Xu Pingchuan transmigrated.
The bad news: He transmigrated into a dangerous world of sword-flying cultivators and countless wondrous techniques.
The good news: He managed to transmigrate back.
The bad news: When he returned, he discovered that spiritual qi had revived. Demons and monsters were running rampant, and strange phenomena were everywhere. Somehow, it seemed even more dangerous.
The good news: He could still use what he'd learned in the cultivation world.
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When he first transmigrated, a mysterious voice told Xu Pingchuan that if he sealed his master, Lu Hegui, who appeared to be an Immortal Venerable but was actually a Demon God, he could return to his original world.
So he worked diligently for hundreds of years, doing his best to be a model senior disciple of the Changsheng Sect. He honored his master, treated his fellow disciples with affection, and secretly cultivated like mad. At last, when Lu Hegui was at his weakest, Xu Pingchuan sealed him and unilaterally declared himself no longer a disciple.
Then he came back.
One day, the Special Investigations Bureau of Xia Country issued a red alert. A catastrophic disturbance had been detected in a seal somewhere, and the seal was weakening by the day. The whole world was warned to be on guard against an unknown entity and work together to find a way to reinforce the seal.
Xu Pingchuan watched the sealing formation flash across the big screen. The milk tea in his hand slipped to the floor with a plop. That was... the formation he'd used to seal his master.
He panicked.
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The sealing formation failed ahead of schedule. Lu Hegui slipped out unnoticed, narrowed his eyes as he searched for the familiar aura from his memories, and vanished on the spot.
At the time, Xu Pingchuan was out drinking late at night with his heartbroken best friend. When Lu Hegui found him, Xu Pingchuan was sprawled in a drunken heap, his collar disheveled, the corners of his eyes flushed, his gaze unfocused, and his breathing soft and unsteady.
Xu Pingchuan's hand trembled at the sight of Lu Hegui suddenly appearing. The liquor instantly soaked his shirt, revealing a broad expanse of skin and a hint of red. The cold, sticky sensation made him uncomfortable, but he didn't dare move at all, because the gaze of the person across from him was even colder and clingier.
Xu Pingchuan watched his master approach in terror and heard him say, one word at a time,
“Have you figured out how you want to die, good disciple?”
With his intelligence thoroughly corroded by alcohol, Xu Pingchuan's mind short-circuited. “P-please... make me die of pleasure?”
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After returning, Xu Pingchuan kept a low profile, but his old acquaintances still came looking for him for one reason or another.
His powerful junior sister interrogated him. Xu Pingchuan dodged the question, his gaze mournful. “I didn't kill Master. Junior Sister, if you don't believe me, I can swear a heart-demon oath to prove it.”
His junior sister believed him.
His third junior brother, the Ghost King, wanted to kill him. Xu Pingchuan kicked his manifestation to the ground, looking scornful. “Did you forget I was the one who taught you that move?”
His third junior brother backed down.
His fourth junior sister, a great demon, tested him. Xu Pingchuan took out the fish he'd caught in the river and calmly revealed who he was. “I'll make your favorite grilled fish in a bit. Want some?”
His fourth junior sister's mouth watered.
His former master, Lu Hegui, confessed his love for him. Xu Pingchuan took a step back, his expression cold. “What makes you think I'd like someone who gravely injured me, made it impossible for me to practice swordsmanship, then abandoned me on the Cliff of Reflection for thirty-five years without a word?”
His former master smiled.
Xu Pingchuan: ???
P.S. This novel has no chapters written in advance, and the author writes slowly. Please enter at your own risk ^_^
Theme: Honor your master and care for your fellow disciples.
