After Faking My Death, All the Protagonists Came Back With Me

[Updated daily at 9 p.m.] [Good news: After transmigrating into several books as the villain, I came back with a golden finger.] [Bad news: All the protagonists I wronged came back with me.] Ye Zhi is a well-known pretty face in the entertainment industry. By accident, he transmigrated into one cultivation novel after another, becoming the villainous master destined to be killed by his disciple to prove the Dao. To return to the real world, Ye Zhi worked diligently at being a terrible lover to one disciple after another. Just as he wished, his eldest disciple locked him in the Sword Pavilion, his second disciple nailed him to the dungeon, and his third disciple submerged him in the Spirit Spring. He successfully faked his death. He had finally returned! Seeing the flood of hate comments on his phone, he was moved to tears. With the acting skills and cultivation he had honed over three lifetimes, he staged an incredible comeback. His haters switched sides one after another, and he became the beloved master of the nation. Just as life was getting better and better, Ye Zhi realized that the disciples he had wronged had all come back with him. They had even become powerful figures in their respective worlds, and they insisted on rekindling their relationships with him. His eldest disciple, once the leader of a sword sect and now a cold, domineering CEO, spent a fortune on him. "So Master's deception was meant to spare me pain. In our previous life, you gave your life for me and my sword. This time, let me clear every obstacle in your path. Can we go back to how things were?" Ye Zhi: Wait, when did I give my life for you? His second disciple, once a half-demon, half-human and now a sickly, possessive movie star, coughed up blood as he pinned Ye Zhi firmly in a corner, his gaze dark. "Master was misled into abandoning me in our previous life. Don't make the same mistake this time. I can give you everything." Remembering how he went mad at the drop of a hat, Ye Zhi shuddered. His third disciple, once a well-behaved dragon and now a prodigy of a writer, smiled as he accidentally snapped Ye Zhi's security door in half. "Why am I never in Master's eyes? I can be more obedient than anyone. Please look at me a little more, all right?" Ye Zhi: ...Is it still too late to run? As if things weren't bad enough, just as he was at his wit's end, an accident brought the disciples together, each of whom had thought he was the only one. The three disciples, wary of one another: Master, who are they? The three disciples, their auras growing more dangerous: Why are they calling you Master too? The three disciples turned to him at once, their eyes dark: Just how many good disciples do you have? Ye Zhi: Help, QAQ. How do I make my disciples understand that socialism doesn't allow cultivation, let alone dual cultivation? A sweet, satisfying story set in the modern world, with a few flashbacks to his time after transmigrating into books. Theme: Good people get what they deserve.