After Becoming a High-Risk Master, I Flipped the Script Chapter 123

When that thought crossed his mind, Gu Baiqing froze.

A thoroughly corrupted demon…

Wasn’t that exactly what the master had shouted in the original text, when his disciple had pushed him beyond endurance?

So—was he saying that out of habit?

Why did it feel… like something he himself would say?

Was he being influenced by that voice-acted version too deeply? Had he, without realizing it, started to internalize the role—so much that his reactions toward the demonized Mo Xuanli mirrored those of the original Gu Baiqing?

Had he… brainwashed himself?

The more Gu Baiqing thought about it, the worse his headache grew. He quickly shook his head to stay calm. Worried that Mo Xuanli might truly be in danger and derail the plot, he used his spiritual power to help stabilize Mo Xuanli’s condition.

After all, all that chaos Mo Xuanli had caused had filled Gu Baiqing’s energy reserves—might as well give it back to him.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Yet as his spiritual energy flowed out, Gu Baiqing felt faint and dizzy. Just then, Mo Xuanli stirred awake, turning his head to see Gu Baiqing transferring energy to him.

“Master? What’s wrong?”

Seeing Mo Xuanli’s blank, innocent expression again, Gu Baiqing finally exhaled in relief. Even though it was infuriating that the offender had no memory of his crimes, at least things hadn’t gotten worse.

With a grim face, Gu Baiqing said unhappily, “You absorbed too much energy in the Sacred Land and nearly fell into qi deviation. To stop you from hurting yourself, I had to injure you. You—”

Before he could finish, he swayed and collapsed again.

At the words “fell into qi deviation,” Mo Xuanli’s expression changed drastically. Seeing his master faint after overexerting himself, he panicked and rushed to catch him—only to feel… something strange the instant he pulled him close.

Still, Mo Xuanli was too worried to care, cradling Gu Baiqing and trying to carry him to rest—when he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood himself.

His face paled—he really was injured.

Yet he held no resentment at all. If he had forced his master to strike, it meant his condition had been critical indeed.

Unable to move much, he carefully laid his master down beside him to rest.

Then, sitting cross-legged at the bedside, he began meditating to stabilize his injuries.

His master had struck hard this time—but since he had successfully advanced in cultivation, his recovery was quicker than before.

When he opened his eyes again, worry filled them. Falling into qi deviation…. He really was more prone to it than others. And unlike them, he remembered nothing afterward.

Was it because of his bloodline?

He truly feared that one day, his reason would be swallowed entirely by his demonic nature…

And even worse—he might harm his master, reveal the ugliest side of himself, be rejected… be hated…

He sighed softly. Just as he was about to look for medicine, he noticed bottles already neatly placed by the bedside.

A warmth spread in his chest. Turning toward his quietly sleeping master, Mo Xuanli’s heart felt full to the brim.

Just as he was about to turn and get the medicine, the wave of discomfort hit him again.

Mo Xuanli glanced down at himself, feeling something was off. Had he gotten hurt during the fight somehow? Why did it feel so… Forget it—at least it wasn’t serious.

He took the medicine, but as he swallowed, he realized his lips and tongue felt raw and torn.

Could that also have happened when he fought with his master…?

Mo Xuanli was still full of confusion when a voice came from outside—it was Junhua, who had come to check on them out of concern.

When Mo Xuanli went to open the door, he noticed a gaping hole in the roof, leaving him completely baffled. His last memory had clearly been of the Sacred Land—wasn’t the fight there? How did they end up here…?

“How are you doing?” Junhua asked when he saw Mo Xuanli awake.

“I’m fine now. Sorry for troubling you.” Mo Xuanli hesitated, then asked, “Was… my condition very bad at the time?”

Junhua asked, “Your brother didn’t tell you?”

“He overexerted his spiritual power and fell asleep,” Mo Xuanli said.

“Oh. Right—when you were thrown out, I came to ask him about it. He said he wasn’t feeling well and didn’t even open the door.”

“Not feeling well… could it be that I hurt him?” Mo Xuanli suddenly grew tense.

“I didn’t see you two fighting,” Junhua said. “All I saw was…” He went on to describe what she had witnessed.

Mo Xuanli’s mind buzzed. What do you mean, hugging each other in the Sacred Land? He even brought his master away using the Void Spirit Space?

Then they ended up here—and he was sent flying through the roof?

Or was he picked up by someone else? Did his master just leave him there?

So his master didn’t fight him in the Sacred Land… but here, in this room?

That didn’t make any sense at all.

“Yeah, he’s actually the one who brought you back. Good thing you can breathe underwater in Weak Water, or you’d have drowned,” Junhua added, pointing toward the male merman nearby who was holding a tray of pearls and medicine.

The male merfolk looked at Mo Xuanli a bit awkwardly. Once Junhua confirmed that Mo Xuanli was fine, he left to handle other things.

The male merfolk set the tray down and, unable to help himself, kindly offered a reminder: “Young master… perhaps take it easy with those intimate activities. I heard you went into qi deviation, so I won’t blame you, but you must have overdone it. Otherwise your brother wouldn’t have treated you that way. I’ve prepared some salves—don’t worry, we also have male merfolk couples here, so these are quite effective. Use some on your brother too. Even cultivators take a long time to heal if… that part gets injured.”

The male merfolk was endlessly enthusiastic, leaving a tray neatly arranged with both internal medicine and special ointments.

Mo Xuanli listened in blank disbelief, brain completely lagging as he watched the male merfolk depart awkwardly.

When his mind finally caught up, his entire face flushed crimson. Wait—they didn’t misunderstand, did they? They think I and my master—

No! Mo Xuanli suddenly shuddered. Junhua’s words, the male merfolk’s remarks, his own body, and his master’s ashen face—all of it connected. Could it be…

He didn’t dare think further, but couldn’t stop himself. Then, a flash of memory surfaced—and it was enough to freeze him in place.

It was like seeing flowers through a fog — he vaguely heard his master shout at him in anger. That sound seemed to jolt him awake for a brief moment. And then… what had he been doing?

He was holding his master, pressing him against the door, and—

A thunderbolt exploded in his mind.

That posture, those movements, his master’s expression of shame and fury… He had really… really done that?

He had done such a thing to his master!

When he wasn’t even conscious of himself—when his master had been scolding him and rejecting him—he had actually forced him…! It must have been rough and painful. His master must have been hurt. Why hadn’t his master struck him down?!

Mo Xuanli’s mind was filled with only that single fragment of memory. He couldn’t recall what came before or after. Panicked, he reached out to touch the door — it seemed loosened — then looked uncertainly toward the ceiling, and then at the torn patch near the upper wall, right above where his master’s bed was.

The bed was a mess, though it had been neat when he’d left earlier. Could it be that afterward, they had…

As soon as he approached the bed, a faint trace of a scent — distinctly male — reached him. It was very light, but unmistakably there.

Mo Xuanli’s pupils quivered violently. So he really had… on this very bed…

He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening. Countless images of their bodies entangled seemed to flash before him. Terrified, he stumbled back again and again — but when he finally stopped, heat surged through him once more, his body burning, as though it were telling him it wasn’t satisfied yet — still hungry.

Mo Xuanli’s lips parted, his whole body radiating heat, his imagination nearly cooking him alive.

He hurried back to his own bedside, looking down at Gu Baiqing lying there.

But now… he didn’t know what to do.

He had to take responsibility. He owed his master an explanation. He couldn’t just leave things like this.

Since his master hadn’t stopped him until the very end, that must mean he had accepted it, right? After all, his master already had feelings for him. The two of them were mutually in love — so it was fine, wasn’t it?

Mo Xuanli’s heart pounded faster, excitement and unease intertwining. His anxiety kept threatening to rise, but was drowned again by the flood of affection that consumed him. He could no longer think rationally — there was only one thought left in his mind: he and his master had already become the closest of all relationships.

He had finally become his master’s person.

Mo Xuanli couldn’t help reaching out to touch Gu Baiqing’s face. Lowering his head, he brushed his lips gently over his master’s — the corner of his mouth still hurt, but he kissed tenderly nonetheless, cherishing the person who meant everything to him.

After lingering for a while, he couldn’t resist wanting to hold his master again. But then he remembered — his master might be hurt, by him, from… well, from what he’d done. After all, he had lost control and fallen into demonic frenzy — it had been his first time; there was no way it could have been gentle. He must have hurt his master. His master’s body was probably still in pain.

If his master woke up, he would definitely be furious with shame — and yet, when Mo Xuanli imagined that angry, flustered expression, he couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from curling upward. Even his own wounds didn’t seem to hurt anymore.

While his master was still unconscious, Mo Xuanli thought perhaps he should take this chance to check the injuries and apply medicine. If, when Master woke up, he discovered what had happened… then whatever punishment or scolding came, he would accept it.

Thinking so, Mo Xuanli turned briskly to fetch the medicine. When he returned, his hand trembled slightly as he reached forward, ready to loosen his master’s belt. Yet a stray thought crossed his mind—Master had changed clothes… the previous set, had he torn them?

He felt a pang of guilt, but even so, a faint, uncontrollable tremor ran through him. Why couldn’t he remember clearly? He wanted to recall their first time—such a precious memory—but his mind was blank. He sighed inwardly. From now on, he could never let himself lose consciousness again. Otherwise, it felt as if it hadn’t truly been him at all.

A strange jealousy stirred in his chest, growing stronger the more he thought. 

Why couldn’t it be him now?

But if he confessed now… Maybe later… things could still work out? Mo Xuanli pressed his lips together; his face grew warm.

Suddenly, a sharp voice broke through— “What are you doing?”

Mo Xuanli froze. He quickly drew back his hand and looked toward his now-awake master, utterly at a loss.

Gu Baiqing had already sat upright in alarm. If not for the jar of medicine in Mo Xuanli’s hand, he might have kicked him across the room.

“Just now, we…” Mo Xuanli lowered his head, too embarrassed even to look at him.

“I’m not injured. What are you doing?” Gu Baiqing frowned. Then, realizing Mo Xuanli must truly remember nothing, he felt both relief and discomfort. After all, during the whole incident, it had been Mo Xuanli who had taken the blows.

A chill ran through Mo Xuanli’s heart. He lifted his eyes uncertainly, searching his master’s expression. What did that mean? Was he embarrassed—or something else?

Wait. Hadn’t Master already explained? He said Mo Xuanli had gone mad from cultivation deviation, and he’d been forced to subdue him.

So he had deliberately avoided the real matter… which meant—Master did not wish to face it.

Yes, Mo Xuanli had lost control, but still… what happened was between the two of them. He didn’t know what to do now.

Then Gu Baiqing spoke. “What happened when you lost control—you don’t remember it, do you?”

In that instant, Mo Xuanli understood. Master didn’t want him to remember.

He truly remembered only fragments, and had guessed the rest.

“I was afraid I might’ve hurt you,” Mo Xuanli said hoarsely.

Afraid that by avoiding the truth, by refusing to face it, he had instead wounded his master’s heart.

“Master… what happened? What did I do? Please—tell me. I want to know everything.”

Gu Baiqing frowned. “Didn’t I tell you? After your breakthrough, you absorbed too much spiritual energy and lost control. I had to strike you with thunder force to subdue you.”

“Then… why did we end up back in the room?”

“You used your spatial technique—how should I know?” Gu Baiqing denied flatly.

Mo Xuanli’s heart ached. Why wouldn’t he face it? Did he think avoiding it would hurt less? Or did he think this way he wasn’t hurting him at all?

Mo Xuanli pressed his lips together, forcing back the questions that almost escaped. He wasn’t qualified to ask them.

“It was my fault,” he said softly. “I lost control and troubled Master.”

Gu Baiqing sighed in relief. “If this happens again, don’t blame me for striking you with lightning.”

“Yes, Master may strike as you wish,” Mo Xuanli replied dully. You already let me do as I pleased—why say that now? If you’d struck sooner, I wouldn’t have hurt you while unconscious. Why didn’t you protect yourself?

Was it because you couldn’t bear to—or because you couldn’t resist the feeling inside? Master, your contradictions—what am I supposed to do with them?

Mo Xuanli understood all too well. His master cared too much for him, that’s why he was so passive—why he endured anything rather than let his composure slip.

But Master didn’t realize that he was the one losing his mind. Though it looked like he had overpowered his master, Mo Xuanli felt only wronged, like he’d been the one crushed.

When Gu Baiqing started to rise, Mo Xuanli instinctively moved to help, worried he might not be steady—but Gu Baiqing dodged completely.

“No need. I said I’m fine. You’re the one who’s injured—focus on yourself. The merfolk’s situation is unstable; you must keep your strength up.” Gu Baiqing spoke while keeping distance between them.

Even though Mo Xuanli had returned to normal, the man’s presence—his aura, his voice, that faint, oppressive energy and the residual scent in the air—made Gu Baiqing’s composure falter. Even walking, he could feel the discomfort between his legs.

His cold words chilled Mo Xuanli’s heart further, but he still caught the faint concern beneath them—and noticed the slight unnaturalness in his master’s movements.

In an instant, all Mo Xuanli’s grievance melted away. He felt like a child who had done wrong and didn’t know how to make it right.

It seemed he had really hurt his master badly. Who knew what else he had done—sometimes his own thoughts scared him.

He couldn’t help but ask, “Master… is there a way for me to stay conscious even when I lose control? I’m afraid I’ll hurt you again.”

Gu Baiqing wanted to ask the same question himself. “Train harder. Steady your mind. Maybe then it won’t happen again.”

At least now he had learned his lesson—never again would he let the demonized Mo Xuanli take advantage. If it kept happening, he really might lose his composure for good.

Later, because of a leak in the roof, the merfolk kindly arranged a new place for them. This time, Gu Baiqing firmly insisted on two rooms.

Mo Xuanli didn’t dare object—just quietly accepted, thinking, as long as they’re connected, it’s fine.

Junhua looked on with undisguised glee, giving Gu Baiqing a knowing look, while the male merfolk patted Mo Xuanli’s shoulder sympathetically.

Gu Baiqing couldn’t shake the feeling that those people were acting strangely, but he didn’t bother to question it further.

According to the events described in the novel, once Mo Xuanli advanced in his cultivation, the situation would take a sharp and sudden turn.

Right now, they didn’t know what was happening outside. All they could do was keep an eye on the situation at Weak Water and remind Junhua to stay alert.

Mo Xuanli happened to be injured again, so for now, he could only rest and recover in peace.

The next day, Three Bean and Gong Zixing wandered near the ruins of the Beast-Taming Manor and discovered that its people were actually moving in and out from inside the mountain.

“So that’s why they weren’t carried away by the Weak Water! There’s a spatial realm hidden inside the mountain?” Gong Zixing said.

“All this dense spiritual energy—is it coming from within the mountain? Is there a spirit vein inside?” Three Bean asked.

“My father said there wasn’t before.” Gong Zixing’s face was full of confusion.

Suddenly, a faint and echoing dragon’s roar came from the distant sea. The little creature perched on Gong Zixing’s shoulder immediately fluffed up in alarm.

Gong Zixing turned his head toward the horizon. “What a turbulent time this is. Even the legendary Black Dragon has awakened? I thought the rumors said he had left these lands.”

Three Bean stared at the sea in fear. Master… Xuanli… please be safe.