My Disciple Can't Possibly Be the Demon Lord

Sa Xiaoxiao was once a guardian general in the Celestial Court, but lately she had been undergoing a trial in the mortal realm.

She took on a mute disciple and traveled far and wide with him, saving lives and healing the injured. Life was quite fulfilling.

But then her primordial spirit awakened and her memories returned, causing her trial to fail. She had to die in order to reclaim her divine position.

Unfortunately, this body of hers healed too well. It was hard to kill...

She had no choice but to try another way: she gorged herself on poisonous pills until she became immune to all poisons. She jumped into a snake pit, and the poison in her body killed every snake. Finally, she gritted her teeth and brutally pummeled her own core, successfully beating herself into a coffin.

Just as her body had finally gone cold, her dear disciple hauled her out of the coffin, grabbed her by the shoulders, and shook her back to life.

With a deathly pale face, Sa Xiaoxiao complained mournfully, "A good disciple should let their master die in peace."

Her disciple glared at her with red-rimmed eyes.

Perhaps her single-minded determination to die moved the heavens. At last, a bolt of lightning struck her and sent her back to the Celestial Court.

Just after Sa Xiaoxiao returned to her post, the King of Hell hurried over for help, saying someone was going to overthrow the Netherworld.

Sa Xiaoxiao led her troops down to the mortal realm in a threatening rage, eager to see which fool dared to overthrow the Netherworld!

Upon reaching the boundary between the living and the dead, she saw three thousand demons surrounding the Netherworld so completely that not even a drop of water could get through.

The figure at their center was tall, dressed in a black robe as dark as ink. Her hairpin was stuck in his hair, and her silver sword was tucked at his waist. He looked as if he wanted to hang all her belongings on himself.

"Hand over her soul, or the Netherworld will meet the same fate as this." As he spoke, he raised a hand and shattered the boundary stele between the living and the dead.

Sa Xiaoxiao, hiding her face in her hands in despair: My disciple was so obedient and sensible. How did he turn out to be a demon lord? Sob, sob...

Theme: May everything go your way.