The System Forces Me to Humiliate Myself, but My Master Cherishes Me

Xie Zhuchuan was bound to a malfunctioning System and forced to complete socially mortifying tasks every day:

Steal the Punishment Hall Elder’s underwear and parade through the streets, blow up the sect’s back mountain, pin his junior fellow disciple against the wall and sing “I Will Conquer”...

The entire cultivation world knew that Qingxuan Sect’s senior disciple was a “crazy genius.” Only his master, Xie Huiming, would beat his backside with a lightning-struck wood horsetail whisk while cleaning up his messes.

Until the System issued its ultimate mission: help his good-for-nothing disciple, Nie Xinghe, rise to the top and become ruler of the Three Realms.

Xie Zhuchuan: Is this mission even legitimate?

The Demon Venerable Chixiao twirled the Marrow-Cleansing Pearl, their “token of love” from back then: “Little Chuan, I still have the bellyband you gave me.”

The Demon Clan’s holy son, Bai Yang, held up the promise he had written as a child: “Sweetheart, didn’t you promise when we were little that you’d be my child bridegroom?”

Pinned across his master’s knee and getting spanked, Xie Zhuchuan was near tears: “Don’t come any closer! Can’t you see my master’s whisk is crackling with purple lightning?”

[A seemingly aloof, actually fiercely protective master gong × a disciple shou who is forced to court disaster, a goofy drama queen]

Every day he pushes his master’s limits, but his master’s lightning-struck wood whisk always comes down ever so gently... Not!