Zhang Jingmo rested in the pool for a long time.

It was not until the sun set that he left the water. He changed into clean clothes. After leaving the pool, he did not go to find Lu Guijiu, but went to his spiritual cave to start cultivating.

Lu Guijiu also did not come to find Zhang Jingmo. He seemed to have been stimulated by Zhang Jingmo telling him to get lost, and no longer pestered Zhang Jingmo as he had before.

Fifteen or sixteen years old is a sensitive age to begin with. Lu Guijiu had never seen Zhang Jingmo like this before, and he did not understand why his master would tell him to get lost.

The master and disciple fell into a very awkward confrontation. Lu Guijiu practiced all day, as if he wanted to exhaust all his energy so that he would not think about Zhang Jingmo.

However, sometimes, ignoring a problem does not mean it will be solved. On the contrary, some things will get worse over time.

On the fifty-third day of the cold war with Zhang Jingmo, Lu Guijiu had his first nighttime spring dream.

When Lu Guijiu woke up from his dream sweating profusely, he clearly remembered that the person in his dream had a pair of long, slender legs, skin as white as snow. As his gaze moved upward, he did not see the person's face, but saw a head of long white hair. The person had his back to him, floating lightly in the water, then slowly turned his face, as if wanting to say something to Lu Guijiu. Before Lu Guijiu could see the person's face clearly, he had already woken up.

Although he did not see the face, the identity of the person was self-evident.

Lu Guijiu stared at the ceiling in a daze, feeling his head in a muddle. He vaguely heard a voice calling him, and he responded in a trance, "Master..."

As soon as these two words were uttered, Lu Guijiu felt a thin layer of cold sweat on his back. He seemed to understand what these two words he had called out meant, and also understood what his dream just now meant...

Lu Guijiu raised his arm to cover his face, but his chest kept heaving. As soon as he closed his eyes, a scene that should have been forgotten appeared before his eyes... He saw Zhang Jingmo standing in the water with his back to him. The skin on that back was more attractive than the most precious heavenly treasure, making Lu Guijiu want to reach out and touch it uncontrollably.

However, in the next moment, Zhang Jingmo's cold expression drove away the enchanting image in Lu Guijiu's mind, making his body's heat instantly cool down.

Lu Guijiu could not sleep anymore. He silently crawled out of bed, changed his pants, and went alone to the stream to wash his clothes. These things were usually done by the servant boys. Today, he was too embarrassed to let the servant boys wash his clothes.

Lu Shu, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, "What did you dream about?"

Lu Guijiu did not speak.

Lu Shu said, "Did you dream about your master?"

Lu Guijiu's movements paused, then he said unhappily, "What's it to you?"

Lu Shu thought to himself that he did not want to care either, but Lu Guijiu's master was his greatest desire in this life. How could he not care? He thought for a moment and said, "Do you understand these matters of love?"

Lu Guijiu grunted. In fact, when he was thirteen or fourteen years old in the secluded cave, Zhang Jingmo would give him some books on this subject to read. However, every time Lu Guijiu read the books, Zhang Jingmo would find an excuse to leave him, either to go to the secluded cave to pick herbs or to go to the mountain outside to hunt spiritual beasts.

Those books described some matters between men and women in a very ambiguous way. Lu Guijiu read them in a daze and did not fully understand.

Lu Shu sighed, "Tsk tsk tsk, it seems you only have a half-baked understanding. Come, come, let me show you..." As his words fell, a series of lewd pictures appeared before Lu Guijiu's eyes. In the pictures, men and women were mating in various postures. The images were so explicit that if Zhang Jingmo saw them, he would probably be angry enough to tear Lu Shu apart.

Lu Guijiu was very shocked at first. He had only encountered textual descriptions before, and they were very obscure. Now, he was suddenly presented with such explicit pictures, so naturally, it was a bit hard to accept at first.

Lu Shu said, "I advise you not to indulge in such things. After all, if you lose your yang essence too early, it will affect your cultivation." This was also why Zhang Jingmo had been a monk for countless years. His talent was not very high to begin with. If he wasted his cultivation on such things, his path of cultivation would be very worrying.

Lu Guijiu's mouth was dry and his body unconsciously reacted.

Lu Shu secretly rejoiced in his heart when he saw this: It seems that Lu Guijiu is still interested in women. If he works hard in the future, maybe he can let go of his obsession with his master. This...

He had just thought of this when he heard Lu Guijiu ask faintly, "Are there any with men together?"

Lu Shu: "...No."

Lu Guijiu pursed his lips, and the gloom between his brows deepened. He looked at his body's reaction, then at the chilly stream water, and without thinking, jumped directly into it.

Lu Shu sighed with great heartache when he saw this, and said, "Forget it, forget it... Come, come, I'll show you men with men."

Lu Guijiu said, "...Really?"

He had thought that things between men were not tolerated by the world...

Lu Shu laughed, "Of course there are. You don't have to feel that what you're thinking is shocking. As long as you are strong enough and stand at the top of the Dao, you can set the rules and doctrines of all things in the world."

A strange light flashed in Lu Guijiu's eyes.

Lu Shu said, "So I advise you to put aside these matters of love for now. Your talent is extraordinary. If you waste it, I'm afraid even the heavens will not be able to stand it."

Lu Guijiu pursed his lips, then silently set a goal in his heart.

That night, Lu Guijiu was unable to sleep, but Zhang Jingmo had a good night's sleep.

After his cold war with Lu Guijiu, he went to find Yu Fen for a few more jars of fine spirit wine and drank them all by himself.

This spirit wine could even get a Nascent Soul stage cultivator drunk, so naturally it was no exception for a Golden Core stage cultivator like Zhang Jingmo. After he got drunk, he fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up the next day, the things that had been weighing on his heart felt inexplicably lighter.

After Zhang Jingmo woke up, he didn't get out of bed, but leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes to rest. He thought that he might as well go find Yu Fen again to exchange some spiritual medicine for spiritual wine, and drink for a few more days. Perhaps then the knot in his heart would be completely untied.

As he was thinking this, he heard a knock on the door, and Lu Guijiu's voice sounded outside, saying, "Master, are you there?"

Zhang Jingmo tidied his somewhat disheveled clothes and said, "Come in."

Lu Guijiu had already smelled a strong scent of alcohol outside the door. When he entered the room and saw Zhang Jingmo looking a bit listless, he knew that his master had been drinking again yesterday.

Zhang Jingmo was wearing a loose robe. Although he had just tidied it a little, compared to his usual neat appearance, there was an added sense of laziness. He said languidly, "What is it?"

Lu Guijiu said, "Master, your disciple knows his mistake."

Zhang Jingmo said, "Oh? Where did you go wrong?"

Lu Guijiu said, "Your disciple should not have gone to find Master on his own..." He didn't know that Zhang Jingmo had already learned of his hazy thoughts, and only thought that Zhang Jingmo was angry because he had violated his privacy.

Zhang Jingmo looked at Lu Guijiu with a half-smile, and said, "Guijiu, Master is not angry at you."

Lu Guijiu was stunned, not expecting Zhang Jingmo to say that.

Zhang Jingmo sat up from the bed, the wide robe draping down to reveal his exquisite collarbones and fair chest. He walked over to Lu Guijiu who was kneeling on the ground and said, "Master is angry at himself."

Lu Guijiu kept his head lowered, not daring to move. But where Zhang Jingmo couldn't see, his eyes were fixed on his master's feet stepping on the black stone tiles.

Zhang Jingmo's feet were very beautiful, with an elegant arch, round nails like pink shells, and skin so white it was transparent, allowing the blue veins to be seen.

Lu Guijiu swallowed lightly. He felt he was going crazy, actually wanting to lower his head and kiss that beautiful instep.

Zhang Jingmo saw Lu Guijiu lower his head, but didn't know what Lu Guijiu was thinking. He continued, "Master is angry at himself for being so useless."

Only when Lu Guijiu heard the words "useless waste" did he finally come back to his senses. He suddenly raised his head and saw Zhang Jingmo's expressionless face. Those eyes that usually carried a smile were now as cold as frost.

Lu Guijiu opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Zhang Jingmo snorted in disdain. He said, "Guijiu, sometimes your master really..." He trailed off, unable to say the words 'envies you'. He just reached out his index finger and lightly lifted Lu Guijiu's chin with it.

Lu Guijiu was completely unprepared for this action from Zhang Jingmo.

Fortunately, Zhang Jingmo only lightly lifted it for a moment before letting go. He sighed and waved his hand, saying, "Anyway... your master is not angry at you." He was angry at himself for spending so much time, taking so many magic treasures, stealing the luck of so many people, yet still only able to be trapped on this continent, having to place all his hopes on someone who had once betrayed him.