My Master is Actually My Late Wife
Sun Blazing Peak, Reverence Hall.
The lights flickered and the sandalwood incense burned quietly, sending wisps of blue smoke drifting.
Behind the candlesticks, rows of plaques with different names were arranged, tinged with a warm hue.
These were all people from Heaven Void Sect who had already passed away.
Wan Cang knelt on the cold floor, his back slightly bent, head lowered, covering his mouth with his sleeve, letting out a series of heart-wrenching coughs, “Cough, cough cough!”
He used to come to this Reverence Hall to kneel as punishment often.
Back then, Wan Cang didn’t care at all, even secretly spitting at the deceased members of the immortal sect.
But today, just a glance upward made him inexplicably feel guilty
The last time he was here, there were only three rows of memorial tablets.
It was easy to imagine how many disciples of Heaven Void Sect had died in that great battle between immortals and demons.
He sneaked a glance at Guo Qingchen standing beside him.
Those moon-white boots were spotless, not moving an inch.
Guo Qingchen lowered his eyes in contemplation, saying nothing.
He had just subdued Hua Changzhou, frowning as he dragged the fallen Wan Cang to the ancestral hall as well.
His sharp jawline remained tense, like the cold statue at the mountain gate.
If he pursed his lips a bit more, he would resemble it even more.
Hua Changzhou was just a step away from Wan Cang.
Even while kneeling, his back was straight and his lips curled in a disdainful smirk, cursing in his heart, “Damn pretty boy.”
This person not only had a face somewhat similar to Wan Cang’s but also shared the same pitiful act…
Might as well cough to death!
Wasn’t he just borrowing a sword with such swagger?
How come as soon as the master arrived, he turned into a weak willow swaying in the wind?
No, something’s off.
Hua Changzhou’s eyebrows were full of mockery as his thoughts turned, his dark pupils suddenly contracting.
—Where did Zhu Hong get the spiritual power?!
Wan Cang could guess what Hua Changzhou was thinking but couldn’t be bothered to respond.
He used to bicker with this person almost daily and every time they fought halfway, Guo Qingchen would come and stop them then take them to the ancestral hall to kneel as punishment.
Heaven Void Sect did not explicitly forbid disciples from sparring but that didn’t mean private fights were allowed
Hua Changzhou had disliked Wan Cang ever since he joined Heaven Void Sect.
Wan Cang’s tendency to faint, whether real or fake, and his constant clinging to Guo Qingchen only made Hua Changzhou despise him more.
Wan Cang’s dislike for Hua Changzhou was even more straightforward.
It was simply because Hua Changzhou had joined the sect a few years earlier and strutted around in front of the other disciples like a rooster, meddling in everything, even interfering when Wan Cang tried to stick to Guo Qingchen.
Guo Qingchen was handsome, humble, and most importantly, possessed an immortal bone.
If Wan Cang wasn’t following the Immortal Lord to gather information, was he supposed to lower himself to stick to this dead rooster instead?
Ridiculous!
The two couldn’t stand each other, fighting whenever and wherever they pleased, never using the arena or protective formations.
Their battles had destroyed countless flowers and trees within Heaven Void Sect.
It was a textbook example of a private brawl.
Earlier, when Wan Cang saw Guo Qingchen return, he was secretly delighted.
He immediately hid his Resplendent Sword, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and collapsed on the ground, pretending to be dead.
Anyone who saw him would feel a pang of sympathy.
Everyone at Star Seizing Peak knew that Junior Brother Zhu Hong couldn’t cultivate and had no spiritual power so how could he possibly fight back?
It was obvious—it was all Hua Changzhou’s fault!
But even though Wan Cang put on this whole act, Guo Qingchen only helped him up and transferred some spiritual power to adjust his internal energy, showing none of the concern he used to.
He was extremely indifferent.
And rightly so.
After all, Wan Cang was no longer the newly accepted disciple. Now he was just a useless nobody with no real connection
Wan Cang couldn’t quite describe what he was feeling. A mix of disappointment and frustration surged through his mind, tearing at his only clear nerve.
He bit down hard on his tongue, sensing the Resplendent Sword hidden within his spine, and pinched his fingers while taking a deep breath.
Only then did he manage to calm his emotions and face Guo Qingchen with composure.
Before the great battle between immortals and demons, the Resplendent Sword had vanished without a trace.
Wan Cang had long been accustomed to killing with his bare hands but he had to admit that he was quite sentimental, holding a special affection for the sword that had accompanied him for so long.
Since his rebirth, the only thing worth celebrating was retrieving the sword.
He summoned the Resplendent Sword using the “Borrowing Sword Technique.”
This was a minor spell that disciples of the Heaven Void Sect learned upon entry.
Due to their low spiritual power and not having chosen a sword yet, they often used this method.
It involved calling forth a sword from the countless ones in the Sword Tomb.
Everything has a spirit and which sword could be summoned depended entirely on the sword’s choice.
Failures in summoning were common.
Zhu Hong’s body had normal meridian flow but could only temporarily draw on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, likely suffering from an ailment even Gan Shouyin couldn’t cure.
In short, he originally couldn’t even use the Borrowing Sword Technique.
Now that Wan Cang’s soul had taken over, not only could he borrow a sword but he could also easily cleanse his marrow, form a core, and break into the Sword Tomb to take everything inside.
But he couldn’t do that as it would expose his identity.
A flash of doubt passed through Wan Cang’s eyes
After losing the sword, he tried summoning it several times without success.
Why did it work perfectly after changing bodies?
“Changzhou, you speak first.”
Guo Qingchen’s gaze lightly swept over the two of them before turning to face the memorial tablets.
Why didn’t he even give me the chance to defend myself?!
Wan Cang’s eyelashes fluttered as he looked at Guo Qingchen in shock, only to hear Hua Changzhou say, “Master, I know I was wrong.”
Wait, excuse me, were you this eager and sincere in admitting your mistakes in your past life?
The one who got possessed must be you, Hua Changzhou!
“What did you do wrong?”
“Master asked me to ‘invite’ the junior brother, but I was negligent and had a bad attitude, that’s the first. Master asked me to ‘take care of’ the junior brother but I was irresponsible and even drew swords, that’s the second.”
“—Master, there’s no need to mention the third point, I truly know my mistakes!”
Hua Changzhou was earnest and sincere, suddenly kowtowing.
In this shrine, he wasn’t just bowing to Guo Qingchen but also to the deceased ancestors of the Heaven Void Sect.
“Hmm,”
Guo Qingchen’s tone was flat, “Zhu Hong, do you know your mistakes?”
For some reason, even though Guo Qingchen clearly called out ‘Zhu Hong’
Wan Cang felt that his tone was unnatural, as if he should have been calling another name.
Like ‘Wan Cang’
Guo Qingchen had been accepted as a disciple under the former Immortal Lord Luo Zangke and on that day, his master had criticized him with eight harsh words.
Cold-hearted and indifferent with weak familial ties.
Probably because the original form was a snake, a cold-blooded creature, he exuded a chilling aura with all emotions frozen in the dark river of his eyes, making it hard for others to see through him.
Guo Qingchen didn’t like to meddle in unnecessary matters or concern himself with irrelevant people, unless it involved the interests of Heaven Void Sect and the Immortal Gate.
After all, he was still the revered Immortal Lord.
For instance, today, when a disciple went mad due to the Nightmare Pearl and attacked others, he killed him with one sword strike and then waved his hand, leaving all the cleanup work to Ji Qiuming.
Now, Guo Qingchen took the initiative to speak.
He first questioned his first disciple, Hua Changzhou, then turned to Zhu Hong, effectively confirming this master-disciple relationship himself.
Wan Cang never believed Hua Changzhou’s words.
Because in his past life, every time this person called him ‘junior brother’
it was three parts mockery, seven parts disdain, making it hard to tell the truth.
Now, he finally felt the real sense of re-entering the sect as a disciple.
“I know I was wrong,”
Wan Cang lowered his eyes, his attitude respectful, his tone sincere, “Senior Brother Hua must have his reasons for acting without cause. Even if I were killed on the spot, I should have no complaints.”
The words ‘Senior Brother Hua’ were bitten out and paired with the surrounding sentences, it was extremely odd, blatantly telling Guo Qingchen
Hua Changzhou is unreasonable!
Wan Cang knelt to admit his mistake, yet still didn’t forget to take a jab at his senior brother, provoking a cold sidelong glance from Hua Changzhou, who mouthed the word ‘scram’
Just you wait
The borrowed sword hasn’t been explained yet!
Wan Cang pouted, raised an eyebrow and responded with a silent ‘sobbing’
Using Zhu Hong’s face so carelessly, his expression was as punchable as it could get.
What a living little Mary sue!
Hua Changzhou was so angry that he clenched the robe on his knees, wishing he could immediately pull out his folding fan and give him another beating to vent his anger.
“Is that so.”
Guo Qingchen seemed to be questioning or perhaps confirming something to himself, his dark eyes like a cold pool with stars, turning to face Wan Cang.
“Master, please see clearly! This disciple has no spiritual power, it couldn’t possibly be me who started the trouble…”
“Shut up!”
Hua Changzhou couldn’t take it anymore, stood up and pointed at Wan Cang’s nose, cursing, “Just now you used the ‘Borrowed Sword Technique,’ holding such a big sword in your hand, do you think I’m blind?!”
Guo Qingchen slightly turned, his cold gaze shifting to his suddenly upright eldest disciple.
Hua Changzhou immediately ‘thud’ knelt back on the floor, quickly lowered his head, eyes on his nose, nose on his heart, regretting so much he wanted to slap himself.
What was he getting so worked up for, he actually stood up.
It’s over!
Guo Qingchen raised his hand to summon a crimson long whip, his silver-white hair falling to his chest with the motion, the curve of his lips colder than frost and snow, “The fourth.”
Standing up without permission while being punished to kneel.
—This is the fourth mistake.
Hua Changzhou clenched his fists, closing his eyes in an instant, thinking ‘three strikes and you’re out.’
After encountering ‘Zhu Hong’ he had repeatedly failed to meet his master’s expectations in a short time, overstepping in every way
How arrogant.
He deserves punishment!
Wan Cang saw the whip with bone spikes and took a sharp breath, feeling a phantom pain in his back.
The Soul Refining Whip.
Each lash strikes directly at the soul, making one’s insides feel like they’re burning with blood stuck in the throat, unable to go up or down.
Guo Qingchen rarely used this whip on people, only when extremely angry.
Every time Wan Cang took three lashes, he had to lie down for ten days to half a month.
Hua Changzhou, oh Hua Changzhou, tsk tsk tsk.
Truly pitiful.
Wan Cang felt a bit of sympathy like a fox mourning the death of a rabbit.
He subtly shifted to the left, just in case Guo Qingchen’s aim was off and he got caught in the crossfire.
—Serves him right!
The whip was about to strike Hua Changzhou when a sudden creaking sound drew the attention of all three present.
The ancestral hall doors swung open, letting in a cold wind that made the candle flames flicker and sway, casting uncertain shadows.
“Junior Brother”
Ji Qiuming, dressed in a deep blue brocade robe with a jade crown, his ink-black brows like swords, appeared dignified and serious, but his tone was anything but, “Oh, don’t whip little Hua, let’s put it on hold for now!”
“There’s something important.”
Guo Qingchen’s hand flickered with red light and the Soul Refining Whip disappeared, “Senior Brother, what’s the matter?”
Usually, when an Immortal Lord is needed, it’s a tricky problem, especially when the sect leader personally comes to ask.
It’s clear how urgent the situation is!
Ji Qiuming regained his serious demeanor, his expression grave, “Several disciples’ bodies were found at the bottom of the unnamed Cliff, all having ingested the Illusion Pearl. Not only that, but there are also problems in various towns.”
“There are traces of the Demon Clan.”
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“Author’s Note”
Senior Brother Hua’s third mistake was not considering ‘sect brotherhood’
~ because Wan Cang used this term to disgust him so he didn’t want to mention it and just knelt down.