A Master-Disciple Story About a Transmigrator Who Was Reborn

Master and disciple, reborn, dirty jokes, cold-faced but cute.

Wen Shiyi was originally a university student who transmigrated into the person who is now his master. Then he died again.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in an inn, and the person in the mirror had become someone else.

Judging from the belongings left behind, three years had passed since his death. The body he now occupied seemed to belong to a marginal disciple of some sect, with weak cultivation, but good enough to get by.

One day, he found a badly injured man. The man said his name was Yan Baiyu, and claimed to be a drifter who had lost his memory.

But Shiyi knew the man was the new leader of the greatest sect, the beloved disciple he'd watched grow up: humble, polite, and incredibly kind.

After three years apart, Shiyi was about to catch up with him when he let his real name slip.

The next second, a sword pressed against his throat. His beloved disciple's face turned cold. "Who do you think you are, to dare use his name?"

Wait, where was that gentle, polite, wonderful disciple of his?

Sect gossip:

After Immortal Venerable Shi died, his eldest disciple spent the entire night piecing his body back together.

As for the body...

It's still lying in his eldest disciple's bed to this day.

A transmigrator, a college guy who loves making dirty jokes X a disciple who's only a well-behaved little darling in front of his master, with a possessive cold face.

I haven't decided who's on top or bottom. Both dynamics sound delicious.

Ensemble cast. The protagonist cares about both his career and romance; the men are career-minded, and the women are career-minded too.

Theme: Live well.