Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

1. Transmigration I

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

It got harder and harder for him to breathe, and his heart beat more and more slowly. He looked at the pure white ceiling in the ward, smelling the familiar disinfectant.

“Am I going to die?”

“Awesome!”

Zhuo Hua felt relieved. For the past twenty-three years, he had been suffering from diseases since the day he had been born.

The worst thing in this world was not death, but being at the brink of death all the time.

In the past twenty-three years, Zhuo Hua had been at the brink of death, and he was sent into the intensive care unit almost every five days on average.

He did think of committing suicide. However, how could he bear to die just like this?

Zhuo Hua sneered, thinking to himself, ‘Who doesn’t want to live in this world? I am not ready. I don’t want to die, but no matter how unwilling I am still closing to it…’

A gust of wind blew up the white curtain. Lying in bed, the handsome pale young man finally closed his eyes.

‘Sorry, dad. Sorry, mom.’

His breath gradually stopped, and so did his heartbeat.

At one corner of this world, one more life had been taken away.

…

Hurt!

It hurt like hell!

Zhuo Hua only felt an indescribable pain in his whole body. He tried hard to open his eyes, but in vain.

Having struggled for a long time, the person lying in the bed finally opened his eyes. The familiar white ceiling that always in Zhuo Hua’s memory turned into a light valance.

Zhuo Hua rubbed his painful head and memories that did not belong to him were played repeatedly in his head; colorful and bizarre scenes appeared one after another. These memories were not the memories of him in the modern society.

The strange memories flooding into his head aggravate his headache.

Zhuo Hua held his head with hands for quite a while. Then it got better gradually.

“Ha ha…..”

The handsome young man, with pains written all over his face one moment ago, burst into laughter in the next second.

About these strange memories, he caught on to what was going on.

Zhuo Hua loved reading novels. After all, he had always been looking for something to kill time in the ward at that time.

Become the Demon, the first and only novel that Zhuo Hua had read.

When Zhuo Hua saw the title, he clicked into it with some reason that even he himself hadn’t known.

This novel was based on a rather unpopular theme. The main character Nan Chen was not a golden touch nor had a harem. He had lived a happy life with his parents, but they died young in an accident. After that, he became a disciple of Master Zhuo Hua. With his excellent gift, he stood out in cultivation practices. At the age of ten, he established the foundation. At the age of twenty, he formed the elixir.

He was supposed to be specially privileged, but his life was completely ruined by the person he trusted in the future.

And the culprit was none other than his master.

Nan Chen’s master, Master Zhu Hua looked like a man of noble and upright character on the surface, but he was actually a hypocrite.

He secretly trained a large number of cauldrons. And he needed these cauldrons to break through the shackles and further become an immortal.

Of course, Nan Chen was the most important cauldron for his pure Yang constitution was more useful than any other cauldrons.

After seeing through Zhuo Hua’s ruse, Nan Chen managed to escape from the sect. Zhuo Hua then fabricated a lie that Nan Chen had become a demon and organized some decent sects to uphold justice and righteousness even at the sacrifice of close relations, and finally struck Nan Chen down a cliff.

Since Nan Chen fell off the cliff, he lost all his cultivation. Just then, he picked up a book about demon cultivation by chance.

Since then, a Demon Lord came into being in the world.

However, Nan Chen eventually killed by Zhuo Hua with his sword. At the same time, he got to learn that his parents’ death was not an accident.

This is the end of this book.

This story resonated with Zhuo Hua. He was just like Nan Chen, who had tried to escape, resist and struggle…

But he failed to escape, resist or break free, and had to live in darkness and despair all his life.

When finishing this book, he thought, ‘how could the master be so hypocritical?’

He still remembered that because he had the same name as Nan Chen’s master, he always brought himself into the plot.

Every time he read the thrilling and sentimental plots, Zhuohua would then imagine that if he were the master of Nan Chen, he would definitely treat him nicely.

After reading the whole book, he was sent to the ICU owing to his serious emotional fluctuation. From then on, his parents banned him from reading novels.

But whenever he was free, this unforgettable novel would pop up in his mind.

Now, he had become one of the characters in this book, the one he was willing to become, and had occupied the body of the person who caused the suffering of Nan Chen.

In this life, he got a healthy body and Nan Chen was still fine.

Perhaps, this was God’s will to let him take care of Nan Chen. The body of the root of all evil had already been occupied by him. In this life, everything would be fine.

Zhuo Hua closed his eyes, slowly adapting to this body and getting familiar with its cultivation methods. Under the guidance of the memories of the original owner of this body, Zhuo Hua carried the method and started to cultivate with Qi circulation.

A sharp pain struck him in his Sense Ocean.

Zhuo Hua had to stop cultivating and check it out, only to find that the Sense Ocean had been badly hurt.

There were few people in this world who could hurt Master Zhuo Hua. In this case, the wound should be caused by the reason that he met Qi Deviation when he had been cultivating.

‘Only in this way could I have a chance to take his body.’

Zhuo Hua couldn’t help curving up the corner of his mouth.

Just like the saying went, what people did would always be witnessed by the Heaven. The wrongdoers must be paid off in the end.