The Venerable Master Above

Ye Yu was born in the mud, a worthless nobody. He clawed his way through life and stumbled onto the path of cultivation. With terrible spiritual roots and no connections whatsoever, he fought his way through the cultivation world for decades, only to die a violent death beneath someone else's sword. Ye Yu was furious. If that damn Heaven had shown him even the slightest favor, he definitely wouldn't have ended up like this! Damn Heaven: Fine. I'll let you start over. Ye Yu: ? Ye Yu was overjoyed! If he could live his life over again, he would choose the best of everything this time! Join the greatest sect in the cultivation world! Get the finest cultivation resources! Choose the strongest master! Have the most powerful backing in the cultivation world! With his diligence and talent for understanding, he would surely be able to run wild through the cultivation world! Relying on his knowledge of the future, Ye Yu made his way into the greatest sect under Heaven and came first in the entrance selection. Not only could he become an inner disciple right away, he could also choose a revered master for himself. Among the seats of the elders, Ye Yu spotted one that was empty. It was the highest and largest seat, towering above all the others. He pointed at it. "I wish to become this elder's disciple." One day later. The cultivation world's foremost swordsman of the killing path, True Lord Slaughtering Sword, became his master. True Lord Slaughtering Sword, Mo Xianyuan, had entered the Dao through slaughter. Cold-blooded and merciless, he was single-mindedly bent on slaying Heaven, and Heaven's will despised him. Ye Yu: ... Ye Yu: Heaven, can I change my choice now? Damn Heaven declined your request to chat and added you to its blocked messages list. Ye Yu began his new life as a disciple, a life of endless hardship. True Lord Slaughtering Sword looked down on him as a disciple and wanted to kick him out of the sect. Hmph. Just as expected. True Lord Slaughtering Sword was willing to treat him as a disciple, but thought his spiritual roots were atrocious. If you hate how bad they are, then do something about them. True Lord Slaughtering Sword thought he was practicing his sword moves wrong and smacked his hand. He admitted he was doing it wrong. He practiced, practiced like crazy, and secretly trained all night instead of sleeping! As time passed, Ye Yu realized that Mo Xianyuan was gradually learning how to act like a decent person. He helped refine Ye Yu's marrow, taught him to cultivate, and stood up for him, scolding disciples from other sects who came to swagger in front of him. He even praised him for doing well, saying he was no worse than the others. Ye Yu didn't need any of that. If Mo Xianyuan had waited a little longer, Ye Yu could have beaten every last one of them by himself. And that praise was so embarrassingly gushy. But Mo Xianyuan was willing to act like a decent person, so Ye Yu supposed he could reluctantly admit that Mo Xianyuan was a pretty good master. Their master-disciple life gradually settled into harmony. A caring master and a devoted disciple, supporting and protecting one another, occasionally joining forces to discuss slaying Heaven's will. Then, one night... After Ye Yu fell asleep, True Lord Slaughtering Sword guarded him and kissed him. Ye Yu: So what if he kissed me? It's not like I lost a piece of flesh... ...Wait, he kissed me!? Mo Xianyuan, are you crazy? Mo Xianyuan, I'm taking you to get treatment! Coming next ↓↓↓ I Want to Be a Tyrant Blurb: I've been reborn twice. The first time, I was determined to be a benevolent ruler. I eased the labor levies, reformed the taxes, introduced the imperial examinations, and did everything I could to make the dynasty prosperous, the people happy and healthy, and the talented able to fulfill their ambitions. I wanted my name to endure for a thousand generations and be praised in the history books. I failed. It wasn't because I did a bad job. The people around me betrayed me. The brothers I trusted, the ministers I had personally raised up, even the chief eunuch I was close to. They made a pact and joined forces to betray me. When the rebel army marched into the capital and the palace gates swung open to welcome them, I took my own life on the Dragon Throne. My blood soaked into the throne. Whoever sat on it after me would be sitting on my bones. I would become a vengeful ghost and make sure no one who sat there would ever sleep peacefully again. * Just kidding. I erased that save and started a new game. When I opened my eyes, Qian Cheng, the future chief eunuch and at present a newly selected young eunuch assigned to serve before the throne, was stepping through the palace doors. I waved a hand and ground my teeth. "Drag him away! Behead him!!" This time, I wasn't going to be a benevolent ruler who got no thanks for all his hard work. I was going to be a tyrant! He Qiancheng: "...?" The mad dogs who gradually regained their memories realized that this time, their emperor seemed different from before. *Beloved by all + multiple rebirths + regret and redemption Theme: Respect your elders