When it came to reading, Si Qing generally didn't care much about the content—he treated all books as ordinary stories and didn't have any particular aversion to them.
However, after reading too many of the same kind, it inevitably became somewhat tedious. What's more, being constantly immersed in tales of love and romance made him feel a bit foolish.
After reading for a while, Si Qing found he couldn't continue and switched to other books on the shelf.
Si Qing possessed a nearly photographic memory—once he had read a book, he rarely ever revisited it. But now, he had no other choice. He would rather reread other books than endure another brainless plot where the characters were willing to drag the entire world into ruin for so-called love.
While Si Qing read, Si Ming always stayed by his side, so he naturally noticed when Si Qing switched books.
Si Ming didn't say anything. He merely glanced indifferently at Si Qing, then closed his eyes and resumed his cultivation.
Seeing this, Si Qing breathed a sigh of relief and settled down comfortably to continue reading. He truly had no desire to read any more stories about teacher-student romance.
But Si Qing had celebrated too soon.
The next day, when he returned to his teacher's study, he discovered that all the books on the shelf had been replaced with teacher-student romance novels—not a single other genre remained.
Si Qing: "..."
Si Ming's intentions had now become blatant and completely undisguised. Yet, Si Qing showed no reaction, as if he were completely oblivious. After pausing for a moment, he reached for one of the teacher-student romance novels and continued reading.
Sometimes, non-resistance stems from an inability to resist—but other times, it is a form of silent consent.
By not resisting, Si Qing was tacitly allowing Si Ming's overbearing behavior and his encroaching dominance. The relationship between them was no longer that of pure teacher and student.
But as long as Si Ming didn't explicitly voice his intentions, Si Qing would pretend not to know.
His teacher was already difficult enough to handle. If their relationship changed, Si Ming would only become more unrestrained. Things were better left as they were.
Si Qing had not yet been truly born; his current form was sustained by the power of the world's origin. Unlike his teacher, he could not cultivate, so reading was his only way to pass the endless stretch of time.
However, reading wasn't his only interest. When he grew tired of it, Si Qing would occupy himself with other activities.
For instance, he would study rare artifacts from the myriad worlds, or practice calligraphy and painting.
Like now.
Si Qing was practicing calligraphy at the desk in the study. He preferred writing with a brush, and the best ink was always freshly ground. So, as he practiced, he also ground the ink himself.
After writing for a while, just as Si Qing reached out to grind more ink, his hand brushed against Si Ming's.
Si Ming had clearly noticed Si Qing's inconvenience. He paused his cultivation, stepped beside Si Qing, and took over the task of grinding the ink.
Seeing this, Si Qing turned to Si Ming with a radiant smile, his beautiful eyes shining like stars. "Thank you, Teacher."
Though Si Qing's features were exquisitely perfect, they carried an aura of cool detachment, like the distant moon in the night sky. But when he smiled, that chill softened somewhat. Combined with the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye, the effect was strikingly beautiful and captivating.
Si Ming's gaze lingered on the corner of Si Qing's eye for a few seconds, his own dark eyes deep and unfathomable. In the end, He indifferently lowered His lashes and focused on grinding the inkstick.
Yet, when one's heart is unsettled, actions become difficult to control. In less than half a minute, Si Ming's attention had returned to the person beside Him.
Si Qing was writing with intense concentration. The sight of him with his head bowed, looking obedient and focused, surpassed any scenery in all the worlds—so beautiful it was impossible to look away.
It was just like their first meeting, a millennium ago.
Good and evil are entirely opposite, almost incompatible existences. The same holds true among deities.
A divine essence only answers the call of a mortal who shares its attributes, aligning almost perfectly with the nature of the god. A deity of malevolent essence naturally dislikes gods of benevolent essence.
But the youth was different.
He was like a soft beam of light, illuminating the boundless darkness, making one instinctively want to chase after him.
Yet, when a light is too dazzling and beautiful, it can also attract the covetous gaze of those lurking in the darkness. After all, beings who dwell in darkness sometimes yearn for the light.
Si Ming's gaze grew increasingly bold, the aggression and intensity in His eyes enough to make one's heart tremble. It was a kind of obsessive and pathological desire.
Si Qing had been practicing his calligraphy with full focus, but the increasingly unrestrained stare from the person beside him made it difficult to continue. He looked up at Si Ming and gently reminded him, "Teacher, please focus on grinding the ink. It's spilling."
Si Ming's mind was clearly not on the task, so His control of the pressure was poor, causing ink to splatter onto the table.
Si Ming glanced down at the spilled ink. The next moment, a wisp of black mist devoured it, leaving the surface perfectly clean again, as if nothing had ever happened.
Seeing this, Si Qing said nothing more and returned to his writing.
Looking down from above is a posture of dominance and absolute control, one that takes in every detail of the person before them. Although Si Ming had erased the traces of the ink, the look in His eyes remained completely unrestrained.
Indulgence will eventually lead to self-destruction, and tacit permission will ultimately invite further escalation.
Si Qing could only helplessly lay down his brush and give up on practicing his calligraphy for now.
The birth of a deity is an arduous process. Given Si Qing's unique nature, his own emergence was an exceptionally long one. He had remained in the divine hall for thousands of years without truly being born.
The endless cycle of reading and study had eventually become somewhat tedious. Si Qing had been looking forward to the outside world for a very long time.
He couldn't wait to see with his own eyes the landscapes Si Ming had shown him, to personally travel across all the realms, and to experience everything they had to offer.
Si Qing had once asked his teacher how much longer it would take for him to be born, but even Si Ming didn't know. The birth of a deity from a divine core was unprecedented, so there was nothing to use for reference.
Si Qing was a little disappointed, but he could only continue to wait, anticipating his true birth.
One evening, just after Si Qing had bid Si Ming goodnight and was about to leave, he suddenly seemed to sense something. His steps halted abruptly, and his slender figure froze completely.
This unusual behavior caught Si Ming's attention. He turned his gaze to Si Qing. "What is it?"
Hearing this, Si Qing turned to face Si Ming. His beautiful eyes shone with unrestrained excitement.
"Teacher, I think... I'm going to be born."
Si Qing was genuinely thrilled; the excitement was so palpable that the corners of his eyes curved slightly, unable to contain his joy. He had been waiting for this day for a very long time.
Si Ming felt the same. His gaze locked intently on Si Qing, his thin lips pressed tightly together. "When?"
"Tomorrow, probably." Si Qing's voice held a trace of uncertainty at first, but it quickly solidified into certainty. He was sure he would be born tomorrow.
He could already feel the fluctuations within his divine core.
A deity is usually born within their own world, and Si Qing was no exception. Especially for a deity born from a divine core like him, it was absolutely essential not to be separated from it during the birth process.
Si Qing desperately wanted to share his joy with Si Ming, but he knew he had to return to his own world immediately.
"Teacher, I will truly be born tomorrow! I'll come find you then!"
As he spoke, Si Qing flashed Si Ming a radiant, brilliant smile. "Teacher, see you tomorrow."
Si Ming's expression remained unchanged, but his hand trembled almost imperceptibly, a clear sign that he wasn't as calm as he appeared. He responded with a silent 'Mm.'
"See you tomorrow."
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