Reborn, My Junior Fellow Disciple and I Swapped Masters

At the apprenticeship ceremony, my junior disciple rushed ahead of me and kowtowed to Haitang. She was the greatest cultivator in the world, just one step away from ascending to immortality. In my previous life, I was Haitang's only disciple. During the sect tournament, I beat my junior disciple at every turn. At the crucial moment, he summoned Haitang's spiritual weapon and stabbed it through my chest. Only after I died did I learn that my junior disciple was Haitang's destined romantic tribulation. The two of them had secretly pledged themselves to each other long ago. When I opened my eyes again, I turned around and took the mascot as my master. Everyone thought I'd gone mad, because although that woman was called the Grandmaster, she had no cultivation at all. But they'd forgotten one thing. Cultivators couldn't live for a thousand years. Only gods could.