My Master is Actually My Late Wife
“Quick, someone! The junior brother is awake!”
“Go get Immortal Lord Luo!
Oh no, the Immortal Lord is unreliable, ugh, always wandering, elusive…
Quick, go get our Master Gan!”
“Okay, senior brother, I’m on it!”
What are they shouting about? This is outrageous. No one dares to be so presumptuous in front of me.
Wan Cang was overwhelmed by the noise, his head pounding as if needles were stabbing his temples.
He struggled to open his eyes, his vision blurry, his body weak and limp as if every bone in his body had been broken and then reassembled.
The pain was unbearable!
Wait, this body.
Where did this body come from?
Didn’t I commit suicide?
Wan Cang was bewildered.
When his vision finally cleared, he saw two, three, four… good heavens, a total of four faces!
They were staring at him with wide eyes.
He turned his head, struggling to lift his wrist, trying to cast a silencing spell to shut these noisy people up. But he suddenly realized this body had no magical energy.
The hand he raised was immediately grabbed by someone.
“I…”
Wan Cang’s voice was hoarse and he hesitated to speak.
“What do you mean ‘I’?
Focus and calm your breath!”
“Zhu Hong, if people say you’re a fool, are you really a fool?
So what if you have no spiritual power?
You can just stay on the peak for the rest of your life, carefree and happy.”
“To be fair, your uncle hasn’t deprived you of anything all these years…”
“But I’ve never seen anyone as troublesome as you!”
The person speaking had a familiar tone, dressed in deep green robes with a jade pendant at the waist, a typical attire of someone from the immortal sect.
The hand that reached out was continuously transferring spiritual power to Wan Cang.
But the mouth kept chattering like a sparrow
It was the person who had just been called for, the master of one of the three great peaks of Void Sect, the Star-Seizing Peak —Gan Shouyin.
As spiritual energy flowed into his body, Wan Cang’s eyes were blank as he stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, resigning himself to lying flat.
Since Gan Shouyin was helping him repair his meridians, apart from a slight itch and warmth, he felt no discomfort and it was actually quite pleasant.
At the same time, his mind was racing, sorting out the situation.
First of all, he had been reborn.
He had taken over the body of ‘Zhu Hong’
and as luck would have it, this person was a useless fool who couldn’t cultivate which explained the lack of spiritual power.
Hmm, he seemed to be an idiot too.
See, he had managed to get himself killed which was why Wan Cang’s soul could so smoothly take over the body.
Wan Cang thought that if he could contact his demon subordinates, return to his original body, or regain control of the same divine artifact power as the Scrying Mirror, then he might be kind enough to gather Zhu Hong’s scattered soul and return it to this talentless body.
Secondly, this place was an immortal sect.
He had just heard the disciples mention ‘Immortal Lord’ and ‘Peak Master’
The uneven distribution of resources in the sect meant that only the three great sects could have peaks.
He just didn’t know if this was the Heaven Void Sect he had personally slaughtered in his past life or the Clear Mind Sect and Luminous Dawn Sect that were caught in the crossfire?
In short, all three sects had a grudge against him!
Wan Cang sighed almost inaudibly, wanting to turn over and sleep but he forgot that Gan Shouyin was still treating him
Then he was pulled back by the arm to face them.
As soon as he looked up, he saw those four worried faces and Gan Shouyin’s expression was as dark as thunder.
“You still have the nerve!”
Gan Shouyin’s free left hand smacked Wan Cang’s butt, demanding harshly, “Tell me, why did you think of jumping off a cliff?”
So this fool actually went and jumped off a cliff.
The fact that he didn’t shatter into pieces instantly and managed to hold on until his arrival, was that something to be celebrated?
Wan Cang secretly grumbled, trying hard to recall, and in line with Zhu Hong’s character, he weakly spoke up,
“Reporting to Uncle Gan, because I wanted to cultivate like everyone else…
Someone told me there was medicine there that could open up the spiritual veins.”
After saying this, a few crystalline tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, making him look like a pathetic loser yearning for cultivation.
If Zhu Hong himself were resurrected, he would have to praise, “It’s too similar!”
Gan Shouyin was taken aback by his words, his tone softened, “Ah Hong, I was too angry just now…
It was my fault, I shouldn’t have hit you.”
But that smack wasn’t actually that hard.
Once the treatment was over, Gan Shouyin let go of his hand and shooed the remaining disciples out, clearly having something to say in private.
Wan Cang remained silent, struggling to sit up.
“Ah Hong, your parents, during that great battle ten years ago, protected dozens of disciples but unfortunately passed away…
They were true heroes.
Not just me but everyone in our sect feels deeply sorry.”
“But don’t let this make you despair or even think of ending your life.”
“Your frail body can’t cultivate and that’s something everyone in the sect knows.
Listen to your uncle’s advice, some things just can’t be forced.”
“So stop tormenting yourself, okay?”
This was actually an elder who was brave enough to admit his mistakes, a rare sight.
Wan Cang nodded obediently, blinking his eyes.
At the same time, he realized that the “great war” could only refer to the immortal-demon war he had instigated, which meant this was the twenty-second year of Divine Blessing Era.
Ten years after his original self’s suicide.
Zhu Hong’s parents were killed because of him and even Zhu Hong himself was an indirect victim.
Orphaned and taken in by others.
Wan Cang suddenly felt this path was very familiar and a flicker of conscience surged within him.
Reincarnating into this person’s body was both ridiculous and pathetic.
But why did Zhu Hong jump off a cliff?
Someone without spiritual power, who would reveal such information and lead him to pick spirit grass?
Wan Cang’s eyes deepened and he suddenly grabbed Gan Shouyin’s arm, “Uncle Master, my head hurts terribly. My memories are a bit jumbled, probably from hitting my head.”
“Can you help me sort them out?”
For those in the immortal sect, probing others’ memories was a forbidden technique, not allowed to be used, but sorting through memories wasn’t difficult.
Gan Shouyin smiled and said, “No problem, your uncle will help you.”
He was a medical cultivator, having treated thousands of patients, if not tens of thousands, with countless difficult and complicated cases.
Seeing Wan Cang return to his obedient demeanor and make such a small request, he naturally agreed without hesitation.
“Relax.”
Gan Shouyin placed his palm on Wan Cang’s forehead, his spiritual power gentle, enveloping the entire head.
As the Demon Lord, Wan Cang had never been this close or trusting with anyone in his past life.
Now, with Gan Shouyin’s hand on his forehead, if he had any malicious intent and wanted to kill him, it would be easier than crushing an ant!
Instinctively, he resisted this vulnerable position, his fingers clenching the soft cotton blanket, trying to suppress his trembling.
Zhu Hong was a blissfully ignorant fool.
Though he lost his parents, he grew up showered with love and care, always picking spiritual herbs when he heard of them, so he couldn’t possibly know what a “vital point” was.
He couldn’t let it slip.
The treatment lasted the time it took for an incense stick to burn.
Wan Cang remained highly focused, cold sweat pouring down as his memories gradually became clearer.
“All done.”
Gan Shouyin released his hand.
That was close.
This wasn’t a test of Gan Shouyin’s abilities at all but a test of a Demon Lord’s level of trust in someone from the Immortal Sect!
Wan Cang felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. His clothes soaked with sweat as his tense muscles gradually relaxed.
“Ah Hong, is it hot in here?”
Gan Shouyin wiped away his sweat.
“Why are you sweating so much?”
“No, Uncle Master”
Wan Cang changed the subject, “I just remembered something.”
“What is it?”
Wan Cang hesitated, testing the waters as he spoke, “If I tell you, Uncle Master, can you guarantee my safety?”
“Ridiculous. Not just on Star Seizing Peak but in the entire Heaven Void Sect, no one would dare trouble you.
Otherwise, they’d be crossing me, Gan Shouyin!”
Heaven Void Sect is divided into three peaks.
They are Sun Blazing Peak, which focuses on offense; Moon calling Peak, which focuses on defense; and Star Seizing Peak, responsible for logistics.
Star Seizing Peak may not be entrusted with major responsibilities but every peak master, regardless of their main path of cultivation, ranks high on the Ascension Pavilion’s Heavenly List and their strength is not to be underestimated.
Memories emerged like the dawn breaking through the mist and Wan Cang understood. His true self was indeed in Heaven Void Sect.
His eyes and mouth drooped and suddenly he squeezed out a few tears.
His pale, beautiful face looked as fragile as crystal, ready to shatter at a touch, “I didn’t jump off the cliff on my own, Uncle Master…”
“Someone wanted to kill me!”