Reborn After My Beloved Disciple Pierced My Heart

Reborn to punish the scum, with an age-gap master-disciple romance

Includes a supporting-character regret arc

[Fraill, pure-hearted beauty of a master x possessive, deranged, loyal dog disciple]

He Huaiyan wears a mask. He is the foremost seat of the First Sword Sect, once a peerless talent who towered over the cultivation world, but illness has long since left him unable to wield a sword.

The title of foremost seat is empty now, and he can no longer be bothered to care.

He took only two disciples in his life, one lively and smiling, the other gloomy and cold. Naturally, he had his favorite.

He never expected his favorite to plunge into his heart the very sword he'd taught him, killing his own master for someone else's sake.

"Master, you can't wield a sword anymore anyway. You may as well give your inner core to someone else."

As he lay dying, he finally saw the truth: that "someone else" was the junior brother he had secretly loved all along. His favorite disciple, his senior disciple, had joined forces with the junior brother he had always looked after to kill him.

A spirit sword through the heart, his inner core ripped out alive.

At the very end, he heard his junior brother whisper softly and viciously, "Senior Brother, when you rejected me back then, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

-

When He Huaiyan opened his eyes again, he was back at a banquet from years before.

His eldest disciple was lively and obedient, leaning against his knee and sweetly calling him "Master," waiting for him to bestow the greatest treasure upon him.

From the corner of his eye, He Huaiyan saw his junior brother watching him. His hand paused, then he drew back the treasure he was about to give and offered it instead to Chi Yin, the little disciple kneeling on the other side, eyes lowered, silent, and looked down on by everyone.

Behind his mask, he smiled faintly at him. "Yin'er, come here. Stay closer to me."

After a moment of stunned hesitation, Chi Yin came over on his knees. A scalding tear suddenly fell and struck He Huaiyan's palm.

He Huaiyan: So he's a crybaby?

No matter. I'll teach him everything I've learned.

As for myself, after dying once, I've gained clarity. If I can't cultivate immortality, then I'll cultivate demonic power!

Later, He Huaiyan no longer thought Chi Yin was a crybaby, because so many times, he was the one who couldn't hold back his tears. Chi Yin gently kissed the dampness on his face. "Master, can't take any more already? Let's do it one more time, and then I'll stop."

He coaxed him so gently that He Huaiyan believed him, only to regret it soon after.

-

Chi Yin carried demonic blood and knew his master didn't love him, but as long as he could stay by his master's side, he was content.

That day, he slaughtered all three thousand people of the immortal sect to find his master. But in the end, all he found was his master's broken body. His eyes went bloodshot, and he could no longer suppress the demonic energy surging within him.

For the next three hundred years, no immortal sect remained in the world.

Blurb saved on 2026.3.10. Still thinking about the title 🥺

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