My Mad Apprentice Forced Me to Love Him After I Faked My Death

Shen Zhaoxue was nearing the end of his life when he unexpectedly found a boy on the desolate northern frontier, barely clinging to life.

He brought the boy back to Tingxue Peak, took him in as his sole personal disciple, concealed that he had little time left, and taught him with devoted care.

But their time together was short. Destined to sacrifice himself to the Dao and seal away the Demon God as its "sword scabbard," Shen Zhaoxue merged with the sword during the blood moon ceremony, ten years after adopting Xie Wudu, and died, his cultivation vanishing with him.

He thought his life had come to an end, but three years later, someone forcibly reforged his spirit, bringing him back to the mortal world.

Before he could make sense of this world beneath a changed sky, he fell into a pair of bloodshot, scarlet eyes.

His once gentle and obedient disciple had become the bloodthirsty, brutal supreme ruler of the demonic path. The cold sword mound where Shen Zhaoxue had once been buried had been transformed by Xie Wudu into a gloomy, heavily guarded palace of the demon realm.

In the sunless bedchamber, layer upon layer of curtains hung down, while the warm, heavy chains around his wrists rattled without end.

The young man pressed close, his scorching kisses brutally branding the vulnerable side of his master's neck. His eyes were filled with obsession.

"When you deceived me back then, Master, did you ever imagine this day would come?"