The Disciple I Raised with My Own Hands Went Astray

Chi Yujun transmigrated into a book, becoming a cannon-fodder sect master in the cultivation world who was doomed to die a miserable death.

His only disciple would later become the great villain. While seeking revenge for him, the disciple would become hopelessly lovestruck, fall for the protagonist, and end up dying just as miserably as his master.

Chi Yujun: Grandpa staring at his phone on the subway.jpg

Why talk about romance or play the villain in a cultivation world where strength rules?

Even dogs wouldn’t touch that lovesick nonsense.

He’d be better off using that energy to cultivate.

Work 996, work 007, and grind his way to the top. What could be better than becoming strong?

If you don’t work hard when you’re young, you’ll grow up to be a villain.

One person grinding is just grinding. An entire sect grinding is normal.

As they kept grinding, the plot began. Chi Yujun disappeared with a splat, leaving behind only the disciple he had trained into the cultivation world’s greatest genius.

A hundred years later, Chi Yujun crawled out of his grave. Hearing the good news that his disciple was still alive, he felt the crisis had passed and decided to find somewhere to slack off.

But the moment he entered the cultivation world, he saw everyone chanting about working 996 and 007, grinding themselves nearly mad.

And when he closed his eyes, he heard slogans like, "If we don’t start grinding, the demons will surpass us!"

"One person grinding is just grinding. The whole cultivation world grinding is normal!"

Chi Yujun, who only wanted to find somewhere to slack off: "?"

Just as he was thinking of making a run for it, his disciple, who had already united the cultivation world and was preparing to invade the demon realm, found him. Smiling with a twisted expression, he held out a hand. "Master, cultivation comes first."

"Strength rules the cultivation world. I have several techniques here that can raise your cultivation quickly: dual cultivation, the fusion of yang and yang. If you don’t like these gentle methods, I’ve also prepared forced cultivation, a locked room, and a whole range of other shortcuts."

"I guarantee you’ll be satisfied."

Chi Yujun, whose cultivation had completely vanished after his return: "? Is this right???"

*

Bai Luoci had admired the strong since childhood, and the person he loved most was his peerless master.

At eighteen, he realized he had fallen in love with his master.

He kept his secret love buried deep in his heart, afraid to let even the slightest hint show.

Because his master believed that love between men would hinder cultivation. His master seemed to... hate gay people.

He suppressed those shameful thoughts and worked hard to act like an earnest, kind, harmless disciple.

Who would have thought his master would disappear with a splat!

His master was gone, and he went mad!

Didn’t his master want him to cultivate? Then he’d cultivate. He’d work hard!

Didn’t his master want him to grind? Then he’d grind. He’d work hard!

Didn’t his master want him to keep living? Then he’d live. He’d make sure to live well.

As he kept grinding, he became the strongest person in the cultivation world.

Then he sensed a familiar presence. After countless disappointments, he came to a teahouse near the mortal world, carrying a faint hope, and saw a figure whose appearance had changed but who still felt far too familiar.

Before he could walk over, trembling with excitement and pretending to be kind and harmless, he heard his master sigh and say, "The cultivation world is way too competitive. I’d better leave."

Leave? Where? Was his master abandoning him again?

His kind and harmless expression shattered. Bai Luoci’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes.

A master who wants to slack off but has no choice but to work hard, top * a disciple who goes a little mad now and then and loves his master to death, bottom

Theme: Keep your feet on the ground and climb step by step to the peak of life