The Nine Female Disciples of the Immortal Emperor Are All Yandere

I transmigrated into the reincarnation of the Dao Ancestor. The day I woke up, nine female disciples, all Immortal Emperors, were kneeling by my bed, waiting for me to open my eyes. They had waited for 9,800 years.

The first disciple said, "Master, I forged 9,800 swords for you. If you can't remember, I'll tell you about them one by one."

The second disciple held out a bowl of medicine. "Here, take a pill. You'll feel better once you do."

The third disciple said, "The outside world is filthy. I slaughtered an entire city as a congratulatory gift for you."

I thought this was a reunion between master and disciples. Then I found out: one wanted to confine me, one wanted to lock me up, and one wanted to turn me into a puppet that would never leave.

I escaped from one, only to be caught by another. I escaped from two, only to be cornered by the third.

I transmigrated into the master they'd waited 90,000 years for, but they were the tribulation I had to face.

The only strange thing was that no matter where I fled, I couldn't shake the little girl I'd once found by a stream. She had no cultivation and no powerful backers, but she'd watched me run away nine times and cry nine times. At last, she said, "Master, could you choose me just once?"