After Failing to Seduce the Heartless Sword Cultivation Senior Brother

Qian Jiao, the young master of the Hehuan Sect, had rosy lips, pearly white teeth, and a complexion as radiant as the sun and stars. When he turned sixteen, the entire sect celebrated his coming of age.

His father, the sect leader, even picked out a hundred and eighty handsome men for him to cultivate dual cultivation with.

But Qian Jiao didn't like a single one of them.

The people in the demonic sect were all ugly, with horns or strange markings, and they smelled bad, too. He wasn't interested.

"Sweetie, what kind do you like?" The Hehuan Sect leader had only one son, so he indulged him in everything and coaxed, "Whatever kind you like, I'll send people to catch him for you."

If he was going to find someone to cultivate with, he might as well choose the strongest and most handsome one.

Qian Jiao sent his underlings out to ask around. The rumors said that Xie Jue, the eldest disciple of the Shangqing Sect, was the most powerful, and that his looks were peerless.

Lying on a soft couch, Qian Jiao kicked his feet up. "Then I want to catch that Xie Jue from the Shangqing Sect."

The Hehuan Sect leader furrowed his brows and thought it over. "That one's a little hard to catch. Xie Jue is incredibly powerful, and he cultivates the Way of Unfeeling, so I'm afraid..."

"That's what makes it interesting." Qian Jiao sat up, full of confidence. "If I can't catch him, I'll go seduce him myself!"

*

Qian Jiao concealed his identity, disguised himself as an ordinary young man, and pretended to be injured. He waited along Xie Jue's usual route, then stumbled straight into his arms.

"Big brother, I'm hurt. Can you take me home?" He looked up at Xie Jue with wide, round eyes, appearing innocent and guileless.

He knew better than anyone that his face made it impossible for people to say no.

As expected, Xie Jue looked down at him for a moment, then took him back to the Shangqing Sect.

Qian Jiao had always been spoiled in his own sect. His skin was fair and delicate, and he only ever wore fine silk. The Shangqing Sect's disciple robes gave him a rash.

He didn't bother putting up with it. Right in front of Xie Jue, he untied his sash and deliberately pulled open his collar. "Big brother, I'm not used to wearing this."

His robe slipped down, baring one shoulder and nearly falling to his thin, pink-tinged chest.

Qian Jiao watched Xie Jue closely. Hmph, surely he couldn't keep his composure after this.

But Xie Jue remained unmoved. Following proper decorum, he calmly changed Qian Jiao into another outfit and wrapped him up neatly.

Qian Jiao: "..."

Was this guy even capable of anything? He'd taken his clothes off and everything!

*

Qian Jiao didn't give up. Every day, he followed Xie Jue around calling him big brother, ate from Xie Jue's bowl, slept in Xie Jue's bed, and even deliberately waited for him on the bed wearing only his undergarments.

But he fell asleep waiting, and when he woke up, he found that Xie Jue had merely dressed him and tucked him in.

After several months of this, he hadn't managed to seduce Xie Jue. Instead, Xie Jue had taught him to cultivate his mind and body. He ate and slept well at the Shangqing Sect, and even gained two pounds.

This was far too embarrassing for the young master of the Hehuan Sect. Qian Jiao couldn't stand it anymore. He revealed his identity and decided to force himself on Xie Jue. He gave him the aphrodisiac he'd brought from his sect, then climbed on top of him.

But he made a misstep, and Xie Jue flipped him over, pinned him down, grabbed his slender wrists, and tied him to the bed.

With his hands and feet restrained and no way to break free, Qian Jiao opened his beautiful eyes wide. "So you like it this way?"

Having grown up in the Hehuan Sect, surrounded by such things, Qian Jiao was willing to accept this particular preference. He lay back and said, "All right, go ahead."

Xie Jue's temple throbbed as he held back. He made a hand seal to seal Qian Jiao's mouth, then went to the ice spring behind the mountain.

Qian Jiao: "...??"

Much later, Xie Jue finally returned, bringing the cold with him.

*

This time, Qian Jiao was truly angry. Was all this really necessary? He could find anyone he wanted to cultivate with. He didn't care about Xie Jue at all.

He immediately packed his things and left, but halfway there, Xie Jue stopped him.

"What do you want?" Qian Jiao snapped, no longer calling him big brother.

"Where are you going?" Xie Jue asked.

Qian Jiao glared at him. "Obviously, I'm going to find someone else to cultivate with. A hundred and eighty people."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Xie Jue, his face cold, tied him up again.

"Again?" Before Xie Jue bent down to kiss him, Qian Jiao was still furious. "You're no good at this..."

Soon, Qian Jiao learned firsthand just how capable Xie Jue was. His wrists and ankles were bound until they were red and nearly rubbed raw. The Hehuan technique began circulating on its own, and spiritual energy flooded his body until it overflowed.

"Still want to find someone else?" Xie Jue whispered in his ear.

Qian Jiao: "No... I don't... Sob..."

· One-on-one, happy ending, each other's one and only. The eldest disciple who cultivates the Way of Unfeeling is the gong × the young master of the Hehuan Sect is the shou. Sweet romance.

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