After Reincarnating as the Villain's Master, I Turned My Evil Disciple into a Loyal Dog

[Two male leads + System + dog-training fiction + universally adored master + love rivals + coercive possession + seme has only ever been with the uke]

Mei Heyu transmigrated into a book and became the villainous master in a cultivation novel.

The System gave him a task: collect hatred points from his six disciples, and once he had enough, he could go home.

Mei Heyu scoffed. He'd finally transmigrated into a world of immortal cultivation. Who would want to return to his miserable old life? But the System immediately threatened him: Fail the task, and you'll be erased!

Knowing which way the wind was blowing, Mei Heyu immediately caved. Outwardly, he agreed, but inwardly he had a clever plan: If he had to be a villain anyway, he might as well go all out!

When told to scold his disciples, he slapped them instead.

When told to discipline them, he kicked them in the chest.

When told to teach them a lesson, he drew his sword and drew blood.

When told to wound them as a warning, he nearly stabbed them to death.

The System was so moved it almost cried, praising him as a “natural-born villain” and the best Host it had ever had.

━━

He was handsome, and even his brutal methods drew countless admiring glances. But he cared only about the task, turning a blind eye to the infatuation and undercurrents around him. He never noticed the obsession hidden beneath the hatred in his six disciples' eyes, an obsession even they hadn't recognized.

━━

Just as the hatred points were about to max out, the System suddenly ran away. “I'll come back for you after you're dead!”

Mei Heyu was stunned. When he turned around, the disciples he'd once trampled underfoot had grown into powerful figures who could stand on their own. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they radiated an aura of murderous fury that could destroy the world.

First, the System had tricked him. Now, his disciples were coming for his life.

Mei Heyu's legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees on the spot. “For old times' sake, could you at least give me a painless death?”