I Helped the Ruthless Dao Protagonist Ascend

[A seemingly cold and heartless shizun on the outside, but secretly tender × a genuinely ruthless, ambitious disciple]

Only after Shu Ming died did he learn that he was a supporting male character in a book, a stepping stone on the male lead's path to immortality. The male lead, his own disciple, had only to kill him and sever his worldly attachments for Mo Chi to perfect his Heartless Dao and ascend to immortality.

Yet in the scene depicted in the painting, the male lead had fallen into demonic cultivation, all for the sake of resurrecting him.

Only then did Shu Ming realize that his disciple, who cultivated the Heartless Dao, had feelings for him after all.

His gaze cool, he casually slashed the painting apart.

When he opened his eyes again, his disciple stood before him, demonic energy pouring from his entire body.

“What have you done?” Shu Ming asked, though he already knew.

Mo Chi's eyes were bloodshot. He slowly raised a hand to Shu Ming's eyes, his voice hoarse.

“Shizun, do you still not understand?”

The moment the long sword pierced Mo Chi, its blade shattered. Divine light descended, proving that Mo Chi had overcome his romantic tribulation.

Shu Ming breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at his disciple, who was about to become an immortal, he spoke slowly. But what he said was, “You have fallen into demonic cultivation. You are no longer fit to be my disciple.”

With his last attachment severed, Mo Chi ascended, leaving him only these words: “Shizun, what you owe me, I will make you repay a hundredfold!”

His life-bound sword had shattered. He did not have long to live.

Everyone said that Immortal Venerable Shu Ming was heartless, yet he had set up a ward where Mo Chi disappeared and prepared to spend the rest of his life there.

He thought he and Mo Chi would go their separate ways from then on. But one day, divine light descended, and Mo Chi came striding through the flames with a deep smile. “Shizun, I saved your life. If I tell you to live, you live. If I tell you to die, you die.”

His oppressive power pressed down like a mountain, and Shu Ming could not break free.

Amid a sea of flames, Mo Chi gripped his chin, forcing him to raise his head. He saw the other man grin with wild abandon, though his gaze was dark. “I think Shizun would be most suited to dying in bed. What do you think?”

P.S. This story may be expanded into a full-length novel.

Theme: Strive hard