My Master is Actually My Late Wife
“Half a month ago, centered around Winterleaf Mountain, dozens of surrounding towns experienced sudden deaths of infants.”
Ji Qiuming’s expression was grave as he raised his hand, sending out a spiritual breath to lift the kneeling Wan Cang and Hua Changzhou.
“I initially thought it was the work of evil spirits so I sent people down the mountain to investigate.
Unexpectedly, not only did the dispatched disciples go missing but even the leading elder vanished without a trace…”
Until just an incense stick ago.
The soul lamps of the disciples who went down the mountain were extinguished and a letter reached Ji Qiuming’s hand
He unfolded the letter and found the paper tattered and stained with blood with only a twisted character for ‘demon’ barely legible, even the last stroke was cut off.
It was clear that the messenger had given their all to deliver the message, yet still met a tragic end.
Ji Qiuming clenched the paper tightly, his knuckles turning white under his sleeves, remaining silent.
Only now did he realize, it wasn’t some mischievous spirits causing trouble but the demon clan, which had been silent for ten years, had emerged!
No. Perhaps the demon clan had been active in the shadows for a while but the sect had been living comfortably for so long that no one noticed.
“Senior brother, you stay and guard the sect”
Guo Qingchen said coldly, his brows slightly furrowed, “Crane Cloud Boat.”
“I’ll need you to make a trip to the center of that demonic aura, junior brother.”
“Just doing my duty.”
As Ji Qiuming disappeared from sight, a flying boat came from the horizon, slowly descending.
It was crafted entirely from white jade, shrouded in mist, with intricate patterns, carved cranes and painted lotuses.
After Guo Qingchen gave the command, it hovered in the outer courtyard of the Reverence Ancestral Hall.
Wan Cang turned his head against the strong wind, squinting his eyes. After a moment, he focused and realized this thing was no different from when he had ridden it before.
Just as the thought ‘these useless subordinates finally know how to do their job’ crossed his mind, it quickly shifted to another.
Damn.
It’s good to have money.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect casually build a hall and it’s so grand that it can accommodate a flying boat.
Not only that but the younger generation keeps it in their thoughts day and night. Just a word from Guo Qingchen can make the Venerable come here to pay respects.
Unlike them, the Demon Clan.
When a demon is killed, it can return to the void of demonic energy.
If he were to die, even if he could leave behind a handful of ashes, he wouldn’t know which stinking ditch to scatter them in.
After all, Wan Cang is the Demon Lord.
Every Demon Lord in history has been a hideous portrait used to prop up table legs, a name that can stop children from crying at night and a character cursed by millions during idle chatter.
This is not an injustice.
Almost every member of the Demon Clan is a vicious and evil person and as the leader of these great villains, Wan Cang is infamous.
As the instigator of the war between immortals and demons, he directly caused the deaths of countless cultivators and indirectly led to thousands of families being destroyed and displaced.
If he were to truly die this time in Zhu Hong’s body…
Wan Cang considered this possibility and instead of feeling sad, he felt relieved.
If he was lucky, maybe he could float to Guo Qingchen’s window, make a heart shape and entertain him a bit.
That way, he wouldn’t have any regrets.
No. Wan Cang reconsidered and the faint smile faded.
Even though he and Little White, oh no, Guo Qingchen, have the title of ‘Dao Companions’
they haven’t dual cultivated yet.
Dying would be such a loss.
Wait, does Guo Qingchen even remember him?
From the many details of their past life together, it was clear that this person had forgotten a lot…
Wan Cang was lost in thought, just as he was about to touch on the most crucial issue, Guo Qingchen swept him onto the Crane Cloud Boat with a flick of his sleeve, leaving him puzzled.
“Master, what does this mean?”
After several years, he was finally able to call someone ‘Master’ again, even if it was with someone else’s face.
It was somewhat satisfactory.
Better than having no name or status!
Wan Cang was secretly pleased but Guo Qingchen’s cold words struck him to the core, “You’re coming too.”
Guo Qingchen pondered for a moment, then added a faint “beloved disciple”
—Beloved disciple?!
Hua Changzhou had boarded the Crane Cloud Boat first.
As the immortal boat started, he stiffly turned his head, moving his gaze away from Guo Qingchen who stood calmly against the wind, wishing he could block his ears.
To say such heart-stirring words with that face.
Truly worthy of being a Master!
Since joining, he had never heard Qingchen call him that.
Why could a pretty boy who hadn’t even completed the apprenticeship ceremony be called ‘beloved disciple’?
Hua Changzhou took a deep breath, realizing he was genuinely jealous of ‘Zhu Hong’
Meanwhile, the main subject, Wan Cang, felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
He was just internally complaining, ‘Dead people are none of my business, I’ve been dead for ten years’
But when he heard Guo Qingchen addressed him like that, he immediately lowered his eyes and obediently responded with a “yes” though goosebumps rose all over his body.
Master, are you the one who’s been possessed?!
Guo Qingchen was fully focused on maneuvering the Crane Cloud Boat, not paying attention to how his words had severely impacted Hua Changzhou and Wan Cang.
His figure was tall and upright, his wide sleeves flapping in the wind, silver-white hair flowing, his expression indifferent, like a cold spring atop a high mountain.
Spiritual power pressure spread out, forming a protective shield, safeguarding the two disciples behind him.
This was the most powerful and noble person in the Immortal Sect, Immortal Lord Guo Qingchen.
Just his presence alone could bring immense reassurance.
Wan Cang secretly clicked his tongue, his mind filled with ‘My beloved is truly beautiful’ and unconsciously took two steps forward.
The immortal boat hit an air current and jolted violently, causing him to stumble and step on Guo Qingchen’s snow-white boot, leaving half a black shoe print.
Well.
Just said it was spotless, now it’s really dirty.
Wan Cang touched his nose, thinking to himself, ‘Purely accidental’
Guo Qingchen slightly moved his toe, not uttering any blame.
Seeing that their destination was below, he raised his hand to make the immortal boat dive.
The immortal boat was extremely fast.
Even with Guo Qingchen’s spiritual power protection shielding them from the wind, after ‘Zhu Hong’ jumped off a cliff and was assassinated, his knees were still painfully sore and this frail body couldn’t withstand the turmoil.
Especially with such a sudden change of course.
The Crane Cloud Boat jolted several times and due to inertia, Wan Cang “thumped” down on his knees at Guo Qingchen’s feet, his cheek harshly pressed against Guo Qingchen’s other boot.
Their lips barely touched before parting, like a kiss both precious and reverent.
Wan Cang, “……”
Guo Qingchen’s body stiffened slightly but since he had to control the Immortal Boat, he couldn’t afford to be distracted, so he pretended not to notice.
The He Yun Boat trembled and Wan Cang rolled across the deck.
In a moment of desperation, he wrapped his hands tightly around the nearest solid and reliable thing—Guo Qingchen’s calf—and closed his eyes in despair.
Damn it, what kind of situation is this?
I might as well jump off the flying boat and end all my troubles in one leap!
Hua Changzhou turned his head to see this scene, clenched his fingers tightly, rolled his eyes and took a deep, hurried breath.
“Boom!”
The He Yun Boat landed smoothly.
When Wan Cang opened his eyes, he still couldn’t bring himself to let go, feeling the tension in Guo Qingchen’s calf muscles.
He spoke apologetically, “It’s all because this disciple is too weak, without any spiritual power to rely on, making a fool of myself in front of Master.”
“This disciple deserves punishment!”
Hua Changzhou felt his teeth itch with irritation and rolled his eyes again.
Guo Qingchen took a long stride, stepping out from between Wan Cang’s arms, which could hardly be called an embrace.
With a flick of his sleeve, his shoes remained as pristine as ever.
He looked back calmly, “Keep up.”
To be so magnanimous, not holding him accountable for his mistakes, truly worthy of being the one I admire!
Wan Cang got up, raising an eyebrow slightly, just about to follow Guo Qingchen’s steps when something cold and hard pressed against his back
That was Hua Changzhou’s iron fan.
Hua Changzhou glanced at Qingchen then nudged Wan Cang’s back, leaned slightly and whispered in Wan Cang’s ear with a deep tone, “The matter of borrowing the sword hasn’t been mentioned to the master yet but I can’t let it go.”
“Who knows if inside that skin of yours, you’re human or ghost… wouldn’t you agree, Junior Brother Zhu Hong?”
Idiot, I’m a demon!
Wan Cang sneered inwardly.
This guy was indeed suspicious and wouldn’t let it go.
Fortunately, Hua Changzhou, being a member of the immortal sect, always adhered to the rules.
If it were him, he wouldn’t be so gentle with verbal threats.
If he suspected someone, he would definitely resort to severe torture, piercing through the opponent’s collarbone or breaking their limbs would be considered mild.
There was also tongue pulling, tendon extraction, the prison of the Gu pool…
All these tortures he had personally experienced would make any traitor wish for death over life.
If Hua Changzhou didn’t suspect him, he would secretly curse him as a ‘useless fool’
“Senior Brother, you’re hurting me.”
Wan Cang suddenly let a few crystalline tears fall, lowering his eyes and pouting, “I could borrow the sword because Lord Luo… well, now it’s the Grandmaster, gave me a spirit jade token.”
“Senior Brother, perhaps you have so many important things on your mind that you forgot about this little matter?”
Hua Changzhou was stunned by his words as if it were indeed true.
Everyone knew that Zhu Hong, the nominal disciple of Star Seizing Peak, was a useless person without spiritual power and Gan Shouyin wasn’t the first to take him in.
The first person to take Zhu Hong in was the previous Immortal Lord, Qingchen’s master, Luo Zangke.
Spirit Power Jade Tokens are rare in the world because the conditions for carving them are stringent, making the finished product difficult to achieve and they can only store about one-tenth of the spirit power.
However, for someone like Zhu Hong who has no spirit power, they are extremely useful.
Luo Zangke, being easygoing and generous, didn’t mind the trouble and would toss one to the young Zhu Hong to play with every day after finishing the carving.
At that time, Wan Cang borrowed the sword with such speed that it matched the spirit power fluctuations of Luo Zangke’s longevity level.
Hua Changzhou twirled the iron fan in his hand, transforming it into specks of starlight that disappeared, “I’ll trust you this time.”
But not completely.
“Then thank you, senior brother.”
Wan Cang wiped away his tears, rubbed his back and showed a genuine smile.
Thank you, my ass.
Both harbored their own thoughts, their steps hurried as they caught up with Guo Qingchen who never looked back.
The setting sun gradually sank and a cold wind blew, brushing past the two withered trees at the village entrance.
The yellowed dead leaves drifted down like butterflies with broken wings.
Wan Cang scanned ahead and noticed that there were only seven or eight low houses on either side of the road, unusually quiet as if no one lived there.
“Buzz.”
The Glacier Sword was restless, pointing directly at the village.
Guo Qingchen, “Stay close to me.”
Wan Cang nodded in agreement and decisively grabbed the right sleeve of Guo Qingchen’s robe.
Guo Qingchen paused for a moment but didn’t stop this cowardly behavior.
He pointed upwards lightly and the Glacier Sword obediently fell into his left hand.
Everyone knew that Immortal Lord Guo Qingchen’s mastery of the Glacier Sword Technique was unparalleled, but no one knew that he could wield a sword with both hands.
In fact, his left hand was even more formidable.
Wan Cang had accidentally discovered this secret before and now he could only pretend not to know, blinking in admiration, “Master, you’re amazing! You can use a sword with your left hand too. I want to be like you in the future!”
Hua Changzhou: “……”
Damn pretty boy, why don’t you use the spirit jade token from Master Luo?
Such a faker!
Before the blue light in Guo Qingchen’s left hand could fully bloom, a mass of pitch-black demonic energy came howling in, aiming straight for the forehead of the person beside him.
The aura was so familiar that Wan Cang forgot he was the powerless ‘Zhu Hong’ and watched helplessly as the demonic energy drilled into his body, suddenly coughing up a mouthful of blood.
Damn, how could it be my own demonic energy?