The moment the door shut, Gu Baiqing lost control. A sound escaped his throat, his face flushed hot — but nothing seemed to help; it felt like something vital was missing.

The pained yet enticing noises filled the room.

Gu Baiqing felt like he was losing his mind. What the h*ll was happening? He didn’t know every detail of the merfolk balm’s effects, but it shouldn’t have been this severe. Did it really require dual cultivation to resolve? He was going insane. He couldn’t possibly become a man undone by merfolk balm!

“No… why… d*mn it…”

His eyes felt like they were burning; everything blurred from the strain. He couldn’t take it anymore and shouted, “Morning Snow!” — calling forth his blade, hoping the pain would dull the unbearable heat.

He raised Morning Snow to slash his arm — when suddenly, a hand caught his wrist.