My Master is Actually My Late Wife
What the hell, did he hear that right?
Beloved?!
Zuo Pei was instantly covered in goosebumps.
He broke open the void, a rift shimmering with black light appeared and as he fled, he cast a deep glance back at Wan Cang.
The master is a dignified demon clan leader, how could he possibly develop ‘feelings’ like love for an immortal lord, their sworn enemy…
Could it be that after taking over this disciple of the immortal sect even his mind has been assimilated?
Zuo Pei grew more and more alarmed as he thought about it, catching sight of the golden core that vanished at Wan Cang’s fingertips and the blood covering him.
He realized that his lord was as ruthless as ever.
Though he dared not ask further, he inexplicably felt relieved.
Clutching the compass, he dashed away in a flash.
Wan Cang knelt at the door, lazily lifting his eyelids, unwilling to spare even half a word for Zuo Pei.
Blood gushed from the gaping wound in his abdomen and he breathed with difficulty.
His eyes occasionally shifted, like a lifeless puppet, gradually hollowing out and he inexplicably recalled the dark, sunless days in the Ten thousand demons abyss.
“Tap, tap.”
Wan Cang’s chest heaved violently for a moment as he heard uneven footsteps approaching from behind.
The name ‘Guo Qingchen’ suddenly leapt into his mind.
It seemed that Luo Zangke’s spiritual jade token was indeed a treasure but unfortunately, its original owner was too foolish to use it in time.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ended up with his soul destroyed and body perished.
Wan Cang suddenly regretted not taking the opportunity to touch that beautiful snake tail earlier.
—Has it already turned back into legs by now?
He didn’t want anyone but himself to see that exquisite snake tail because from head to toe, even every strand of hair on Guo Qingchen… was. his!
Wan Cang felt immensely gratified for having helped Guo Qingchen and, in turn, himself.
He was losing too much blood and it seemed as if an invisible hand was draining all the warmth from his body, his breath growing weaker.
Guo Qingchen’s steps were unsteady but resolute.
The two were clearly within reach yet they felt as distant as if separated by an entire prehistoric era
Wan Cang, in a daze, thought, in the past, the only one who unwaveringly chose him and walked towards him… from beginning to end, was his Little White, his Dao companion, his master.
— Guo Qingchen.
Everyone knew that Immortal Lord Guo Qingchen and Demon Lord Wan Cang were mortal enemies and whenever they met, a fight was inevitable.
Their battles were intense enough to shake mountains and dry up seas.
But no one knew that the first encounter between the Demon Lord and the Immortal Lord wasn’t after Wan Cang took over as Demon Lord and went out to kill, nor was it the day he disguised himself to join Heaven Void Sect as an apprentice.
It was in the mortal realm.
At that time, Guo Qingchen had just ascended to Immortal realm, his cultivation halted at the early immortal Stage.
Due to the unique nature of his demon body, he had to undergo tribulations to earn his title and pass the second heavenly tribulation.
Only then could he be officially called ‘Immortal’
He had Luo Zangke seal all his memories and half of his cultivation, reverting him to his original form as a white snake.
Luo Zangke pondered for a while and thought, since he was going to the mortal realm, where he was thrown, didn’t matter.
So with a casual “hmm” he simply tossed his disciple to a remote corner.
Completely disregarding the snake’s survival.
At that time, Wan Cang had once again escaped the clutches of traffickers and hid in a mountain cave for several days.
Crawling out, covered in wounds, he looked up to see a half-limp snake hanging in the grass.
It was also covered in scars but its scales reflected a faint silvery-white glow in the twilight, so pure and beautiful…
In an instant, his attention was captured.
Wan Cang carefully cradled the unconscious little snake in his palm.
After a closer look, he noticed a dilapidated mud-brick house not far away.
Hesitating slightly, he limped inside.
Fortunately, the house was indeed abandoned.
Wan Cang named the little snake “Little White”
Every day, he dragged his injured body to clean and tidy up and went out to gather herbs, not just to heal himself but also to take care of the little snake he had found.
Abandoned by his so-called family with others only wanting to take his spiritual roots…
He was filled with disgust for the world yet he wanted to take responsibility for the snake that was now his only belonging.
The man and the snake relied on each other, spending a rare period of peaceful time together.
Past memories flashed through Wan Cang’s mind like a revolving lantern.
His eyelids drooped weakly, his thoughts were chaotic but the corners of his mouth unconsciously lifted.
It was the happiest time of his life.
No matter what, he dared not forget it.
But the good times didn’t last long.
The ones who came after him weren’t disciples of the Immortal Sect but the subordinates of the old Demon Lord.
“Cough, cough!”
Wan Cang’s expression changed several times, blood seeped through his fingers and footsteps stopped behind him.
“Zhu Hong?”
Guo Qingchen’s voice flowed like a cold spring, brushing over Wan Cang’s heart with a hint of hoarseness at the end.
“Master, cough… your disciple is here.”
Wan Cang staggered to his feet and as he turned, his eyes were misty.
His knees gave way and he fell right into Guo Qingchen’s arms.
The latter instinctively caught him, “Just now, there were demons…”
There was no need to say more. He believed his good master would fill in the rest in his mind.
—Naturally, the demons had found him and severely injured this unlucky fellow!
Guo Qingchen was in a much better state now but his body was still burning hot.
As he supported Wan Cang, their skin touched and he felt the little disciple in front of him was ice-cold.
In just a few breaths, the pure white sleeves were soaked with warm liquid.
Guo Qingchen lowered his head slightly and all he could see was blood, his expression momentarily stunned.
How could this be?
Even if he lost control for a while, the spirit jade token given by his master, Zhu Hong should have power enough to protect himself…
Guo Qingchen: “Where’s the spirit jade token?”
“It’s been used up long ago.”
Wan Cang tried to hold onto Guo Qingchen tightly but he was too weak from blood loss, his body sliding down, his thick lashes trembling lightly, his voice growing faint, “Master, can you take me home?”
As he finished speaking, he didn’t forget to give Guo Qingchen a smile before tilting his head and fainting.
“Zhu Hong!”
Guo Qingchen frowned, pulling Wan Cang tightly into his arms, transferring spiritual energy to him.
As soon as he acted, he sensed the spiritual energy fluctuations belonging to his master within him and realizing how quickly he had regained his human form, how could he not understand?
The spirit jade token wasn’t ‘used up long ago.’
it was all used on him.
He was truly an unworthy master…
He was protected by his own disciple.
As for the secret of his original form, his little disciple was also of the demon clan so it shouldn’t be a big problem.
“Alright”
Guo Qingchen’s lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw tense, his eyes flickering as he looked at Wan Cang who had already closed his eyes, his face pale as paper, “I’ll take you home now.”
He was about to take him back to the sect when he suddenly remembered that his eldest disciple was still missing.
So he simply picked Wan Cang up again and started walking step by step towards the end of the village.
The Glacier Sword moved with his thoughts.
Somehow, the demonic energy in the village had completely dissipated as if someone had deliberately taken it away
Guo Qingchen carefully carried Wan Cang, searching as he walked and finally found the unconscious Hua Changzhou by an old dry well.
He sighed silently before speaking, “Crane Cloud Boat”
The entirely jade-white flying boat approached and docked within the village.
Guo Qingchen was the first to carry Wan Cang onto the boat, placing him on a blanket on the deck.
His left hand remained hovering over Wan Cang’s wrist, transmitting spiritual energy to him.
—If the spiritual energy nurturing were to be cut off, this young disciple might lose his life here!
His right hand flashed with a red light and the Soul Refining Whip appeared in his palm.
When he swung it, it extended several dozen times its length, wrapping around Hua Changzhou’s waist below, instantly pulling him onto the flying boat.
Hua Changzhou landed heavily on the deck, frowning and groaning unconsciously.
The Soul Refining Whip disappeared and Guo Qingchen cast a calm glance at Hua Changzhou.
After confirming that his internal energy was merely chaotic but he was otherwise unharmed, he no longer looked at his senior disciple.
His left hand continued to heal Wan Cang while his right hand formed a seal to control the boat.
He also had to manage the restless spiritual energy within, suppressing his physiological instincts, truly multitasking to the extreme!
Crane Cloud Boat flew steadily, crossing mountain ranges, slicing through clouds and mist, speeding along.
Finally, with a “boom” it landed at the entrance of Heaven Void Sect.
**
When Wan Cang opened his eyes again, his head was splitting with pain.
As his vision cleared, his fingertips encountered unexpected resistance.
When he raised his hand, a series of sparkling water droplets followed.
Looking down, he found himself wearing only a thin white inner garment, soaking in a certain spring.
This is the Sandalwood Stream Spring?!
So, Guo Qingchen really brought him back to Celestial Haven, just like in his previous life!
Wan Cang was overjoyed, turning his head to search for Guo Qingchen’s figure but found nothing.
He then remembered that he was now ‘Zhu Hong’
His face instantly darkened.
Ignoring the wounds on his body that hadn’t healed yet, he let out a soft “hiss” and was about to step out of the water to look for someone when his shoulder was pressed down with just the right amount of force.
“Sit back down.”
Guo Qingchen’s tone was icy.
It was clearly an order that allowed no argument.
“Yes, Master.”
Wan Cang felt the warmth from the hand on his shoulder, nodded obediently and turned around to meet Guo Qingchen’s aloof and cold phoenix eyes.
His eyelashes fluttered as he asked knowingly, “Master, where are we?”
Since they were in the Sandalwood Stream Spring, this was naturally the Celestial Haven where the Immortal Lords of past generations resided.
A place he had visited many times in his past life.
“Celestial Haven”
Guo Qingchen stated plainly, “The Immortal Lords of past generations reside here.”
“Oh—”
Wan Cang drew out the sound, smiling as he propped his chin up and looked up at Guo Qingchen, “I see, Master. What about Senior Brother Hua?”
Guo Qingchen was momentarily taken aback, “Changzhou’s injuries aren’t as severe as yours. He’s currently at Heaven Void Sect, being taken care of.”
Wan Cang wasn’t so kind-hearted as to inquire about Hua Changzhou’s condition out of concern.
He just wanted to confirm whether his rooster-like senior brother had also been brought to Celestial Haven by Guo Qingchen.
Now that he received a negative answer, the corners of his mouth just started to lift before he forced them back down.
With his master’s favoritism, he couldn’t afford to get too carried away!
“I’m feeling uncomfortable, Master.”
Wan Cang propped his arms on the edge of the spring, leaning out of the water.
Beads of water rolled down his temples and cheeks, and his lips which had regained some color, curved slightly.
At this moment, even Guo Qingchen couldn’t tell if his little disciple was truly uncomfortable.
Realizing it was inconvenient to talk while standing, he bent down to ask, “Where?”
That penetrating wound—he had clearly used the best herbs and expended a lot of spiritual power to heal it…
At most, it should only feel a bit uncomfortable.
“My heart feels uncomfortable.”
Wan Cang furrowed his long brows slightly, took the initiative to grab Guo Qingchen’s left hand, quickly pressed it against his right chest, and then suddenly pulled him in hard!
“Bang”
Water splashed everywhere.
Guo Qingchen hadn’t expected to be ‘ambushed’ by his little disciple and was momentarily stunned.
He wiped the water off his face, his eyes filled with a hint of anger, “Zhu Hong!”
Wan Cang feigned ignorance of this anger.
He moved two steps against the current towards Guo Qingchen, his Adam’s apple bobbing and his eyes seemed to hold deep whirlpools, ready to swallow someone whole, “Is Master hurt too? This disciple is truly heartbroken…
Just now, Master didn’t let me come out, so the spring must have healing properties.”
“Would you like to bathe with me?”