After Slaying My Dragon-Arrogant Disciple

I transmigrated into the body of a hypocritical master to a domineering protagonist.

Like in most stories, this master appeared noble and refined, but was actually sinister and petty. He praised and admired the protagonist to his face, but bullied and humiliated him behind his back. In the end, jealous of the protagonist's talent, he plotted to send him plunging into the abyss of the Demon Realm.

After enduring countless hardships and reaching the pinnacle of cultivation, the protagonist returned in glory and cut him into eight pieces to avenge himself.

The transmigrated master's reaction after learning the plot: No need to panic. The original owner got what he deserved. How could things end that way with me here? No big deal. I've got this in the bag.

So he set out to be a virtuous teacher and loving father, treating the protagonist with warmth and care, teaching him patiently and looking after him tenderly. He even risked his life to protect him several times.

He was certain that he could use his boundless love to dispel the hatred in the protagonist's heart, change the ending, and avoid being cut into eight pieces.

But the result was just what everyone would expect:

The forced-love plot kicked in, with a charming master and a pretty young disciple.

In the end, his domineering disciple locked him in a secret room and did this and that to him, then grabbed him by the waist with red-rimmed eyes and demanded, "Why don't you love me?!"

The master looked at his battered, uh, spirit. "What do you think?"

Three years into the forced-love plot, the master died in an accident, his soul scattered and his cultivation destroyed.

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When he opened his eyes, he was back at the moment he had first transmigrated.

His troublesome disciple had just been tortured and gravely injured by the original master, and was waiting for him to come to the rescue.

Master: ...Rescue my ass!

He grabbed his sword, kicked open the protagonist's door, and ran him through the heart.

Forget boundless love and surviving by keeping a low profile. Let me teach you transmigrators what it means to pull up the weeds by the roots and eliminate every future threat!

Thud. His domineering disciple died on the spot.

The master was relieved.

He took his sword back to his room and slept soundly. But when he opened his eyes in the middle of the night, two versions of his domineering disciple were sitting at his bedside. They looked exactly alike, except one was older and the other younger.

The younger one, bloody and clutching his wound, asked, "Master, why did you kill me?"

The older one, eyes brimming with tears, kissed his face. "Master, why did you abandon me?"

Good grief...

His disciple had split into two. One sword strike had turned one lunatic into two. What was he supposed to do? Help! Answers needed ASAP!!!

* One disciple is from the current timeline. The other is the forced-love disciple from his past life, who followed him here.

* Happy ending.

Theme: Love others and yourself, and keep striving to grow stronger.