Master, Your Disciple Is Going Off the Rails Again

[It's complete! The whole story costs just over one yuan, an amazing deal!] In the eleventh year since he transmigrated, Su Xingyun began to lose his appetite and lie awake at night. There was only one reason: after emerging from the Prison Abyss, his little apprentice had dazzled everyone and risen to the top of the Immortal Rankings. Any other Immortal Venerable would have laughed with delight to see their apprentice become so powerful. Su Xingyun couldn't laugh at all. Because eleven years ago, he had stabbed the one hundred and eight sword holes into his little apprentice, gouged out his eyes, crippled his cultivation, and shoved him into the Prison Abyss. He had slaughtered all one hundred people in the boy's village... Sure enough, that very night, the boy came to his home on Qixia Peak. His smile was cruel, sinister, and unhinged, like an evil spirit leaping out of hell, as if he were about to devour someone's heart. He bound the hundred or so immortal attendants on Qixia Peak. A flash of silver swordlight passed by, and thick, dark blood poured onto the jade floor of the grand hall, like bewitching flowers blooming in the snow. "Everything you did to me, every last thing, I'll repay them a thousand, ten thousand times over through these people." "Then I'll bathe the Qingyun Sect in blood. You slaughtered all one hundred people in my village, so I'll kill all ten thousand people in your sect." "As for you, my dear master..." His little apprentice's gaze was dark and vicious, as though he wished to devour him whole. The sword slid into its sheath, silver chains jingled, and the sash around his waist came undone. "How could I bear to hurt you?" "I'll only love you. I'll love you properly." Unhinged, deranged top x Master who has no choice but to bottom If you don't read regular crazy, why not come see this level of crazy? Top's point of view: Once everything came to light, Yue Yao regretted it deeply. He felt like every time he had gone crazy back then, it was because his brain was full of water. He aimed the tip of his sword at his own right chest and plunged it in. Blood he hadn't had time to swallow smeared his face. He raised his head in a miserable state and cautiously grabbed the hem of Su Xingyun's robe. "Master, I'm sorry. Why don't you stab me one hundred and eight times again? If that's still not enough, you can chop me into dumpling filling." Su Xingyun: ... What a psycho! An old-school, melodramatic master-disciple danmei novella, a tiny little short story of just a few tens of thousands of words. My next upcoming novel, My Sickly Junior Brother Has Gone on a Killing Spree! Written in third person. I was naturally gifted and clever, once the most doted-on disciple at Liuyun Peak. My senior brother caught spirit beasts for me, my second senior sister made pills for me, and my master cherished me more than anything. Then Suyuan joined the sect, and everything changed. He joined last. He was frail by nature and beautiful, like a delicate white flower swaying in the wind. Everyone in the sect, from top to bottom, doted on him and protected him. My senior brother gave him the spirit beast, my second senior sister gave him the pills, and even my master, who had doted on me most, devoted himself to him. He took everything that had once belonged to me. Resentful, I was lured into falling to the demonic path. On the day I became the Demon Lord, I decided to go all the way and seize Suyuan. I broke his wings, crushed his cold aloofness, and locked the sickly beauty, frail as a willow in the wind, in a golden cage made of ancient black iron. Everything went just as I wanted. Until my right-hand guardian rebelled and joined forces with the Demon Lord next door, attacking my territory from both within and without. My demonic palace was on the verge of falling. That Suyuan, who coughed up blood after walking just a few steps, snapped the unbreakable ancient black iron with his bare hands. He easily freed himself from his shackles, grabbed a sword, and fought his way through the enemy ranks seven times over, stabbing the neighboring Demon Lord until he was riddled with holes. Me: ... It's over. I'm next. But Suyuan tossed away his sword and walked past me without changing expression. He went back to the golden cage, put his shackles back on, and pretended to cough up blood. In a gentle, feeble voice, he said, "Senior Brother, come lock me up." Me: ??? . Theme: Love is the only salvation in desperate circumstances.