After I Killed My Master, My Traitorous Disciple Torched Me: Book Transmigration

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Fang Xingjian spent half his life as a self-sacrificing saint, only to be killed by his beloved disciple and fall into the Demon Realm. Only then did he learn he was a cannon-fodder character in a harem novel.

Freed from the saintly script, the cold and ruthless sword cultivator Fang Xingjian breathed a sigh of relief.

With his long sword in hand, he would kill every scoundrel in the world who wronged him!

Yet in the boundless Demon Realm, he gained a little tail.

That person picked spirit herbs to stuff his pillow and killed demonic cultivators to seize territory, all so Fang Xingjian could sleep well.

Though blind, Fang Xingjian engraved that voice deep in his heart.

At last, when he had finished cultivating and returned to the human realm, he found his wicked disciple, Wen Ziyi.

With a fierce strike, his sword pierced Wen Ziyi's heart.

The disciple had been utterly unprepared. In a slightly hoarse voice, he called out, "Master."

Fang Xingjian froze.

Wen Ziyi had looked down on his master from the very beginning. He was slow, mundane, and utterly unremarkable. Those small kindnesses meant less than a useful cultivation manual.

Only after killing his master with a single sword strike and joining another sect did Wen Ziyi realize how precious that careful affection had been.

Wen Ziyi regretted it. He let his inner demon grow and searched desperately for his master's whereabouts.

When he finally saw the resolute look in his master's eyes, Wen Ziyi was afraid at last.

Hurt me, harm me, kill me if you want.

Just don't leave me.

Reader's Guide

[A groveling pursuit of the beloved, with a touch of a harem protagonist]

[Jealous, slightly unhinged puppy-like disciple gong x Ruthless, beloved sword cultivator shizun shou]

[Updates daily]

[No unsolicited writing advice or personal attacks]

Oh No, the Hehuan Sect Has Kidnapped a Buddhist Cultivator! [Book Transmigration]

The very day Ji Xingfan earned his black belt, he transmigrated into a cultivation novel as the evil leader of the Hehuan Sect.

The protagonist, Ning Yan, was a Buddhist cultivator, but Ji Xingfan drugged him and took his virginity. Heaven's way could not tolerate it, and heavenly lightning brutally stripped him of his Buddhist bones.

Ning Yan fell into demonic cultivation. After reaching enlightenment, he went on a killing spree and bathed the cultivation world in blood.

The first person he killed was the Hehuan Sect leader, Ji Xingfan.

He would skin him, break his bones, extract his soul to refine a lamp, and slaughter every last member of his sect. He'd make it as gruesome as possible.

As luck would have it, when Ji Xingfan arrived, he'd just drugged Ning Yan unconscious and was straddling the Buddhist cultivator, one shoulder bare and the corners of his eyes flushed.

His voice was as sweet as an oriole's, a soft, breathy twitter.

Ji Xingfan, the little boxing champion known as a monster and a beast: "..."

The boxing champion deliberately lowered his voice and accused the other first:

"What are you lying there for? Get up and fight me!"

A major crisis had struck the cultivation world.

The esteemed Buddhist son Ning Yan had fallen for the Hehuan Sect leader!

The great orthodox sects gathered their forces, vowing to capture Ji Xingfan and force him to surrender his cultivation, so Ning Yan could mend his ways and return to the righteous path.

But when they hurried to the scene, the sight before them left them dumbfounded:

The Hehuan Sect they imagined: pools of wine and forests of meat, wallowing in sensual pleasures, with licentious demonic cultivators everywhere, like a pleasure house.

The real Hehuan Sect: demonic cultivators lined up practicing punches, their shouts ringing out nonstop. They had put away their exquisite magical artifacts and neatly arranged boxing gloves of every material to one side.

Ning Yan, supposedly held captive, was reclining on a couch, smiling as he played with Ji Xingfan's long hair, showering him with tender affection.

The Hehuan Sect leader, supposedly guilty of every evil, sat at the table, impatiently pushing the Buddhist son away while earnestly studying a guide to growing the sect.

The orthodox disciples stared in stunned disbelief: "..."

So, so which one of them is the love demon, anyway?

Theme: The waters are deep and the winds are strong. If you lack the strength, keep quiet. Only the powerful can take charge of their own lives.