Chapter 321: The Unfinished Novel

He might think that he possessed the potential to become cruel enough to destroy the world.

Just like how he currently believed that his master would definitely become a Savior who would save the world and countless people, even before Xiao Shou himself had become the Savior.

That was simply human nature.

Fu Young’s brilliant mind rapidly calculated.

In an instant, he thought of thousands of ways to fool Xiao Shou. But the moment he considered using those methods on Xiao Shou, he rejected them one by one.

Other people did not matter. But his master was the only person who mattered.

He did not want to leave a dark history in front of the most important person in his life.

Besides, his master had already confessed most of his secrets to him.

Therefore, it was only right that he also reveal a little of his own history, as long as it was not the darkest parts.

The most important thing was to quickly solve that unknown problem and eliminate the future possibility of being exposed.

Fu Young had thought through too many things in an instant.

In the end, he lowered his head in frustration. Even the small tuft of hair standing on top of his head drooped down. With an expression of complete despair, he said: "Fine. I will tell Master everything. Actually, that person with the surname Mao ordered the Ao family to hand me over. After some events happened, I eventually fell into his hands. He tortured me while saying that as long as he killed me, the protagonist of the book, he would no longer become a cannon fodder character. After that, he kept rambling and told me some of the contents of that book."

"What contents?" Xiao Shou’s attention was immediately attracted by the so called book contents.

He completely forgot that he had originally been questioning his disciple about fooling him.

His curiosity toward unknown things made him grab Fu Young’s arm and shake it repeatedly.

As expected, his master was always easily distracted by new and interesting things.

Fu Young felt proud inside.

However, he did not dare show it on his face.

He continued pretending to be wronged, pitiful, and miserable.

He acted as if he had suffered countless hardships.

"He said that in the book, I was a useless person. I cultivated for a very, very long time, but my progress was extremely slow. That continued until..."

"Oh! So it was a trash protagonist cultivation story!" Xiao Shou suddenly understood. "Eh? Wait, something is wrong. Why is there no female protagonist? Disciple, where is your harem?"

The more Xiao Shou listened, the stranger it became. What kind of story was this? Against the World?

That sounded strangely familiar. It felt like he had seen something similar somewhere before. But no matter how hard he thought, he could not remember. He frowned and looked at Fu Young. "Speaking of your power of creation and destruction, what exactly did you destroy? What did you create? What about the other contents? It’s a book! It cannot possibly only contain this little information, right?"

After Fu Young finished speaking, Xiao Shou tapped his chin repeatedly with his finger.

His curiosity felt like countless tiny claws scratching at his heart.

He wanted to know more.

Ah!

This was the bad habit caused by becoming addicted to reading novels.

A cold sweat slid down Fu Young’s forehead and he calmly pretended to look just as troubled. "That is exactly what the person with the surname Mao said. Against the World. That I would ascend to the Immortal Realm. I also want to know the detailed story."

"Ah! Knowing that it is a book and knowing only a little of the content, but not knowing the details or the ending... Isn’t that basically the same as an unfinished novel?" Xiao Shou felt extremely depressed.

However, when he noticed Fu Young’s small movement, Xiao Shou could not hold back and immediately burst into laughter while hitting the bed.

"Hahaha... Young’er, you are too cute. How can you be this cute? Ahahaha..."

"Master..." Fu Young looked like he was about to cry, appearing completely miserable and wronged. "You are bullying me."

Such a cute and beautiful young man and this beautiful young man was his beloved disciple.

His disciple was too adorable and too handsome.

Xiao Shou was completely overwhelmed by his cuteness. He even forgot that his beloved disciple was apparently the protagonist of some book.

He rushed over and hugged Fu Young while repeatedly messing up his already messy hair. "Young’er, how can you be this cute? This is cheating!"

"Master..."

Fu Young’s face was buried in a soft embrace because his master had become too excited.

He smelled the faint fragrance of osmanthus on Xiao Shou’s body.

It was the scent of the osmanthus wood hairpin he had personally given to his master, created through his bloodline ability.

He never expected that even this place seemed to have been stained with the same fragrance.

His osmanthus scent seemed to cover every part of his master’s body.

Thinking about this, Fu Young’s face turned completely red.

His heart began beating rapidly and the blood throughout his body seemed to boil.

Especially as he breathed in the unusually soft and warm sensation, a certain instinctive reaction from being male was awakened.

Without realizing it, Fu Young rubbed his flushed and peerlessly handsome face slightly. "It’s so soft... so comfortable..."

"Ah! Eh?!" Xiao Shou who had unknowingly acted like a shameless person after being tempted by such a beautiful young man suddenly feel that something hard below had been rubbed against him several times.

He also seemed to have heard some rather inappropriate words.

He immediately froze.

After two or three breaths, Xiao Shou finally understood what had happened and he immediately pushed Fu Young away.

The matter of the book, the matter of the protagonist, everything was forgotten.

With a flushed face, Xiao Shou turned around and ran away.

"Eh? He ran away." Fu Young was pushed away so suddenly that he almost fell onto the bed.

He was stunned for a moment. Then he looked at his lower body and recalling the feeling when he rubbing it to his Master, he let out a soft laugh.