The Wild Disciple Keeps Trying to Kill His Master

[Tough Yet Timid Surgeon X Cool, Sharp-Tongued Poison Doctor of the Demon Cult]

Baichuan is the youngest surgeon in the history of the Medical Sect, the greatest medical institution in the land, yet she is also the only mentor in Nachuan Pavilion who has never managed to recruit a single disciple.

It is a physician's glory, but a mentor's shame!

That is, until she rescued a man by the roadside. His face was horribly disfigured, he had been hunted all the way to Nachuan Valley, and he claimed to come from the Shangguan clan, a family of poison doctors.

The stranger was frail, but his mouth was anything but. He demanded that her master personally come to verify his identity and approve his entry into Nachuan Pavilion.

Baichuan scoffed. Was something wrong with him? This was the nation's top academy, and he was a backdoor entrant daring to smear her master's name? Her impression of the man instantly hit rock bottom.

But the face-slapping came quickly.

Not only was the man truly from a prominent family, he also possessed an improved formula for Mafisan, an anesthetic.

What was Mafisan? It was cutting-edge technology that held the entire surgical discipline by the throat. Whoever had Mafisan would rule the world of surgery; whoever mastered surgery would shape the future of medicine.

So, in the spirit of cherishing talent and welcoming the worthy, and thanks to her ability to bend without breaking, Baichuan not only went out of her way to cozy up to him every day, but also defended him at every turn, even risking her standing as a mentor when he was falsely accused of cheating in the entrance exam.

At last, she had found the founding disciple of her career as a mentor. Baichuan was so blissfully happy she would wake up from dreams smiling.

Other mentors in Nachuan Pavilion took in disciples who were both filial and considerate. She, on the other hand, had recruited a living ancestor, whose sharp tongue could make him insult his mentor and betray his ancestors a hundred times in a day!

But the rules of the Baichuan household had always been: worship your disciple like an ancestor, and put your master to work like a beast of burden...

Though he often left her speechless and nearly paralyzed with fury, how could she complain when he was a genius disciple who could help his mentor soar and make history in medicine?

So she would put up with it, and she would profit from it. This was not using each other; it was helping each other succeed.

Baichuan had thought that in this mutually willing "deal," she might have suffered a little, but she had still come out ahead by quite a lot.

Until the Demon Cult destroyed Nachuan Pavilion in its search for a secret manual, and that very manual, which had brought bloodshed to the martial world, turned out to be hidden in her memories.

To avenge herself, she abandoned the principles of her sect and cast aside her spotless reputation and dignity. She was even willing to share a love gu with him and become a living vessel for medicine, helping him cultivate demonic arts.

The cold stone floor seeped with bone-deep chill. She stumbled and fell to her knees before him, hair in disarray and robe smeared with dust. As if deranged, she used her former status as his mentor to compel and beg him, even to tempt him...

He merely lifted his lowered eyelids. His eyes, usually veiled in a thin mist, now held unfathomable dark currents. His former weariness and indifference had vanished, replaced by an obsessive, clinging intensity.

He sealed her panicked cries between their lips, leaving her no room to move, then asked her:

"Does a mentor really understand what it means to beg?"

After that, what lay between them was no longer the kindred partnership and mutual support she had naively believed in. Like a demon, she had dragged him into hell. She had ruined a brilliant poison doctor, and she thought she could only repay what she owed him in her next life.

Until that night, when the Martial Alliance issued a kill order and rivers of blood flowed. Her founding disciple had protected her, and his mask shattered, revealing his true identity on the spot.

His features were cold and alluring as a demon's, his presence could drive people back a thousand miles, and his bloodstained white robes made him seem like a ghost. He was none other than the Demon Cult's leader, the man who had struck terror into the martial world and been cursed by thousands!

The entire martial world began to mock and despise her, calling her a fool who had mistaken an enemy for her husband and been thoroughly used. The once-dignified Mentor Baichuan had become a demoness everyone looked down on...

But worse despair still awaited. At last, she uncovered the truth bit by bit:

The destruction of Nachuan Pavilion had been nothing more than a deal between those in power;

The chivalrous principles of the martial world she believed in concealed the most vile schemes;

The secret her master had spent a lifetime protecting had been meant to cover up a century-old fraud!

The martial world was vast, and its conspiracies ran deep.

Baichuan climbed out of the abyss one step at a time, and made up her mind:

She would rebuild the fallen Nachuan Pavilion herself, uncover the truth of history herself, and protect the wild disciple she had personally rescued herself.

To the demon Shangguan Han, she had never been the one who picked him up. He had been clinging to her all along!

If getting close to her had been expedience and using her had been a game of wits, protecting her had long since become instinct...

From carefully plotting every step to falling deeper with every step, he had thought he had lost completely. He never expected that this hapless master he had taken on in a pinch would tear open the truth and demand justice for his sake!

From then on, possessing her became his obsession...

So he lost the game, but won her back.

All he had ever wanted was for the steady, sure hands that held a scalpel to be free of medicine and never again stained with blood by conspiracy.

[Upcoming novel, "The Fox Hunter": By then, the fox had become the hunter. A childhood-sweethearts story with mutual secret crushes. Readers, come take a look!]

At the start of her sophomore year, Ying Rushi and the three other girls in her dorm went to a mixer with three upperclassmen from the neighboring university of science and technology. The three brainy bachelors bragged that they would bring their school's heartthrob junior to liven things up.

To her surprise, the heartthrob, who was supposedly the most handsome man in all the realms, was her childhood friend Qingshan, the ungrateful wretch who had vanished before the college entrance exams. Their names even fit together like a line of classical poetry.

Back in the day, out of neighborly affection and the bonds of classmates, Ying Rushi had looked after Qingshan all the way from kindergarten to high school. He ate her chicken legs, slept in her bed, enjoyed her parents' care, and took up residence in her heart.

Thinking of all that, Ying Rushi figured the guy would surely say something nice about her in front of the upperclassmen.

"Your names sound like they have some kind of connection," one of the guys at the mixer said curiously.

The little ingrate lowered his flirtatious eyes, speaking with shameless nonchalance.

"She and I have shared the same bed for years."

Qingshan and Ying Rushi had bickered for over a decade. Qingshan could make her furious with a single word, while Ying Rushi could only bite him to shut him up.

As for that grudge between gentlemen, years ago Qingshan had sneered at her with utter disdain:

"Ying Xiaoru, if a dog bites you, do you have to bite it back?"

Back then, Qingshan didn't know that Ying Rushi had developed a secret during puberty, one she had decided she could never tell him in this lifetime.

Years later, Qingshan grabbed her by the collar and grinned like a cunning fox, saying he wanted revenge for that bite from long ago.

Ying Rushi was stunned. "Didn't you say that if a dog bites you, you don't bite back?"

Qingshan patiently explained, "I wanted to be a person back then, but I realized it was too tiring. Being a dog is a better deal."

Then, with his warm breath against her neck, he gave it a gentle lick.

Without her noticing, the fox had become the hunter.

So, as she struggled to learn to accept herself, his love became the best cure she could have asked for.

And she was the only anchor for his wandering soul.

*A serious, steady, old-fashioned heroine X a gorgeous, sharp-tongued, scheming childhood friend with high emotional and intellectual intelligence

Theme: A familiar story is not necessarily the truest history