Bewitching My Heartless Daoist Master

After transmigrating, Yu Wuhen never expected to become the head of the Heartless Sect, wielding great power and bearing a weighty mission.

Before he could even celebrate, the heads of several major sects dragged him off to inspect a beautiful corpse. The beauty had died suddenly, but her face remained flawless and lovely. Unfortunately, the moment he touched her, she turned to ash.

Feeling helpless, guilty, and sorry for the child, he brought the beauty’s son, a skinny little boy, into the sect and carefully raised him.

But he never imagined he would be drawn into a conspiracy a hundred years in the making, or that his once-obedient little disciple would become a wicked one.

A strange emotion lurked in Hua Gengyan’s dark eyes. Kneeling on the ground, he looked up at Yu Wuhen. “You may think of me as your disciple, Master, but that’s only wishful thinking on your part.”

Yu Wuhen’s expression faltered, but he soon composed himself. Before Hua Gengyan could say anything more, he turned and walked away without looking back.

Then, an unforeseen change shattered the barrier separating the demon realm from the human world. To prevent the human realm from being reduced to a wasteland, he had no choice but to shoulder his responsibility as head of the Heartless Sect and sacrifice himself to Heaven to stabilize the barrier.

He thought he would meet a grisly end, but by a twist of fate, his cultivation reached perfection, and he was no longer bound by the Heavenly Dao.

When he opened his eyes three years later, he discovered that everyone was afraid of his upright, respectable little disciple.

His disciple knelt before him, eyes bloodshot, and clung to him. “Master, you’re finally back.”

But later, sitting in a palace in the demon realm, he watched Hua Gengyan, radiating wicked energy and breathtakingly handsome, grip his wrist with obsessive possessiveness. Only then did he realize he might have been walking into a trap all along.