When I woke up, I became the vicious master in a cultivation novel.
In the original novel, I would be ripped off by my blackened apprentice, and my soul would be suppressed under the devil's abyss.
The system told me: "The only way to change your destiny is to train your disciples to be leaders of the right path with good conduct."
I looked at the injured boy in front of me with gloomy eyes, and fell into deep thought.
——After all, in the original work, this future demon lord is kneeling at my feet now.
"Master," he said hoarsely, "I know I was wrong."
I picked up his chin and looked at it for a moment.
"Wrong? Your mistake is not cruel enough."
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