After Becoming a High-Risk Master, I Flipped the Script Chapter 114

Gu Baiqing was startled — in his current state, he hadn’t even realized someone else was still in the room.

He turned around in shock and helplessness, only to see a familiar face.

“You…”

“Master, don’t… hurt yourself…”

Gu Baiqing stared in disbelief at Mo Xuanli, who was standing right beside the bed. He had no idea how long this guy had been there — the thought alone filled him with such shame that he almost wanted to silence him on the spot.

Instinctively, Gu Baiqing curled up to hide himself, but when he caught Mo Xuanli’s guilty, evasive gaze and the flush spreading across his face, he knew — the boy had already seen everything.

“Mo Xuanli, what are you doing?!” Gu Baiqing roared, furious — but the more his anger surged, the worse his body felt. Even his voice changed with the strain, and to his horror, he found himself faintly craving the sensation of Mo Xuanli’s hand gripping his wrist.

“I… I was just about to leave, but then I remembered I needed to take Yu Chun with me, so I came back… I didn’t mean to, but Master…” Mo Xuanli’s shifting gaze finally landed on Gu Baiqing, his eyes burning with intensity. “You can’t… handle this alone right now.”

Gu Baiqing’s pupils contracted sharply. What was that supposed to mean?

A flood of possible implications flashed through his mind — and he froze in alarm, jerking his hand back.

“I can’t handle it alone? Then what — you’re going to find me a woman? Get out.” Gu Baiqing yanked his hand free, but the sudden movement drew a pained whimper from him, his body curling even tighter in instinctive retreat.

Mo Xuanli’s eyes flickered at the sound — then suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, every candle in the room went out. Darkness swallowed everything.

Normally, the dark might have brought comfort, but now it only deepened the danger. Before Gu Baiqing could react, a burning-hot hand reached out of nowhere, silencing him completely — his breath caught, and the unbearable discomfort in his body began to shift, replaced by something else, while humiliation climbed higher and higher.

That was Mo Xuanli’s hand — another man’s hand — controlling him.

Gu Baiqing’s mind went blank. He immediately grabbed that foreign hand.

“Mo… Xuan… li…” He meant to snarl in anger, but the words came out fragmented under the other’s relentless touch. “Presumptuous… stop… ah—”

But his command brought no obedience. Instead, there came the faint creak of the bed as someone climbed onto it.

A warm body pressed up against his back.

A low voice whispered by his ear, “Master, forgive me. It’s your disciple who offends — I’ll accept punishment later. But right now… I must help you.”

“Absolutely not… you—get off me, I don’t need it!” Though his mouth said one thing, Gu Baiqing’s body betrayed him. He was moving closer on his own, and by the time he realized it, he was startled.

He had clearly hated Yu Chun’s touch before, even felt nauseated—so why, when it came to Mo Xuanli, had it come to this…

Electric shocks, spells… why wasn’t he using them…

Mo Xuanli frowned slightly, watching Gu Baiqing nervously, afraid—afraid he might truly anger his master. But when he saw his master like this, his head went hot, and he couldn’t control himself.

“Master, please don’t take offense. It’s because this disciple failed to protect you that this happened. Just think of it as me treating you. I won’t overstep, I’m only helping you a little… Master, does that feel any better?”

Although his words were caring, his voice had dropped low and rough.

However, Gu Baiqing was no longer able to resist due to Mo Xuanli’s efforts, because it was really different from doing it on his own. All his previous pain disappeared, and his sanity was finally overwhelmed by the fragrance brought by the moment Mo Xuanli approached. 

Gu Baiqing reacted and realized that it was the scent of Mo Xuanli’s body mixed with the fragrance of the balm. It was from the moment he smelled this scent that the effect of the balm began to manifest on him, making his body instinctively look forward to dual cultivation. 

It’s all this d*mn smell. 

Gu Baiqing’s body was shaking, and his remaining sanity was still struggling frantically. Even if Mo Xuanli said so, this was simply the beginning of some script. It was too dangerous and it was not okay.

Stop him—he had to stop him!

But his mind was already fogged over, reason lost its way. His whole body was tense and rigid, yet instinctively he leaned back, into his disciple’s arms, as though only surrounded by that scent could he feel at ease.

Gu Baiqing bit his lip in frustration, knowing he was done for. He could only give up, as though accepting his fate, pressing his face into the bedding, allowing his disciple behind him to keep guiding his body’s instincts.

“Master… does it feel better now?” Mo Xuanli asked uneasily.

“Shut up…” Gu Baiqing gritted out.

Mo Xuanli paused, then curved his lips faintly. “Don’t be afraid, Master. It’s all right—it’ll be over soon.”

Gu Baiqing was left with only heavy, urgent breaths, unable to respond.

Even listening to the suppressed breathing, Mo Xuanli swallowed hard, stretched out his other hand through the gap between Gu Baiqing’s waist and the couch, and scooped Gu Baiqing into his arms. At this time, Gu Baiqing was obviously unable to calmly think about what his disciple was doing. His mind could only think about one thing, which was to follow his feelings.

In the darkness, Mo Xuanli’s vision was sharp—perhaps due to his unique constitution—and under the faint moonlight, he could see Gu Baiqing’s expression clearly. Mo Xuanli wasn’t practiced in this, but touching his master, it felt as though instinct guided him. Watching his master’s rising and falling breath, he adjusted his movements to tend to him carefully.

The scent of cold plum blossoms gradually became stronger on his master’s body, which seemed to be mixed with something else, making his heart palpitate. After an unknown amount of time, Master trembled all over.

Mo Xuanli’s eyes flickered, his hand lingering a moment longer—it was his master, after all. Ahem, he should probably stop now.

But just as he was about to withdraw, Gu Baiqing’s hand caught him.

“Mas—”

“Continue…”

Mo Xuanli’s heart trembled. His master’s voice was so hoarse as if it was burned out. He was not sure how much consciousness his master still had, because all his actions were now closer to instinctive reactions. 

His master no longer adopted an evasive posture, but would lean his head back on his shoulder and rub his forehead against his neck, completely ignoring the irritation caused by his exhaled breath. 

He didn’t seem to notice that he had already pressed tightly against his master’s back, enduring the softness. 

But Master told him to continue, so how could he stop? If he went too far and made Master angry, it would be Master’s fault. 

Master grabbed his hand and moved closer again. It turned out that master had not recovered yet. Mo Xuanli continued to help without hesitation, but his eyes had already turned a light red. He even unconsciously used his lips to sketch the curve of the master’s neck and tasted the fragrance oozing from the skin.

Even so, Mo Xuanli restrained himself with the last of his respect. No matter how unbearable it was, he didn’t allow himself to do anything truly improper—after all, he knew his master wasn’t acting of his own will. Though his own mind was nearly burned to mush.

Until Gu Baiqing’s body finally went limp, completely fainting.

Mo Xuanli froze, motionless, unable to come back to himself. His thoughts couldn’t calm down at all.

After a while, Mo Xuanli slowly lifted his hand. A strange curiosity rose in him, and in the darkness, he couldn’t resist bringing it closer to his face—

Suddenly, there was movement from the ground some distance away.

Mo Xuanli’s expression changed; like a lion interrupted mid-meal, he turned sharply toward the sound.

Yu Chun had woken up.

Only then did Mo Xuanli realize the man had been there the whole time. He was just about to get up and deal with him when, as he shifted, Gu Baiqing—who had been leaning against him—lost support and fell onto his back.

The sudden sight that filled Mo Xuanli’s vision hit him like a blow.

At some point, Gu Baiqing’s robes had fallen open, and under the moonlight his skin glowed pale like jade. The faint rise and fall of his chest, the smooth lines half-hidden by fabric—and the old mark that still appeared when his body overheated: red patches blooming like plum blossoms across snow, beautiful and dangerously alluring.

He had seen them many times before at Luofeng Pavilion, and back then, they had only made him ache with pity for his master. But now, those “plum blossoms” seemed to transform into binding runes, seizing his soul completely.

Looking again at Gu Baiqing’s face—eyes closed, brows faintly furrowed, expression utterly entrancing—Mo Xuanli’s mind went blank.

How could he possibly move another step now?

Seeing those lips still flushed from heavy breathing, Mo Xuanli’s gaze went unfocused. His thoughts scattered, and before he realized it, he was leaning down—

The sensation nearly took Mo Xuanli’s life.

Suddenly, he felt that his master seemed to part his lips slightly—a small movement that felt like a silent invitation, one that shattered all of Mo Xuanli’s restraint and defenses.

Mo Xuanli suddenly exerted force, explored in, and absorbed everything. 

It seemed as if he had done this countless times before, Mo Xuanli didn’t feel unfamiliar at all. He knew how to kiss the person in front of him, what delicious food he would taste, and how to express his feelings. 

He didn’t stop until the other party started to struggle unconsciously because he could hardly breathe, but his mood became even worse. It was like a starving wolf that had tasted meat—it was impossible to calm down.

Meanwhile, sounds from nearby—where Yu Chun was—disturbed the tense quiet.

Mo Xuanli, his eyes reddened with impatience, lifted a hand. His weapon, God Nine Transformations, transformed into a whip, lashing out to pull a screen over the bed. Yu Chun, hearing the noise, awoke angrily. He could vaguely see silhouettes behind the screen, along with faint, indistinct sounds.

Yu Chun’s pupils constricted, and his whole body trembled—whether in rage or shock, he didn’t know. Realizing what the two behind the screen were doing, he leapt up in fury.

But God Nine Transformations, still under Mo Xuanli’s control, struck him down with powerful magic, knocking him unconscious again. The whip coiled around him, sealing his energy and movement to prevent further interference.

Behind the screen, Mo Xuanli kissed Gu Baiqing again. When he finally stopped, he gazed at him for a long moment. Then, with a flick of his hand, he dispelled the illusion that still masked his master’s true form.

Pale as snow, features fine as if painted, eyes like stars—Gu Baiqing’s true face finally emerged. This was Elder Luofeng of the Zixiao Sect.

Mo Xuanli stared dazedly at him, then lowered his head to press a reverent kiss on the lightning mark at his master’s forehead. The contrast between his own crimson eyes and the faint blue lightning lines was striking.

“Baiqing…” he whispered.

“Hm?” came Gu Baiqing’s unconscious reply.

Hearing that soft response, Mo Xuanli’s heart trembled. A greedy thought surged within him—he wanted to keep this man entirely for himself. At some point, his master had ceased to be just someone he revered. He had become someone Mo Xuanli wanted to possess completely—from body to soul. He would give up the world for him… he only wanted Gu Baiqing.

That feeling, once vague, had now taken root and begun to grow.

He convinced himself that his master must also feel something for him—why else allow him this close? That thought burned away the last traces of his restraint.

His kisses gradually became heavier, from forehead to lips, no longer as violent as before. 

Perhaps master also felt the beauty of it, so when his neck was hugged, Mo Xuanli’s eyes turned completely dark red. 

Mo Xuanli slowly untied his waist belt and threw it aside. Even though he could no longer control himself, he still could not ignore his master’s wishes and do anything wrong when his master was not conscious. 

It could only be the same as before, except this time he would do it with his master. 

The moonlight vaguely cast the figures of the two people on the screen, accompanied by obscure movements, and the room was filled with unspeakable beauty.

….

Later that night, when all was silent, Three Bean ran into Junhua, who had returned unexpectedly.

“You came back?” Three Bean asked in surprise.

“They’re searching for a man who uses wind spells,” Junhua said. “They don’t suspect me, so of course I can come back. I need to find your master and the others.”

“Then it’s best not to go right now,” Three Bean said. “That fool Yu Chun is there too. Who knows what he’s doing with them?”

“Why didn’t you stay with them?” Junhua asked.

“They didn’t need me. Xuanli told me to look around and see if I could find any trace of merfolk.”

Junhua’s expression shifted slightly—she hadn’t expected them to still be helping. Though she was wary of trusting people again, she knew she needed to warn them. “I’ll go check anyway, just in case they’ve left.”

Three Bean went with her to report what he’d found. But when they returned to the courtyard, it was completely dark.

“Have they left or gone to rest?” Junhua murmured, puzzled.

Three Bean was also confused and started forward, but Junhua suddenly stopped in her tracks.

“What’s wrong?”

Junhua’s face darkened. Her eyes grew sharp. “Merfolk balm. Are you using that stuff?”

Merfolk balm was made by letting a merfolk soak in water, then adding a bit of their blood to refine it into a fragrant paste. It used to be traded with humans long ago, but now anyone using it was seen as coveting the merfolk themselves.

Three Bean froze. “What? That can’t be… Wait—could it be…” He quickly described what Yu Chun had done earlier.

“Is that guy insane? There’s no dual cultivation partner here—why would he light merfolk balm? Could it be—he likes men? Coveting two brothers?” Junhua said in disbelief.

“What! If that’s true, Xuanli will kill him! But… that stuff isn’t harmful, is it? My master’s health isn’t good,” Three Bean said nervously.

“It’s not dangerous,” Junhua replied casually. “It’s just meant to assist dual cultivation—it only heightens desire. If the person feels nothing for the other, it just makes them weak and dizzy for a while. They’ll recover after some rest.”

Three Bean’s eyes widened. “That’s still not good! It’s like dragon musk—it’s so bitter, how could my master endure it?”

“It’s fine. It’s not real aphrodisiac. It only works if there’s already some attraction between them. Otherwise, it just exhausts the body. Probably that’s why they’re resting now. Forget it—I’ll come back tomorrow.”

As she turned to leave, Junhua picked up Three Bean with her. “Hey, since your masters are willing to help, you come with me. I want to keep searching. You seem familiar… have you ever been to the Eastern Sea depths?”

Three Bean was startled and immediately changed the subject. “Of course not. Stop talking nonsense and go find your clansmen already.”

With that, the person and the cat left Azure Flame Courtyard, completely unaware of what they had just missed.

….

At dawn, a flash of spelllight swept through, erasing all traces of the crime scene.

Yu Chun was jolted awake by the sound and realized that he had been untied.

He looked up just as Mo Xuanli, wearing a loose robe, stood lazily before him. The man’s face was full of irritation, and though he had clearly been busy all night, there was no trace of satisfaction in his expression.

Mo Xuanli was in a foul mood. His eyes had returned to their usual black, as if he had never fallen into demonic influence at all. Even he couldn’t quite explain what had happened—only that he had spent the entire night caught between restraint and desire. He had forced himself not to go too far, yet couldn’t stop himself from drawing near again and again. It had been a tug-of-war between ascension and ruin, a kind of self-inflicted torment.

Now, looking at the man responsible for all this, resentment welled up inside him. Had he not been in such a rush last night, unwilling to step away from his master for even a moment, he would never have let this man remain here to foul the air.

Even just standing there coldly, the killing intent Mo Xuanli unconsciously radiated was enough to make the air tremble. The moment Yu Chun made a sound, God Nine Transformations transformed into a sharp sword in Mo Xuanli’s hand, its tip aimed straight at the center of Yu Chun’s forehead.

For anyone who knew him, the man before them was utterly unrecognizable. Even the proud, self-assured Yu Chun instinctively sensed danger—his body’s animal instincts screamed at him that this was not someone he could trifle with.

“D-Don’t kill me! Everyone in my courtyard knows I came here. If I die, do you really think a so-called noble disciple like you could get away with it?” Yu Chun stammered. “Besides, you and your brother—if word of your… improper relationship spreads, you’ll both be ruined. Kill me, and I swear your scandal will be known across the cultivation world by tomorrow!”

“Who said we were brothers?” Mo Xuanli’s voice went cold. “Let me make this clear—we’re not related by blood. Even if you speak, it won’t affect us in the slightest.”

“What—you’re not…” Yu Chun froze, realizing he had been fooled. They weren’t real brothers at all—just companions posing as such.

“To think you tried to use this to threaten my brother and force him—Yu Chun, you really… aren’t afraid of dying, are you?”

The sword tip pressed forward, nicking Yu Chun’s forehead and drawing blood.

Feeling the cold trickle slide down his skin, Yu Chun trembled in terror. “Don’t kill me—please don’t kill me! I didn’t do anything, right? I even gave you the balm, helped you two! Just spare me this once, I swear I won’t dare again—never again!”

Mo Xuanli’s expression shifted slightly. He knew that no matter how much his master remembered of last night, he would never want anyone else to know. If his master discovered that this man had witnessed everything—almost seen too much—he’d probably break Mo Xuanli’s legs himself.

Killing to silence him would be simple. But… since his master had insisted on returning despite so many worries, Mo Xuanli couldn’t ignore those concerns either.

He turned his sword into a brush, drawing a glowing rune in the air. “Blood oath—promise that nothing which occurred in this room shall ever be spoken of in any form. Otherwise…”

Yu Chun knew this was his only chance to live. He nodded hastily. “I swear! I won’t say a word—never, I promise!”

As long as he could survive… there would be time for revenge later.

Mo Xuanli could easily read the thought in his mind—but that was fine. Once they left here safely, he’d have plenty of opportunities to kill this despicable man who dared covet his master.

After the blood oath was sealed, Yu Chun scrambled away as fast as he could.

Closing the door, Mo Xuanli returned to the bedside. His master lay there quietly, clothes neatly arranged, breathing steady. As his own mind began to clear, chaos took its place.

He had acted recklessly last night—completely out of control. Why had he dared to do such a thing? He had no stable future, no right to take liberties. He’d sworn to protect his master and think of him first… so why had he been so selfish? Had his desire destroyed everything?

What now?

When his master woke up—what then?

Just as he was lost in thought, the lashes of the man on the bed trembled. Mo Xuanli froze, fear rushing through him.

A moment later, Gu Baiqing opened his eyes. He blinked in confusion, then his eyes widened, shock dawning on his face.

Demonic value: 25.

Spiritual energy: previously in the single digits, now showing five digits—over fifty thousand.

How had that happened?

Gu Baiqing’s face turned from pale to red to dark blue as realization dawned. Last night, Mo Xuanli had got on the couch, touched him, helped him… 

“M–Master…”

The voice crashed over him like thunder.

Gu Baiqing turned sharply, seeing Mo Xuanli for the first time. Last night, the younger man had always been behind him—he had never seen his face. Now that he did, his mind went blank.

He and Mo Xuanli had truly fallen into the worst cliché imaginable. He had actually let his disciple do those things…

It was over. Completely over.

Panic consumed him.

Mo Xuanli frowned slightly, worried, and took a hesitant step forward—

A flash of lightning exploded.

In an instant, the room was filled with thunder and light.

The blast of raw spiritual power sent Mo Xuanli crashing into the screen behind him, shattering it and slamming both man and screen into the door.

The impact echoed through the chamber. The screen splintered into pieces, and Mo Xuanli, bearing the full brunt of the attack, fell to his knees, coughing up blood before he could straighten.

Only then did Gu Baiqing snap out of his panic, staring wide-eyed at the wounded Mo Xuanli.