My Master is Actually My Late Wife
When Wan Cang woke up, there was no one by the bed.
He lifted his left wrist and found a faint white scar at the base of his palm as if someone had first cut it open and then used a spell to heal it.
Wan Cang lowered his gaze, staring at the scar in a daze.
Zhu Hong’s body, compared to his original one, lacked a strong self-healing ability and ever since his soul took over, it kept getting injured.
But he had long been accustomed to pain.
In the past, even if he was covered in wounds or got stabbed through the waist and abdomen during a fight with his intestines accidentally spilling out, he could calmly stuff them back in and continue battling.
Because Wan Cang’s five senses were incomplete.
The only one that was clear was his sense of pain.
Whenever he was upset, he particularly liked to cut his forearm, let his wrist hang down and watch the blood beads seep from the wound, slowing his breath, quietly listening to the dripping sound as if his agitation could leave his body with it.
Only after a while could he calm his mind.
For Wan Cang, pain kept him clear-headed so he didn’t fear it. He even found solace in suffering.
Such meticulous care, tending to minor injuries…
It could only be Guo Qingchen’s handiwork!
The joy was fleeting, quickly replaced by a sense of loss and bitterness that surged through Wan Cang’s heart.
He realized in an instant that this was merely affection and compassion stolen from Guo Qingchen.
It should have belonged to ‘Zhu Hong’
—Not to the Demon Lord Wan Cang.
When Wan Cang’s parents passed away, he was still just a toddler so it was only natural that his uncle took him in.
From then on, he stumbled and struggled through the mundane world, growing up stubbornly.
These worldly matters were vividly clear yet they seemed shrouded in mist, making it hard to see them clearly.
Wan Cang was momentarily dazed.
He vaguely remembered that as a child, due to his unique constitution, he was a rare prodigy in the path of cultivation.
An elder from an immortal sect once remarked that he was ‘blessed for three lifetimes’ indicating he had great fortune.
Unexpectedly, he became the target of many unscrupulous individuals.
Those who came for him, whether they were disciples of immortal sects or members of the demon clan, all appeared righteous but then attempted to abduct him, aiming to refine his entire skeletal structure.
Clearly, they intended to use this fortune for themselves.
Poisoned blades repeatedly pierced Wan Cang’s body and heart.
He curled up helplessly, trying to hide but found it difficult to escape.
His young body, still growing, was covered in scars, each one deep enough to see the bone, a pitiful sight.
Time and again, he brushed past death.
Even if he was lucky enough to be rescued, he no longer dared to return home. No.
That cramped, dark woodshed doesn’t deserve to be called a ‘home’!
The only one who could easily track his whereabouts and leak them was that uncle who only had eyes for his own son.
Wan Cang endured five years of torment in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave and even after being reborn, he couldn’t let go of these grievances.
Is it wrong to want to see more of this world?
Is it his fate to be born with fortune only to be plundered and humiliated by others?!
Even if it’s just barely surviving, he must live on…
Revenge!
No one taught Wan Cang how to cultivate.
He gritted his teeth, using both hands and feet, groping his way forward on his own path until he stood tall, growing stronger and became the Supreme Lord of the Demon Realm.
Finally standing at the peak, he could look down on all beings.
Looking back at all that pushed him to become a demon, Wan Cang didn’t blame the heavens or the earth. Instead, he wanted to thank these people.
So after killing the old Demon Lord, he put on half of a gilded mask, knocking on the beasts’ doors one by one in the dead of night, his violent demonic aura enveloping the air, killing them with a single blow.
Thinking back now, letting them die so easily was far too lenient.
Wan Cang lowered his eyes, laughing silently
What ‘fate’? ‘Innate talent? … these useless things, I couldn’t care less!
He struggled to survive but by a twist of fate, he encountered Guo Qingchen again as the Demon Lord.
Wan Cang didn’t know that Guo Qingchen was the little white snake he had once raised and Guo Qingchen, practicing the Heartless Dao, had forgotten all about the past…
The Demon Lord and the Immortal Lord were natural enemies, so of course, they started fighting as soon as they met, causing the sky to darken and the earth to shake.
Wan Cang found a worthy opponent and was thoroughly enjoying the battle.
In the Demon Realm, their daily activities involved fighting each other as fighting was a form of training and communication.
A newly transformed demon might step on someone’s grave. A demon born later might destroy someone’s territory. A demon lord’s subordinate might patrol the streets and steal someone’s rice…
The demon clan would fight over such trivial matters.
—Because they were bored and itching for a fight!
Wan Cang, bored out of his mind, had learned many strange and perverse skills.
Reflecting on his unusual reaction earlier, he suddenly realized.
Stealing his corpse was one thing but using it to hide poison?!
This body was already weak and now it had to rely on bloodletting to alleviate the poison, making it even weaker?
The most infuriating thing was that the person behind it all had harmed Guo Qingchen… I must skin this coward alive, grind their bones to dust!
Wan Cang fumed silently, his chest heaving violently, coughing repeatedly.
As he got out of bed, he heard rapid but faint breathing.
On this outing, he had already been a burden and after being poisoned, he was even less mobile.
Logically, Guo Qingchen should have stabilized his condition and then gone out to investigate.
How could there be someone in the room?
Wan Cang quietly made his way to the other end of the outer room.
Hearing the sound of something cutting through the air, he instinctively leaped up, dodging the sudden attack of an unknown object.
“Bang!”
The wooden shelf behind him wasn’t so lucky, getting knocked over and crashing heavily to the ground.
Wan Cang looked down, his heart churning with waves of shock.
It was actually a thick, long, silver-white snake tail!
Guo Qingchen, being a demon immortal, was revered by many but also coveted by countless petty individuals.
Naturally, he couldn’t have any weaknesses on the surface.
So, he hid the secret of his true form very well.
In his past life, Wan Cang only saw Guo Qingchen’s snake tail through the fragments of the Scrying Mirror just before he took his own life.
It was then he realized that the person he intended to dig the bones from was the only ‘deceased wife’ he had long planned to resurrect.
It was truly both ridiculous and tragic.
If that person were still conscious, there was no way he would allow the snake tail to be exposed in front of others.
Something happened to Guo Qingchen!
This thought filled Wan Cang’s mind.
He let out a short, spasmodic breath, avoiding the snake tail that swept towards him again and followed along the slender tip of the tail
Finally, he found Guo Qingchen in the corner.
Guo Qingchen, usually so composed and dignified, was now a complete contrast.
His silver-white hair cascaded to the ground, draping messily over his half-opened collar, revealing tantalizing glimpses of his alluring contours.
His long lashes fluttered incessantly, like butterfly wings poised to take flight.
His rosy lips were slightly parted as if yearning for something.
The snake tail beneath him shimmered with layers of moon-like radiance, its silver-white scales, which should have been utterly pure, now sweeping restlessly, exuding a sense of agitation.
An enchanting and seductive aura emanated from him, shattering the usual cold aloofness.
Damn it…
I really want to touch that tail again.
Wan Cang took in the entire scene and this thought inexplicably popped into his head.
He stood there, dumbfounded, not too close yet not too far, until the snake tail coiled around his ankle, then wrapped around his waist, pulling him right in front of Guo Qingchen.
Wan Cang found himself staring directly into Guo Qingchen’s blood-red eyes and he dryly said, “Master.”
Guo Qingchen tilted his head slightly as if he didn’t understand what Wan Cang was saying, revealing two small fangs as the snake tail tightened its hold around Wan Cang.
“Ha”
In the next moment, the scent of lotus suddenly enveloped Wan Cang’s nose.
Guo Qingchen leaned forward and gently ran his tongue across Wan Cang’s cheek!
Wan Cang lightly touched the warm trail of moisture, his gaze growing darker.
Why does it feel like ever since this person’s demon form appeared, his behavior has become childish?
“Wan Cang”
Wan Cang confirmed that Guo Qingchen was not in his right mind yet still addressed him as such.
Feeling the snake tail around his waist and abdomen gradually tighten, his breathing became increasingly difficult, and his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.
“Can you… let me go first?”
Guo Qingchen couldn’t respond to Wan Cang’s request.
In the past, during his heat, he would spend it alone in the cold pool of Celestial Haven and after switching to the Heartless Dao, he didn’t consider the snake’s physiological instincts a big deal.
Now, coincidentally in heat, he had drawn the passionate gu into his body from Wan Cang…
It was like a spark falling onto an endless prairie, fanned by the east wind, suddenly setting the whole field ablaze.
Staying clear-headed was incredibly difficult!
Guo Qingchen’s mind was muddled and without a word, he pulled Wan Cang into his arms, nuzzling with his nose and then continued to lick the person’s cheek.
The breath on his cheek and ear was hot, wet, and salty, unusually clingy, completely different from the usual impression Guo Qingchen gave.
Wan Cang half-heartedly resisted, his slightly tilted Adam’s apple bobbing a few times before he couldn’t hold back any longer.
He decided to follow his heart, reaching back to hold Guo Qingchen’s head.
He pried open Guo Qingchen’s teeth, ignoring the sharp canines that cut his mouth and pushed forward.
The kiss was long and cherished.
Their hearts pounded, breaths intertwined.
But Guo Qingchen was naturally taller than Wan Cang’s current body, especially now with his lower half transformed into a snake tail, making the young man’s frame seem somewhat inadequate.
It was more like he was acting spoiled on his master’s body.
Before Wan Cang became the Demon Lord, he had formed a Dao bond with Guo Qingchen.
They spent day and night together, yet never crossed the line.
Right now, he was self-taught, his tongue agile, repeatedly teasing and sucking on that soft flesh belonging to Guo Qingchen, leaving the little snake in front even more bewildered.
Damn it, why does it feel like I’m at a disadvantage?!
The more engrossed Wan Cang became in the kiss, the more he missed his original form.
Because in his true form, he was half a head taller than Guo Qingchen and his beloved wouldn’t need to support him with her tail.
If it were always like this, that tail must be so tired!
“Knock, knock, knock.”
A sudden knock on the door interrupted them and Hua Changzhou’s voice came from outside, “Master, I’ve found the array’s core.”
But the tone sounded extremely stiff and even the enunciation was unclear.
What kind of country bumpkin spirit dares to impersonate that rooster senior brother?
Do they really think I’m dead?!
Wan Cang chuckled inwardly, instantly sobering up.
He pulled away voluntarily, gesturing for Guo Qingchen to be silent, his expression gentle.
Their lips were forced apart, leaving a thin, silvery thread between them.
Guo Qingchen tilted his head slightly, meeting his gaze with confusion.
“Be good”
Wancang gently caressed Guo Qingchen’s desire-flushed cheek, tidying his hair and when he turned back, his eyes were fierce, “I’m going to kill someone.”
Given Guo Qingchen’s nature, heading to the center of demonic energy, he would never let Hua Changzhou go out alone to deal with the demons.
Especially now, when even he had fallen into a trap.
Wan Cang slowly stood up, raising his hand to brush over the storage ring, shattering the fourteen spirit power jade tokens inside simultaneously
Luo Zangke’s formidable spiritual power burst forth, with half of it forming a protective barrier around Guo Qingchen while the other half continuously flowed into him, calming his restless spirit.
With each step Wan Cang took, the fluctuation of spiritual power around him surged and he astonishingly broke through the Qi Condensation Stage, leaping three levels straight to the Core Formation Stage!
Dazzling five-colored light flickered as the Golden Core gradually formed in Wan Cang’s dantian.
Once it stabilized at the Immortal Stage, he said in a deep voice, “Sword, come.”
The Resplendent Sword transformed into a stream of light, spinning through the air.
The sword vibrated, resonating with an unmatched aura of deadly intent, buzzing ominously.
This sword had been lost for too long…
Too long without following its master into battle and too long without tasting blood!
As Wan Cang reached the doorway, he suddenly paused, turning to look back at Guo Qingchen behind him, his eyes filled with deep affection.
The person was already leaning against the wall, sliding down, their expression indistinguishable.
But from the line of their jaw and the stretch of their fingertips, it was clear their condition had stabilized significantly.
— Immortal Lord Guo Qingchen was completely unguarded while the Demon Lord protected him from behind.
Wan Cang chuckled softly.
To start over and encounter such a situation, having the chance to protect his beloved.
No regrets!
When he raised his eyes again, his gaze was filled with a fierce and ruthless aura, like a malevolent spirit reborn from the depths of the Asura Path.
With the Resplendent Sword in hand, he swung it fiercely at the door!
“Boom”
The door flew outward, splinters scattering everywhere.
But outside, there was no one.
As soon as Wan Cang stepped over the threshold, he found himself in the midst of intricate dark red patterns.
Blood-red light burst forth, transforming into chains that wrapped around his limbs.
It was clearly the Seven Fiends Array!
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“Author’s Note”
Wan Cang: I, am, not, afraid! Even like this, I’ll still go for it!
Guo Qingchen: Hmm.
1. Wan Cang is the top, with both a youth and adult form. Be careful not to mix them up, lol.
2. At this point, Wan Cang only suspects he’s been hit with a passionate gu, unaware that Guo Qingchen is in heat and what he’s done for him. He’ll find out soon!
3. Touching the tail refers to the little white snake’s true form.
These two are in pure love. Even after becoming Dao companions, they haven’t even held hands.