【Simulating one hundred and fifty years, you, the Lord of Qingyang Sect, have been put under house arrest by your own beloved disciple whom you raised yourself. Even the sect’s authority has been stripped away by a puppet.】
【You tried everything, including but not limited to suicide, running away, crying your eyes out, and compromising, yet all you got in return was the little boy lifting you up, throwing you onto the bed, shouting for kisses, hugs, and to be lifted high.】
【Simulating one hundred and fifty-two years, on the thirteenth failed escape attempt, looking up at the little boy who claimed he would punish you but kept nibbling at those snowy white peaks—uh… biting—right under him, you finally lost your composure.】
【After a thorough scolding, your mood improved considerably. Then you witnessed the most unbelievable scene of your life—the little boy cried. He cried so hard he looked near death, rolling on the ground, sobbing and yelling that the Master didn’t love him, that he wouldn’t live anymore, that he was so wronged, and demanded a comforting kiss from the Master.】
【You originally planned to leave, but realized you had nowhere to run. You tried to sit back and watch the show, but the crying pierced your ears like a demonic chant, disturbing your peace of mind.】
【In the end, as the victim, you ended up comforting the very culprit who put you under house arrest, coaxing Su·Little Crybaby up from the ground after several lifts.】
【After this, you began to doubt whether your previous educational methods were flawed.】
……
Today, sunlight streamed through the window, shining on the dining table in the living room. Su’s mother, a full-time housewife, and Su Bai were eating lunch together, while Su’s father, as usual, was dining at his workplace.
“Here, try the tomato-braised beef brisket.” Su’s mother picked up a piece of tenderly cooked brisket and placed it into Su Bai’s bowl. She couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with this kid lately, always stuck in her room, never stepping outside the front door.
“Thanks, Mom. You eat more too.” Su Bai replied casually without looking up, focused on eating while silently contemplating how to break this deadlock.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she lifted her head sharply, looking at her mother and asking, “Mom, you used to be a teacher, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well, there’s this little boy—very clingy, loves to cry a lot, and has an insanely strong possessiveness. Whenever things don’t go his way, he throws huge tantrums, rolling on the ground, shouting ‘You don’t want me anymore.’ Mom, what kind of psychology is this? Could it be related to early childhood education? And how should it be treated?”
“This question isn’t too hard to analyze.” Su’s mother frowned slightly, thinking for a moment but didn’t answer directly. Instead, she asked back, “But Bai, why are you suddenly asking this?”
“I have a classmate who, during the summer break, dragged me into making a big data analysis model for early childhood psychology…”
……
“Mommy, lift me high!”
“Mommy, hug me!”
“I want to fly high~ Mommy throw me up high!!”
On Qingyang Peak of Sanshan Sect, sunlight filtered through the branches, casting mottled shadows. A gentle breeze blew, carrying the sweet scent of peach blossoms.
A tiny figure carved a graceful arc through the air, then landed steadily into a large embrace. The white-robed adorable little boy’s cheeks flushed with excitement as he clapped his hands, his clear laughter echoing across Qingyang Peak, shouting “So fun, so fun,” “I want to play more.”
Meanwhile, in a shadowy corner of the mountain, a dashing man in white robes leaned against a stone wall. He silently watched the joyful scene before him, his expression flickering like unsettled clouds.
“Tsk~ Lord of the Prison, are you out of your mind? You locked her up, yet you accompany her with your dharma body and even let her out for fresh air.”
“Yeah, though practicing demonic cultivation comes with strange side effects, I’ve never seen one like you. Busy all day but accomplish nothing. If you ask me, just use a mind-control spell to rewrite her memories. That’ll guarantee the girl will love you to death!”
“Hehe~ You old ghosts don’t understand. Our Lord of the Prison yearns for pure love, not those crooked tricks that create false feelings.”
The old ghosts in the Soul Prison began showing off again. Since Su Bai was locked up by Su Xiaohei, they’d been urging Su Xiaohei to use force, branding him an unparalleled evil demon who betrayed and insulted his master.
“Enough.” Su Xiaohei’s face darkened. “I’m slowly making Master accept this relationship. When she was young, she spoiled me the most. Using this form, it’s easiest for her to accept.”
“You old ghosts who’ve never been loved understand nothing.”
“No one loves you?” A mocking voice came from the depths of the Soul Prison, followed by a meaningful chuckle. “Tsk~ Old Ghost Lu, I still remember you once had a harem of Dao companions. Did they love you?”
“Of course, they loved me—madly in love. Every time it came to my primordial yang, they’d fight fiercely, almost going all out in spells and battles, hahaha!!”
“Did you love them?”
“Of course. They were my essential resources and love-slaves on the cultivation path. As their master, how could I not love my property? Each one is a priceless treasure in my heart. Even now, they have a place in it!”
“Once, a cultivator wanted to use the earliest furnace I followed to help their junior breakthrough. I offered three times the market price!”
“Tsk, tsk~ Who would have thought Old Ghost Lu was such a ‘money fanatic’.”
Su Xiaohei remained silent.
The old ghosts inside the Soul Prison spoke so openly that their Lord could hear every word clearly. Neither of the two ghosts made any effort to avoid Su Xiaohei’s ears.
He understood their implication: You’ve already used such despicable means to imprison her, yet you still fantasize that she’ll fall in love with you?
Can a normal flower bloom in soil filled with corruption and filth? Can it bear fruitful harvests?
“Three years, three years. In three years, I guarantee Master will feel a flicker of affection for me.” Lord Xuantiann True Monarch muttered, as if rebutting their doubts and encouraging himself.
“What if you fail?” A taunting voice laughed.
“Then I’m not Su Xiaohei. I am Zhou Xuan, Demon Lord Zhou Xuan!”
Suddenly, a long purple banner, seeming ablaze with fire, appeared behind Lord Xuantiann. Blood energy surged like a raging tide, murderous intent piercing the clouds, weaving lethal patterns. Threads of demonic energy slithered like agile venomous snakes across Xuantiann’s face, casting it in an utterly sinister and terrifying light.
Not Su Xiaohei meant he was no longer the adorable little boy who acted spoiled and rolled in his Master’s embrace.
Being Zhou Xuan meant he chose to become a demon!
A demon who acts at will, unrestrained by worldly shackles!
And a demon always uses any means necessary to obtain what he desires.
……
Lack of security, poor emotional regulation, overly pampered childhood education…
At night, candlelight flickered. Su Bai stared at the list of notes she had written, then glanced at the little boy clinging tightly to her waist, now sound asleep with a faint sweet smile at the corner of his lips.
She wanted to slap herself.
…Damn it, how did I raise this kid back then? Just spoiled him blindly… No, that’s not right. I raised him like a little pet.
She sighed heavily and looked again at the little demon clinging to her waist.
You perverse, rebellious disciple, how am I supposed to treat you?
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