The System Forced Me to Die. Master, He Dotes on Me as Much as Possible.

Xie Zhuchuan was bound to a convulsion system and was forced to complete social death tasks every day: Stealing the underwear of the elders of the execution hall and parading through the streets, blowing up the mountain behind the sect, and junior brother Bidong singing "Conquer"... The entire world of cultivators knew that Senior Brother Qingxuanzong was a "mad genius". Only his master, Xie Huiming, beat him on the butt with a lightning-strike wooden whisk and cleaned up his mess at the same time. Until the system releases the ultimate mission - to assist the good-for-nothing disciple Nie Xinghe to become the Lord of the Three Realms. Xie Zhuchuan: Is this a serious mission? Demon Lord Chixiao shook the marrow-washing bead that was the "token of love" from back then: Xiaochuan'er, I still have the bellyband you gave me back then. Bai Yang, the Holy Son of the Demon Clan, held up a letter of promise written when he was a child: Baby, did you agree to be my child adopter when you were a child? Xie Zhuchuan, who was pressed on his master's knees and beaten, was about to cry without tears: "Don't come over here!" Didn't you see that my master's whisk is emitting purple lightning? [Looking cool but actually protecting his shortcomings, the master attacks × Forced to commit suicide by the charlatan apprentice's suffering] I dance on Master's bottom line every day, but Master's lightning-strike wooden whisk always only falls lightly - that's weird!