Thanks for the invitation.
Currently residing in Qingyang Hall.
I just witnessed my own disciple-slash-adopted-son—ugh!—my little pet harboring illicit thoughts and spewing wolfish words at me!!
Su Bai might be drunk right now, but that doesn’t mean she’s deaf.
And besides, her other “self” was still playing the simulator, watching the vivid, highly descriptive text unfold on the screen.
[The little pet carries your drunken self to bed, admiring your beauty. Unaware of any danger, you secretly feel proud of your disciple’s taste—no surprise, he was raised by you, a natural-born face-connoisseur.]
[You remain oblivious as events begin spiraling toward an unknown, dangerous outcome.]
[Next, you clearly hear your little pet sincerely confessing his love. He slowly removes your robe, revealing your smooth shoulders and vast expanses of soft, snowy-white skin. Then—he presses down on you…]
***
“Traitor! You ungrateful bastard! Vile spawn!!”
Su Bai was seething, her blood boiling with fury.
She wished she could leap into the simulator and tear that disloyal, unfilial beast into pieces.
Damn it all! She had raised him for nearly a hundred years!!
And he dared to have those kinds of thoughts about her?!
Just as the disciple was about to “mount the horse,” Su Bai seemed to remember something.
She immediately activated the Sunflower Manual technique, drawing the alcohol out of her drunken body in the other world.
In the next moment, within Qingyang Hall, a blazing blue sun soared into the air like a radiant burning star, its brilliance lighting up the entire sky.
“Traitor! Wretched beast!”
Outside Qingyang Hall, the furious voice of the Qingyang Sect Leader echoed across the heavens.
Su Xiaohei’s expression instantly changed.
Before he could speak, a sword bathed in blue light came streaking toward his chest like a bolt of lightning.
Clang!
A sound like clashing metal exploded in the air.
Su Bai gripped her sword tightly, her hands going numb, a jolt of energy coursing through her arms.
She almost lost hold of the hilt.
“Master, please calm down!” Su Xiaohei cried.
A white mark appeared on his chest where the sword had grazed him.
He quickly raised a hand to block Su Bai’s incoming punch, inwardly cursing his luck.
Tonight’s plan was to get Su Bai drunk and then sneak into her mind to read her memories—just to figure out what kind of Dao companion she liked.
That way, he could cater to her tastes, slowly making her fall for him.
But instead…
Su Bai woke up early.
‘I’m doomed. Even if I jump into the Yellow River, I won’t be able to wash this away…’
Wait, no, there’s nothing to wash away.
He meant it.
His “filial devotion” to Su Bai had always run very deep.
“You still have the nerve to tell me to ‘calm down’? I’ve raised you for over a hundred years, and this is how you repay me? You ungrateful, degenerate bastard!!”
“Su Xiaohei—Su Xuantian! Today, I shall act as heaven’s executioner, cleanse our sect, and cut down this vile disgrace once and for all!”
Blinded by rage, Su Bai furiously formed a sword seal with her fingers and unleashed two more strikes at Su Xiaohei.
The commotion here was growing louder, and many nosy Foundation Establishment elders were already rushing over.
Gritting his teeth, Su Xiaohai said, “Forgive me, Master.”
With that, he cast a spell.
In an instant, the furious Sect Master of Qingyang froze—his eyes glazed over, and his entire body stood stiffly in place, as if paralyzed by an immobilization spell.
Only then did Su Xiaohai breathe a sigh of relief.
“Tsk~ Su brat, weren’t you the one who said righteous cultivators never use mind control spells?”
An old ghost in the Soul Prison teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm, occasionally letting out strange, eerie laughter.
Xuantian Zhenjun’s face darkened.
***
[Simulation Year 150: You are confessed to by the little pet you raised personally. Enraged, you prepare to expel him from your sect—but end up being immobilized by his mind-control spell.]
[When you awaken again, you find yourself in a different room—simple and modest, filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms. It’s the very wooden cabin atop Qingyang Peak where you lived before becoming Qingyang Sect Master.]
“Master, you’re awake?”
As the person on the bed opened her eyes, a small boy in white robes, with soft, adorable features, hurried over and handed her a bowl of steaming peach blossom porridge.
His large, watery eyes were filled with worry and concern.
“You’ve been asleep for three days, Master. Please try some of the porridge I made.”
Su Bai’s expression shifted slightly and was just about to strike—when the little boy tilted his head and spoke again in that sweet, innocent voice.
“Master, don’t even think about using force. I’ve sealed your golden core inside your dantian. You can’t use any spiritual power right now.”
“You ungrateful brat—!”
“I did nothing wrong.”
“I love Master, so I want Master to be my Dao companion.”
Su Xiaohai looked completely innocent, blinking those large eyes as he said, “Master, you’ve always spoiled me so much. Surely you’ll fulfill this tiny little wish of mine, right?”
“But even if you don’t agree, that’s okay. I’ll just wait until you do—maybe five years, or ten, or even twenty.”
“Of course, my patience isn’t unlimited. If you still haven’t fallen in love with me in three years—no, let’s say five—then I’ll just force a dual cultivation. That way Master can feel my love and filial devotion inside and out.”
“Hurry up and love me, Master. Once you do, I’ll do everything I can to help you reach Nascent Soul stage. I’ll be the most devoted disciple ever.”
“Everything I’m doing is for your sake. I’m the best child, right? And Master wouldn’t want to spend the next few decades locked in this little cabin, would you~~”
“Alright, that’s all I wanted to say.”
Su Bai nearly coughed up blood on the spot.
Seeing the smug and shameless look on that innocent-looking face made her furious beyond words.
‘This disciple’s thoughts are absurd—utterly outrageous and rebellious!’
The little boy placed the porridge down and suddenly threw himself into Su Bai’s arms.
Though he was only around 1.4 meters tall, he managed to leap onto the nearly 1.8-meter-tall woman with ease.
Before Su Bai could react, the boy had already wrapped his arms around her waist—one hand groping her chest, the other around her neck.
“If you’re angry, Master, you can just hit me. It’s fine. This is only a projection of mine—it won’t break, and even if it does, I can fix it.”
“And you don’t need to worry about the sect. I’ve created a puppet that’ll take your place. From now on, you can rest easy—just like the old days, when it was only you and me.”
Su Xiaohai kissed her snowy white peaks, then grabbed Su Bai’s delicate wrist and pushed her backward.
Despite his small size, he had considerable strength.
In an instant, he had Su Bai pinned beneath him.
Resting his little head against her chest, he rubbed it affectionately like a spoiled child.
“Don’t blame me for being naughty, Master. I heard from the senior brothers and sisters that this is the best way for Dao companions to deepen their relationship.”
“Uuu~ Why are you glaring at me like that, Master? I’m just a poor, lonely orphan—no parents, no one else in this world but you. If you don’t love me, then who will~~?”
“You have to fall in love with me in three years, Master~~ Or else, well… I recently found a Nascent Soul cultivator’s cave estate dedicated to cultivating the Harmony Path. There were lots of treasures and secret techniques inside.”
“I could use those treasures to make your body fall for me first—and then your heart will follow~~”
Su Bai: …
‘Unfilial brat! Wicked child! What did I do in my past life to deserve this!?’
‘I raised a completely deranged disciple!’
[Simulation Year 150: You’ve been imprisoned by your own depraved, rebellious disciple.]
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