My Master is Actually My Late Wife
“That person called himself ‘Senior Brother’ and arranged to meet me in the courtyard at around 5-6pm.
He knew I was eager to cultivate and only mentioned the spiritual medicine ‘at the bottom of the Unnamed Cliff.'”
“Then I lost consciousness.”
“When I woke up, I saw that person, ordinary in appearance but acting insane.
When I tried to persuade him, he actually pushed me off the cliff!”
Wan Cang furrowed his brows, racking his brains to explain the whole incident to Gan Shouyin from Zhu Hong’s perspective.
After finishing, even he found it absurd.
Why did Zhu Hong go out without any defenses, just because of an invitation?
Also, even though he can’t cultivate, he should have a few protective artifacts given by Gan Shouyin.
Even if they’re not of immortal quality, they shouldn’t leave him unconscious with one hit, let alone allow someone to push him off a cliff.
The most crucial point.
Why did that person specifically choose Zhu Hong, a useless person without spiritual power and act so strangely as if possessed?
There’s a lot of mystery here.
Wait, ‘possessed’?
Talking about this, he was no longer sleepy.
Wan Cang’s eyes flickered, suddenly recalling something very familiar from his past life.
The demon race is divided into two types.
Those born from demonic energy, called ‘Chimei’ are innate demons who can only gain intelligence through the enlightenment of a Demon Lord.
Conversely, only a Demon Lord can completely kill them.
Their life and death are not their own.
A small number who are not controlled by demonic energy and can use it freely are basically those who became demons later.
Like Wan Cang.
Before the great war, to deal with the Chimei who reincarnated from gathered demonic energy that couldn’t be killed completely, the Immortal Sect specifically captured a batch and extracted their souls to refine a kind of blood-red orb.
The Nightmare Pearl.
As the name suggests, as long as this orb is embedded into a Chimei’s body and supplemented with Immortal Sect’s techniques, it can cause their power to become chaotic and make them explode to death.
It was like performing a magic trick.
The word ‘Nightmare’ was taken from another usage that Wan Cang knew.
The practitioner could use a secret technique to control those who consumed the Nightmare Pearl, causing the controlled person to lose their own consciousness becoming like a walking corpse.
That disciple seemed to be under the control of the Nightmare Pearl.
Wancang, “Uncle Master, how are things with the demon clan now?”
The topic changed so abruptly that Gan Shouyin was taken aback but he said, “With the Demon Lord dead, the demon clan has been in constant retreat, pushed back to the other side of Heaven’s End. It’s been calm for a while…
Why are you suddenly asking about this?”
He hadn’t even figured out how to cultivate and with his parents dead in the war, it had become a knot in his heart.
How could he have the mind to care about such big matters now?
“Uncle Master, I just heard a senior brother mention that those who fall into demonic ways seem to become abnormal.”
Wancang lowered his eyes, his long lashes casting small shadows on his cheeks, appearing pitiful and helpless but inside, a storm was raging.
So these subordinates were useless without their master, hiding in the demon realm for a whole ten years?
Damn it, this bunch of useless cowards!
Wancang looked up and saw Gan Shouyin deep in thought, knowing his goal had been achieved.
No matter what, anyone daring to lay a hand on the master must be found and killed.
Gan Shouyin noticed Wan Cang massaging his temples, looking like he was overthinking but still trying to provide clues to prevent the sect from being invaded by the demon clan.
A wave of sympathy washed over him and he shook his head with a light sigh.
“Bang!”
Just as Gan Shouyin was about to get up and leave, he heard a loud noise.
He looked back and saw his three disciples standing at the door, looking worried.
“What’s got you all so flustered?”
The eldest disciple, Qi Wangxing, stepped forward, “Master, the Sect Leader requests your presence in the main hall.”
Star Seizing Peak is in charge of logistics.
Gan Shouyin usually kept a low profile, only getting involved in resource allocation when necessary and rarely participated in discussions about sect affairs.
For a long time, he just went through the motions in meetings.
Gan Shouyin was curious, “Is there something for me?”
“Yes”
Qi Wangxing nodded, glancing at Wan Cang who was pretending to be dead on the bed, “The Sect Leader also said to make sure you bring Junior Brother Zhu Hong.”
**
Wan Cang was escorted by two well-meaning senior brothers, one in front and one behind, flying on their swords.
The air rushed into his nose and throat, making him cough uncontrollably but all he could think was, “What does this have to do with me?”
The words of the people in the immortal sect, they dare to say them to me, aren’t they afraid that once I recover, I’ll leave none of them standing?
Wan Cang indulged in his thoughts, temporarily forgetting that Zhu Hong’s frail body was too weak.
The senior brothers weren’t paying attention so when they landed, he fell.
Wan Cang ended up kneeling hard in the mud.
“Oh dear, Junior Brother Zhu, there’s no need for such a grand gesture.
You’re frail and sickly, the Sect Leader wouldn’t make you kneel!” said one with a sharp tongue.
“Yeah, even if you faint in the main hall, the Sect Leader, Vice Sect Leader and the Peak Masters and Elders will keep you alive, not letting you die on the spot!”
This was just adding fuel to the fire.
Wan Cang: “……”
Whatever, no one knows who I really am anyway. It’s Zhu Hong’s face that’s being lost!
Though the two senior brothers had a bit of a wicked sense of humor, they were kind-hearted.
With their words, they lifted Wan Cang back up, supported him on their shoulders, slowed their pace and accompanied him step by step up the stone stairs to the Radiant Spire Hall.
Wan Cang looked up, gazing at this familiar place.
Two stone lions guarded the hall entrance with flying eaves and green tiles, surrounded by corridors.
The two large doors slowly opened, revealing a floor paved with jade bricks, hundreds of giant pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes supporting the structure, and a roof covered with yellow and purple glazed tiles.
The hall was packed with people, a dense crowd.
Besides Sect Leader Ji Qiuming and Vice Sect Leader Bu Yueyu, there were also Peak Master Tan Liu of Sun Blazing Peak, Peak Master Xie Zixi of Moon Calling Peak, and a group of elders.
The scene was grand enough to make an ordinary person’s legs go weak.
But Wan Cang, being the Demon Lord, had seen all kinds of grand occasions.
With the support of his two senior brothers, he ignored his physical discomfort and managed to stand fairly steadily.
Wan Cang carefully observed and noticed some people were missing limbs but without exception, all were survivors of the great battle between immortals and demons.
If his true identity were discovered, this Radiant Spire Hall might instantly become his execution ground!
“Step forward.”
A male voice suddenly echoed.
The voice was like ice shattering jade, chilling to the bone, reverberating in the hall.
How could this be?
Wan Cang was still looking around aimlessly when he suddenly heard that incredibly familiar voice and his body froze instantly.
Wasn’t that person dead?
The bone extraction failed and he died in my arms…
That’s why he chose to die for love.
Sitting in the main seat, Guo Qingchen wore a moon-white brocade robe, his silver-white hair cascading down his back.
With a high nose, thin lips, sword-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes, his calm and clear eyes were like glass in the snow, and the red mark on his forehead was strikingly prominent, making him appear even more aloof and otherworldly.
This is great! Guo Qingchen is actually not dead?!
Wait a minute.
Then how did I come back to life?
Could it be that this is all just a conspiracy?
A mix of wild joy and confusion, two completely opposite emotions intertwined, surged in Wan Cang’s heart, choking him with pain in his throat and a sharp ache in his chest as he weakly clutched at his right chest.
That’s right.
Zhu Hong’s heart was different from ordinary people, located on the right side.
Wan Cang couldn’t afford to be surprised, remaining silent and fully committed to playing the role of the unlucky, useless fool.
Though he was more breathing in than out, he still stared intently at Guo Qingchen, tracing the man’s features from a distance.
Truly beautiful.
As expected of my beloved.
“Greetings, Immortal Lord. Greetings, Sect Master.
I have brought the person.”
Gan Shouyin gestured, signaling for the two disciples to bring the barely breathing Wan Cang to wait nearby, his heart skipping a beat.
After the great battle ten years ago, it was revealed that Sect Master Ji Qiuming of the Heaven Void Sect was not ‘without a background’
but rather the mysterious first disciple of the previous Immortal Lord, Luo Zangke
The leading sects among the hundred sects of the Immortal Gate are the Three Sects, Nine Gates, Twelve Clans, One Valley, and One Hall.
Only then did people understand why the Immortal Lord Ying Li Tian often came down to wander around and loved to pick the place in Heaven Void Sect first.
It turns out there was a connection.
Ji Qiuming, dragging his heavily injured body, crawled to the table of the Immortal Gate’s meeting to speak, not to clarify but to reassure everyone.
After the great battle, everything was in ruins and needed rebuilding.
The Immortal Gate couldn’t afford internal strife anymore.
Everyone knew that Immortal Lord Guo Qingchen fought to the death to kill the Demon Lord Wan Cang, gaining no benefits and was left in a near-death state.
But no one knew the specifics.
Because Ji Qiuming, faced with various pressing questions, still refused to mention his junior brother Guo Qingchen, insisting “I don’t know”
and then swiftly went into seclusion, claiming to be healing.
This approach was so shameless it made people grind their teeth in frustration.
Tan Liu said, “Heaven blesses our Immortal Gate disciples, at least the biggest scourge is dead, right?”
Jie Zixi replied, “From now on, the Demon Domain is just a scattered mess, not worth fearing, but it’s a pity…”
The Immortal Lord thought he had gained another obedient disciple, poured his heart out, only to be played around by the Demon Lord.
Gan Shouyin had a good relationship with these two peak masters and every time the three of them discussed privately, they would exchange glances and end with a long sigh.
Sigh.
Poor Immortal Lord!
Gan Shouyin looked into Guo Qingchen’s indifferent eyes, puzzled.
Logically, even if the Immortal Lord had fully recovered, he had long stopped concerning himself with worldly matters.
What kind of wind blew him down here today?
“A disciple who has fallen into demonic ways was captured,”
Guo Qingchen said succinctly, “I heard someone was injured.”
“May I ask, Immortal Lord, was the injured one the disciple from my peak who has no spiritual power?”
Gan Shouyin wasn’t slow, immediately connecting it to the incident of Zhu Hong being pushed off the cliff.
“Yes.”
Ji Qiuming, aware of Zhu Hong’s parents’ righteous deeds and knowing who the poor soul Zhu Hong was, guiltily chimed in, “Then let Zhu Hong confirm it himself.”
Wan Cang reluctantly withdrew his gaze from Guo Qingchen, standing in place.
“Junior Brother Zhu, they’re calling you.”
The mouthy senior brother quietly reminded him.
“Greetings to Immortal Lord, Sect Master, Vice Sect Master, all Peak Masters, and Elders,”
Wan Cang snapped back to reality, weakly responding, coughing with each step as he moved forward, “Zhu Hong is here.”
On the cold floor knelt a person.
That person had already been subdued by Elder Su who was in charge of punishments, their head hanging low yet still struggling.
Their eyes flashed with a crimson glow, continuously letting out low growls, clearly out of their mind.
Wan Cang knelt in front of this disheveled disciple, reaching out to brush aside their hair.
Sensing the demonic energy surging from this person, as a cultivator, they were beyond saving.
Their appearance was exactly as remembered. This was the culprit who had lured and caused Zhu Hong’s death.
Wan Cang tried to stand up straight but suddenly saw stars, the world spinning around him and he stumbled forward.
The disciple who had fallen into madness suddenly burst out with astonishing strength, breaking free from his restraints and lunging at Wan Cang.
“Junior Brother Zhu!”
“Ah Hong!!”
Dark demonic energy spread and a pair of icy hands appeared around Wan Cang’s neck, tightening with the force of a giant python coiling around him.
It was as if they wanted to kill him immediately!
Wan Cang’s eyes rolled back, his fingers slightly curled, feeling on the verge of suffocation.
In a moment of daze, a self-mocking thought popped into his mind.
I just got resurrected and now I’m going to die again.
At this critical moment, an ice-blue sword pierced through the air, impaling the chest of the one possessed by the demon.
Guo Qingchen flashed to the center of the hall and as he sheathed his sword, his voice was cold, “Execute.”
Before Wan Cang passed out, he caught a whiff of the lotus fragrance from Guo Qingchen and squeezed out one last thought,
Smells so good.