My Master is Actually My Late Wife
Awakening from the Dream of Spring and Autumn
“……Even now, you still stubbornly refuse to repent!”
“Master.”
Warm liquid sprayed as the long sword pierced through his chest.
Wan Cang gripped the blade in reverse, seemingly indifferent to the excruciating pain and slowly pulled it out.
Blood flowed down from his forehead, sliding past the small mole on his nose, making his pale skin appear even more sickly beautiful.
“Disciple knows not, what wrong have I committed.”
Wan Cang maintained his usual deceitful smile.
Those amber eyes, usually innocent and playful, now revealed a stark contrast of cruelty in this situation.
All because of his hands.
His fingers were long and slender with distinct joints and the tips were stained with both bright and dark shades of red.
It was the blood from shattering the skulls of hundreds of cultivators.
Guo Qingchen’s eyelashes trembled slightly, unable to bear the sight.
He closed his eyes then opened them again. His grip on the sword no longer steady.
That smile, he was all too familiar with.
After becoming his disciple, Wan Cang often loved to joke around, causing a ruckus with the senior disciple Hua Changzhou and other disciples of the Heaven Void Sect
Every time Wan Cang saw Guo Qingchen, his eyes would light up and he’d show that innocent smile, softly calling “Master”
Offering greetings and asking about cultivation issues.
Wan Cang treated people with neither arrogance nor servility. He was humble and polite and as the top recruit of this generation, he won the unanimous affection of everyone in the Heaven Void Sect.
It wasn’t until today that Guo Qingchen realized it was all a carefully orchestrated act by Wan Cang.
There was no young and innocent disciple at all. It was all a scam!
Everyone knew that the immortal and demon realms were at odds.
Leading the hundred families of the immortal sects was Ying Litian’s current Immortal Lord, Guo Qingchen. Opposing him was Demon Lord Wan Cang, ruler of the demon realm.
In recent years, the friction between the two sides had been constant.
Caught in the middle are the ordinary people who struggled desperately to survive, facing difficult circumstances.
Rumor had it—
Demon Lord Wan Cang appeared out of nowhere, having just crawled out of the corpse-laden, blood-soaked Ten Thousand Demon Cave and immediately did something earth-shattering.
With empty hands, he killed the old Demon Lord on the throne then swiftly split the demon realm, promoting four demon warlords as his confidants to manage the four directions: east, south, west, and north.
Wan Cang was insidious and cunning, a ruthless killer.
He acted without reason, driven entirely by likes and dislikes, taking whatever caught his eye and destroying whatever displeased him.
Every time he went out to kill, he wore a half-gilded mask hiding supposedly a fierce, fanged figure.
But the truth was quite the opposite. Wan Cang had an exceptionally handsome appearance.
His ink-black hair flowed like a waterfall, often tied high in a ponytail, and he had a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes.
A tiny mole on his nose added a touch of earthly charm to his delicate and handsome face
In short, he had the looks of a seductive pretty boy.
Wan Cang used the divine artifact, the Scrying Mirror, to conceal his demonic aura.
He joined the recruitment of Heaven Void Sect. With his gentle and harmless appearance, he became a disciple under Guo Qingchen, smoothly becoming the second apprentice of the Immortal Lord.
Despite hearing many teachings and spending a long time with Guo Qingchen, the immortal aura didn’t purify him in the slightest.
The Demon Lord’s heart remained as dark as ever.
Or rather, long ago, his heart had already withered completely, like plants in decay, after witnessing the disappearance of his wife.
On the surface, Wan Cang followed the rules, learning spells, while secretly plotting and scheming.
He collaborated with many demonic spies planted within the three sects, nine schools, twelve factions, one valley, and one palace, gradually using demonic energy to erode the hundred families of the Immortal Sect.
Today, Wan Cang tore off his disguise. His ambitious intentions laid bare and the war between immortals and demons was on the verge of breaking out.
“Clang.”
A long sword emitting a blue glow fell to the ground.
Guo Qingchen was jolted back to reality by the sound, disbelief flashing in his eyes: “…How is this possible?”
The Gracier Sword was an immortal weapon personally crafted by his master, the former Immortal Lord Luo Zangke.
It was indestructible.
In every battle, it could freeze the opponent’s bones and blood, rendering them immobile until death.
How could this sword lose its effect on Wan Cang?
Wan Cang looked nonchalantly at his hand. The scar from drawing the sword was deep enough to see the bone and the stagnant blood rendered his powerful healing ability useless.
He slightly raised his chin, gazing into the distance at the battle between the demons and the cultivators. “Kill all those sanctimonious hypocrites from the Immortal Sect!”
“Ptooey! You demons were doing just fine in the Demon Realm, why invade our Immortal Sect territory?
Just because that dog Wan Cang using underhanded tactics to be justified?!”
“Shut your damn mouth, how dare you speak our Lord’s name so casually?!”
“Fellow cultivator, watch your back!”
Immortal arts and demonic energy intertwined, creating chaos.
Heaven Void Sect was at the heart of the battle.
Despite the demonic energy seeping into every corner of the sect, the demons hadn’t gained the upper hand.
Sect Master Ji Qiuming and Vice Sect Master Bu Yueyu were in charge while the three peak masters led the disciples to the scene.
One group was repairing the mountain-protecting formation to keep it running, while another was fighting off the demons.
It seemed orderly.
Guo Qingchen recalled his sword. His peripheral vision catching the river of blood pooling at his feet, evidence of the heavy casualties among the disciples.
How innocent they were, forced to die just because they came here to study?
“Is this what you wanted?”
Guo Qingchen’s voice trembled slightly, his eyes cold and deep.
His sword glowed blue as he charged at Wan Cang once more.
He was determined to bring this villain to justice on the spot.
“Wan Cang”
Wan Cang blocked the blade with his unharmed left hand, chuckling softly, “you don’t understand me.”
Guo Qingchen was at a loss for words, gripping the Glacier Sword tightly.
The cold gleam spun fiercely, striking out repeatedly.
Wan Cang countered every attack.
Suddenly, he covered his left eye and two tears of blood trickled down, releasing a strange and powerful force from his eye.
The force was chaotic and incredibly strong, actually sending Guo Qingchen flying!
“Junior Brother!”
Ji Qiuming was frantic, catching Guo Qingchen and instinctively calling out, transferring spiritual power at the same time.
His junior brother was fighting the Demon Lord alone and must have been injured.
Who cares about avoiding suspicion…
Saving him was the priority!
“Senior Brother, I’m fine.”
Guo Qingchen frowned, standing up straight with Ji Qiuming’s support, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Even in such a dire situation, his posture remained as upright as a pine tree. His silver-white hair moving without wind and the red mark on his forehead made his features appear even more aloof and composed.
If it were a few days ago, Wan Cang would have stared at that stunning face for a long time, praising it as “the appearance of an immortal” like the cold moon in the sky.
But unfortunately…
This moon was about to fall by his own hand.
Attacking the Immortal Sect and uniting the hundred clans was indeed the long-cherished wish of the demon race. But for him, it was merely a way to pass the time.
Wan Cang fulfilled his subordinates’ wishes, going with the flow but he didn’t care who lived or died.
What he truly desired was on Guo Qingchen.
Demon Immortal Bone.
The possessor must first cultivate as a demon, then undergo tribulations to become an immortal.
This is a rare treasure, encountered once in a millennium, containing endless energy capable of saving dissipating souls.
Wan Cang slowly walked up to Ji Qiuming and Guo Qingchen. He suddenly felt that the two standing side by side were quite conspicuous.
His left pupil flashed with a red light.
Even though Ji Qiuming could rank among the top on the Ascension Pavilion’s heavenly list, at this moment, facing Wan Cang, he seemed utterly powerless.
With just a glance, he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground, his life or death uncertain.
“Senior Brother!”
Guo Qingchen looked back anxiously.
But within his line of sight, where was Ji Qiuming’s shadow?
Wan Cang raised his hand, forcefully restraining Guo Qingchen’s arm, “Now, you can only look at me…”
“Master.”
The tone was soft and light, carrying a hint of grievance, sounding less like calling a master and more like calling a ‘lover’ or something similar.
Even now, he doesn’t forget to tease me?
This crazy bastard!
“Slap!”
Guo Qingchen raised his hand and slapped. A bright red handprint appeared on Wan Cang’s face. The outline of five fingers clear.
It was evident how hard he hit, both angry and anxious.
Wan Cang touched the mark and chuckled softly.
He had refined the ancient divine artifact, the Scrying Mirror, sealing it in his left eye at the cost of impaired senses and almost complete night blindness.
No matter how much Guo Qingchen struggled, Wan Cang was confident of his victory and paid no mind to the minor details.
Watching Guo Qingchen’s flustered reaction was truly amusing!
After discovering the identity of the demon immortal, in Wan Cang’s eyes, Guo Qingchen transformed from a nominally insignificant master to a valuable asset.
The kind that could be used to resurrect his deceased wife.
Wan Cang’s eyes gleamed with a sharp edge, a mocking smile on his lips, as the mysterious power within him surged once more.
“Cough, cough.”
Guo Qingchen endured the blow, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth as he fell backward.
Wan Cang swiftly caught Guo Qingchen in his arms, gently brushing aside the silver strands from his brow.
“Master, you can’t defeat me. Why bother?”
“Go away!”
Guo Qingchen reprimanded harshly.
He tried to break free from the cold, blood-scented embrace but his struggle was in vain.
Covering Guo Qingchen’s mouth with his hand, bright red blood seeped through his fingers.
Guo Qingchen coughed violently, his thoughts in disarray.
Even if he shed his demon form and ascended to immortality, he was still no match for the ancient gods.
Was he destined to die today?
“No, you can live.”
A voice, indistinguishable between male and female, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, echoing directly in Guo Qingchen’s mind.
His lips moved slightly, about to speak, but his train of thought was interrupted.
“Shh, don’t speak.
If Lord Demon Sovereign notices something unusual, it won’t be good.”
Guo Qingchen listened warily, allowing Wan Cang to move his hands over his palm and neck, closing his eyes and holding his breath.
“Master?”
Wan Cang probed, puzzled, checking for breath.
He had controlled his strength earlier. After all, he was a demon immortal.
He hadn’t gouged out any bones yet so he shouldn’t be dead just like that.
“Haha, who would’ve thought that a dignified Immortal Lord would play dead!
But this is indeed the best approach right now.”
“What do you want?”
Guo Qingchen asked through his consciousness.
“I’m just here to help you escape”
the voice paused, then continued, “Don’t you want to live?
It’s simple.
Wan Cang’s left eye is transformed from a divine artifact and its weakness lies there.
Just gouge out his eyeball and you’re good to go.”
Guo Qingchen’s heart trembled, feeling uneasy.
This person immediately suggested gouging out an eye. How ruthless!
How is this any different from those demons?
But if Wan Cang’s evil deeds aren’t stopped, more innocent disciples will perish…
Guo Qingchen hesitated but the voice seemed to read his thoughts and continued speaking.
“Oh my dear Immortal Lord, demons are inherently violent and hard to tame.
Isn’t fighting fire with fire sometimes necessary?
At this point, why are you still pitying a deceiver?”
A liar?
That’s right.
Wan Cang deceived himself, the entire Heaven Void Sect, and everyone in the Immortal Gate.
He’s a complete villain!
Guo Qingchen’s heart sank as he confirmed, “Dig out the left eye, is that it?”
“Just blind his left eye and you can stop this tragedy.
Immortal Lord, I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“Master, it might hurt a lot… bear with it.”
The power of the demon immortal lies in the bones.
A sharp pain shot through Guo Qingchen’s tailbone. His head felt like it was splitting and he sensed his strength draining away, cold sweat pouring down.
He knew full well that Wan Cang was extracting his bone.
—This person still dares to call him ‘Master’?
He secretly gathered his strength and as the unidentified voice disappeared, he suddenly opened his eyes, his fingertips striking directly at Wan Cang’s left eye.
“Damn it, you…”
Wan Cang was forced to release Guo Qingchen, clutching his blinded left eye, stumbling back several steps.
How do you know where the divine artifact is?!
The Scrying Mirror transformed into its true form, slowly rising into the air. Its surface dazzlingly bright, reflecting the myriad beings below.
“Crack.”
A crack appeared on the smooth mirror surface then it shattered into pieces, scattering like raindrops.
“Look quickly—what is that?”
“It looks like the ancient artifact, the Scrying Mirror!
Wasn’t it supposed to have disappeared along with the fall of the Supreme Deity?
How has it resurfaced?”
“Shut up, that’s our lord’s possession!”
Guo Qingchen didn’t look at the Scrying Mirror.
He glanced at the disciples and demons who had stopped fighting, realizing that Wan Cang’s grand plan had failed.
He felt a weight lifted off his shoulders and suddenly collapsed.
The fragments of the Scrying Mirror spun rapidly and one piece happened to shine on Guo Qingchen.
Below his waist, his original legs had vanished, replaced by a thick, long silver-white snake tail, its scales reflecting a faint glow in the sunlight.
“How could this be…”
Wan Cang, with his remaining right eye, saw this scene and stared blankly at the now unconscious Guo Qingchen, as if struck by lightning.
His wife had died from a lightning tribulation.
He had to dug up the demon immortal bone to resurrect his deceased wife.
And Guo Qingchen’s snake tail was exactly the same as his late wife’s!
“Something’s wrong. Where did it go wrong? How is this possible!?”
Wan Cang was overwhelmed by intense despair, collapsing to his knees, incoherent and in tears, “He disappeared, didn’t he? Right in front of me, I watched him…”
He only knew that the demon immortal bone could resurrect his wife so he was determined to kill for it, planning meticulously.
He never expected that the true form of the demon immortal Guo Qingchen was a white snake!
Countless images flashed before Wan Cang’s eyes.
They were the beautiful times spent together after finding the little white snake; the painful memories of being abandoned in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave by the former demon lord; the rare warmth he felt from the sect after becoming Guo Qingchen’s disciple…
Wan Cang regretted it
After becoming the Demon Lord, he spent his days in a daze, seeking amusement when bored and killing when displeased, completely unhinged.
If only his wife hadn’t passed away…
No, his master was his wife!
Wan Cang dared not think further, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Using both hands and feet, he stumbled over to Guo Qingchen’s side, carefully cradling the person, feeling the life force gradually slipping away. He was now laughing and crying at the same time.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“I, I miss you so much.”
“Open your eyes and look at me! Little White, Master, Guo Qingchen…?”
“Guo Qingchen!!”
No matter how Wan Cang called out, Guo Qingchen in his arms remained motionless, looking lifeless.
“Do you want to save him?
You know, the Scrying Mirror isn’t completely shattered. It can still be used.”
That indistinguishable voice appeared again.
Wan Cang, without a doubt, held Guo Qingchen tightly and asked in a trembling voice, “What should I do?”
“Then you should die.”
“After all, your lover is dead too, isn’t he?”
“Yes, I’ll follow him in death… only I can.”
Wan Cang, as if bewitched, gently released Guo Qingchen and raised his hand to summon the Glacier Sword
Killing the Demon Lord is difficult for others but if the Demon Lord seeks death himself, it’s simple—just shatter all the demon bones at once.
…My wife is heartless, abandoning me without a care.
Wan Cang turned the sword’s tip, pierced through his chest and twisted it viciously, slicing down through flesh and bone.
The dark demonic energy overflowed, instinctively trying to protect its master but it was useless in front of the Demon Lord’s eyes filled with madness.
Wan Cang took one last look at Guo Qingchen and collapsed beside him.
With the sword that belonged to his beloved, he shattered his own demon bones with his own hands.
**
In the twelfth year of Divine Blessing Era, the Demon Lord Wan Cang instigated a war between the immortals and demons and was slain on the spot by the current Immortal Lord Guo Qingchen.
The turmoil between the two realms was known to all.
The Immortal Sect was severely weakened but with the Demon Lord gone, the four Demon Warlords were like stray dogs, forced back to the eastern side of Heaven’s End.
The demon clan was ordered by the hundred families of the Immortal Sect not to emerge again.