TEMBMBIWB Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Tan Zhui hurriedly looked towards the door, the latch was indeed not fastened.

With a gentle push, anyone could see their current situation.

A few voices of confusion came from outside the door.

“Huh? Little Immortal of the Hibiscus isn’t here either?”

“Where did they go so early in the morning?”

Tan Zhui’s back tensed up nervously, his peripheral vision constantly monitoring the situation outside the door.

Until he felt the young man’s hand slowly slip inside the quilt.

That scalding palm caressed his waist, gently rubbing back and forth.

This disrespectful action made the White Deer Immortal widen his eyes.

But damn it, he had a reaction because of the young man’s caress.

Tan Zhui gritted his teeth, warning the young man with his eyes.

But Sui Chunsheng had a smile on his face, a smile that was almost mischievous.

Just as Tan Zhui was about to yell, the young man’s palm firmly covered his mouth.

The young man leaned down, whispering in his ear, “Master, the soundproofing in this room seems not very good.”

Tan Zhui’s scolding was trapped in the young man’s palm, turning into a series of low sighs.

The White Deer Immortal’s breath fell on the young man’s palm, turning into a warm air enveloping him.

The young man pressed in close, their bodies tightly pressed together.

They stuck together, causing each other a painful friction.

A trace of surprise, or perhaps delight, flashed across Sui Chunsheng’s eyes. He tilted his head in confusion, but the smile in his eyes made the White Deer Immortal tremble.

“Master… what are you going to do…”

Tan Zhui clenched his teeth tightly, squeezing out the words, “How dare you… you unfilial disciple!”

Sui Chunsheng was amused by this scolding, chuckling softly.

The people outside seemed to have heard some movement. Yong Lan knocked on the door again, “Little Immortal of the Hibiscus, are you inside?”

“We ordered breakfast, do you want us to send you some?”

Tan Zhui’s eyes widened immediately, and even his breathing became restrained.

Sui Chunsheng smiled, responding, “No need, I want to sleep a little longer, I’ll be down in half an hour.”

Yong Lan, having received a reply, hurriedly said, “Okay, we’ll wait for you downstairs.”

Then they heard the sound of him walking away, and the sound of footsteps descending the stairs.

As he walked away, the White Deer Immortal slowly relaxed.

He abruptly pushed away the young man who had been taking liberties with him and fiercely slapped him across the face.

That slap was not restrained at all, Tan Zhui’s palm felt burning hot.

A mark immediately appeared on the young man’s cheek, and his lips began to bleed.

Sui Chunsheng was stunned for a moment. After meeting Tan Zhui’s gaze, he seemed to wake up from a dream, sliding off the bed.

The young man knelt on the floor, gently tugging on the White Deer Immortal’s sleeve.

“Master… I’m sorry, I was confused because I just woke up.”

Tan Zhui looked at him coldly, “I think you are quite awake.”

Sui Chunsheng looked up, looking like a puppy admitting his mistake, blinking his eyes and said, “Master, I’m young and full of vitality, I can’t resist being provoked…”

Tan Zhui glared at him, “Who provoked you…”

Sui Chunsheng bit his lip lightly, not daring to speak.

The White Deer Immortal calmed himself down, pondering for a moment, it seemed that he was the one who had provoked him first. How could he blame him?

Of course, he should blame him!

Tan Zhui said coldly, “I see you’re reciting the Cleansing Heart Sutra every day as if you’re talking to a dog. You dare to disobey me. When we return to Fangcun Mountain, you’ll be punished to copy it three hundred times.”

Sui Chunsheng immediately smiled, “I’ll copy it, however many times Master wants.”

Tan Zhui glanced at him, “Then add another three hundred times.”

Sui Chunsheng was stunned, “Master…”

Tan Zhui felt resentful not only towards the young man in front of him, but also himself.

The White Deer Immortal glanced at the wound on the young man’s lip, tossed him a bottle of medicine, and walked away without looking back.

The medicine bottle hit the young man’s chest with a muffled thud.

The young man didn’t care about the pain, and hurriedly caught the rolling medicine bottle.

…

After returning to Fangcun Mountain, the White Deer Immortal informed the various immortal sects of the Nine Heavens about the remnants of the Xiu Luo clan he had encountered in the lower realm. He also secretly launched an investigation with the Heavenly Medicine Sect and Kunlun Void.

Recently, Tan Zhui had been deliberately keeping a distance between himself and Furong.

Therefore, the White Deer Immortal spent his days cultivating in the back mountains, breaking through his own realm.

Despite this, he had only regained half of his former divine power.

One day, as he was focusing on meditation, he felt a familiar aura approaching.

Tan Zhui abruptly opened his eyes, meeting the young man’s gaze.

“Master, I made you fish and dragon soup and peach cakes, would you like to eat some?” The Little Immortal of the Hibiscus blinked his eyes, handing him the food box.

Tan Zhui wanted to refuse, but the aroma of the fish and dragon soup made him involuntarily salivate.

The White Deer Immortal was good at everything, except that he found it hard to suppress his appetite.

He tried his best to look aloof, opening the food box with a straight face.

His eyes still couldn’t help but light up.

Sui Chunsheng chuckled, handing him a spoon, “Master, this fish and dragon soup is freshly made, the taste is perfect. It won’t taste as good if it gets cold.”

Tan Zhui cleared his throat, scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth, immediately narrowing his eyes.

The fish and dragon soup tasted as delicious as ever, incredibly fresh.

Sui Chunsheng quietly leaned over, sitting beside his master.

Tan Zhui was focusing on the food, not noticing the young man’s quiet approach.

The hibiscus fragrance in the fish and dragon soup masked the hibiscus fragrance on the young man, making him more imperceptible.

Sui Chunsheng pinched the White Deer Immortal’s sleeve, whispering, “Master, why haven’t you paid attention to me lately? Even the homework was corrected by Elder Zhou You.”

Tan Zhui said casually, “I’ve been busy recently. I’m re-cultivating my mind method, I don’t have time for other things.”

Sui Chunsheng pouted, “Master can’t ignore me.”

Tan Zhui had already finished the small bowl of fish and dragon soup, and picked up a slice of peach cake, putting it in his mouth.

He narrowed his eyes happily, “Ah Sheng, you will always be my disciple.”

Sui Chunsheng raised his eyes. He knew what these words meant. He couldn’t help but clench the sleeve in his hand, making it wrinkle, but it did not eliminate the tightness in his heart.

He couldn’t help but grasp the White Deer Immortal’s slightly cold hand.

Tan Zhui’s body trembled, he wanted to pull back, but he was hugged tightly by the young man.

The distance between the two instantly shortened.

Tan Zhui pushed his shoulders, whispering, “Do not be presumptuous.”

Sui Chunsheng whispered, “Master, just let me hug you for a while, just for a while, let me be greedy for this moment…”

The young man’s voice was choked with sobs. He was not using much strength, hugging his master gently.

Tan Zhui’s mind was disturbed by the young man’s crying. He couldn’t bear to push him away, so he had to let the young man bury his face in his shoulder and sob quietly.

This time, the two were not back-to-back, nor separated by a wall. They were facing each other, leaning on each other.

After a long time, the young man let go of him.

The two tacitly remained silent, not saying a word, just sitting on the same mountain stone, looking at the faint moonlight in the sky.

Sui Chunsheng murmured softly, “Master, the New Spring is coming.”

Tan Zhui grunted quietly.

“Yes, the New Spring is coming.”

…

The end of winter arrived, and the New Year came with it.

The New Year in the Nine Heavens was the same as the human realm below, with lanterns and decorations, couplets and door gods. However, the various immortal sects used portraits of their most powerful ancestors as their door gods.

The preparations for the New Year at Fangcun Mountain were left to two younger disciples. Sui Chunsheng naturally thought that the portrait of the White Deer Immortal should be posted on the doors of Fangcun Mountain.

Sui Chunsheng mixed the paste and neatly pasted the portrait, not forgetting to touch the cheeks of the person in the portrait.

Wugen, who was hanging the lanterns on the mountain gate, immediately gave Sui Chunsheng a heavy blow after seeing what the young man had pasted.

Sui Chunsheng was startled. He covered his head, looking at his brother helplessly.

His almond eyes were wide and round, “Brother, why did you do that?”

Wugen gritted his teeth, “You little brat, who told you to post the Divine Lord…”

Sui Chunsheng was stunned for a moment, “Wasn’t it said that we should paste the most powerful ancestor of our mountain gate?”

Wugen rolled his eyes, wishing he could twist the head of this little brat in front of him to see what it was made of.

“Ancestor.”

Sui Chunsheng was stunned for a moment, seeming to realize something was wrong.

“The Divine Lord is still alive, what are you doing by posting his portrait?” Wugen hit his head again.

Sui Chunsheng suddenly understood, and hurriedly tore down the portrait, rolled it up, and stuffed it into his chest.

“Then who should we paste?” Sui Chunsheng asked in confusion.

Wugen shook his head, “Our mountain gate only has your generation, so we won’t paste anything for now.”

“Let’s paste two ‘Fortune’ characters.”

Sui Chunsheng nodded, obediently pasting two “Fortune” characters.

The two youngsters tidied up Fangcun Mountain, making it bright with lights and red decorations everywhere. Even the group of wooden figures made by the White Deer Immortal were given red jackets, making them look very festive.

Although there were only three people and a group of mindless wooden figures on Fangcun Mountain, it gradually became lively.

On New Year’s Eve, the three of them at Fangcun Mountain made dumplings together.

Actually, this custom did not exist in the Nine Heavens, but Sui Chunsheng thought it was interesting. They couldn’t just eat immortal delicacies every year. They needed something different, and it would be a change of pace.

Moreover, he thought the dumplings in the lower world tasted good, and his master liked them too.

Wugen’s movements were quite nimble. Although they didn’t look very good, the speed was good enough.

Sui Chunsheng, on the other hand, was very skilled. The dumplings he made were large and round, each one plump.

Tan Zhui pondered for a long time, but couldn’t make a decent dumpling. Most of them were crooked and looked very comical.

But the two youngsters praised the White Deer Immortal a lot, wishing they could praise the dumplings he made as those made by the imperial chefs of the Nine Heavens.

Tan Zhui naturally heard it and felt very happy.

The young man watched the White Deer Immortal focus even more intently on fiddling with the dough in his hand. He curled the corners of his mouth and reached out to touch the tip of his master’s nose.

That little bit of flour was very noticeable on the White Deer Immortal’s skin. The flour looked a lot rougher than his skin.

Tan Zhui was stunned for a moment. Realizing his disciple’s mischief, he smiled helplessly.

Wugen had long been used to it. The Little Immortal of the Hibiscus had always been naughty. He was already extremely grateful that he didn’t bother him.

But in the next second, that brat raised a handful of flour and sprinkled it on his face.

Wugen blinked his eyes, his eyelashes dyed white with flour.

Sui Chunsheng immediately chuckled, and when he saw Wugen looking at him, he subconsciously hid behind Tan Zhui.

But Wugen grabbed him, as usual.

Sui Chunsheng immediately shouted, “Master! Help!”

Tan Zhui shook his head helplessly, “Don’t crush master’s dumplings… you two rascals.”

In the next second, the struggling Little Immortal of the Hibiscus was pushed face first into the flour.

Sui Chunsheng immediately raised his head. He felt an itch in his nose and suddenly sneezed.

The dark cloud of flour flew toward the White Deer Immortal, who was sitting upright.

…