Easygoing, fiercely protective, motherly white-snake master, the shou, vs. a scheming, green-tea disciple who is a demon-in-training villain, the gong
On the day he earned his doctorate in philosophy in Germany, Shen Xuan transmigrated into the cultivation world as an ordinary white snake.
Shen Xuan: No big deal. I survived two extra years in grad school, so transmigration is nothing!
He joined a sect, cultivated diligently for eight hundred years, became an immortal in snake form, founded a mountain sect, and took on disciples.
His disciple was a boy he picked up at the foot of the mountain: ragged clothes, face covered in dust, well-behaved and sensible, and impossible not to pity.
Shen Xuan raised him like both a father and a mother. Fortunately, the boy learned everything at once and gradually took care of all Shen Xuan's daily needs, from food and clothes to lodging and transportation.
Then one day, the System finally showed up.
[Actually, you transmigrated into a book. Your dear disciple is the last survivor of the demon clan, and he'll destroy the world for revenge one day. You have to set him straight!]
Shen Xuan thought for a moment, then wiped away a tear. So the child has suffered so much. I'm such a terrible master!
He called his disciple over and asked him frankly how far along he was with his revenge.
His disciple, eyes brimming with tears, knelt for a long time and admitted his fault. I'm sorry, Master. I really do want revenge... But honestly, it's only something I've thought about!
Shen Xuan squeezed his eyes shut. When a child says he needs the bathroom, he's probably already wet his pants.
Sure enough, he discovered that his disciple had already gathered an army and was preparing to leave the sect and face danger alone.
He packed his things that very night.
System: [You should stop him...]
"Be quiet," Shen Xuan interrupted unhurriedly. "Is this the child's fault? If someone bullies you, you have to hit back!"
Chu Zhaoheng had never wanted to tarnish his master's good name, but his master merely reached out and patted the top of his head.
Shen Xuan's expression was gentle. "As long as my disciple is healthy and happy, that's all that matters."
Defying the plot under pressure from the System, he somehow ended up becoming the Demon Lord.
Shen Xuan: "Now that I'm the Demon Lord, what should my dear disciple be?"
That night, he lifted the covers and found his disciple smiling sweetly at him.
Chu Zhaoheng's voice was soft and husky. "Your disciple will be your one and only Demon Empress, serving you year after year. How does that sound, Master?"
Happily, he pressed Shen Xuan beneath him and held him tight.
Shen Xuan's breath caught.
Master is carrying a heavy burden again today!
Theme: Respect your teachers and honor your elders; respect the old and cherish the young.
