Master: This Villainous Disciple Is Not The Holy Child

“What… what are you doing, you rebellious disciple?!”

Fairy Meng Die’s beautiful eyes widened with shock and disbelief, a flicker of fear disrupting her usual icy composure.

Panic surged through her.

How could he… how dare he?!

Wasn’t he afraid of her wrath, of the consequences of his actions?

Chu Xiu stood beside the white jade lotus throne, his hand reaching out to lift her delicate chin, his gaze filled with a detached amusement.

“It’s astonishing that someone who’s lived for thousands of years could have such flawless skin…” he murmured, his tone a mixture of admiration and mockery.

Qi Meng Die’s face flushed with shame and anger.

“I swear… I will kill you! I will make you pay for this!” she hissed, her voice trembling with rage, her teeth clenched.

“Oh, really?” Chu Xiu chuckled, his tone condescending. “Is that all you can say, Master? Those same empty threats?”

He lifted a strand of her hair, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance, a sly smile playing on his lips.

“Tell me, Master… what do you think would happen… if Peak Master Liu Xue of Heavenly Sword Peak… discovered that your cultivation had been sealed?”

“Do you think she would charge up here to Yúnxiá Peak and flay you alive? Remember… you killed her father. A debt of blood… must be repaid in blood, wouldn’t you agree?”

Qi Meng Die’s pupils constricted, a chill running down her spine.

She knew he was right. Liu Xue was a lunatic, consumed by vengeance. If she discovered that Qi Meng Die was powerless…

“What… what do you want?” she asked, her voice losing its usual icy edge, replaced by a hint of desperation. “Heavenly treasures? Cultivation resources? I can give you anything you desire.”

“That’s not enough,” Chu Xiu said, shaking his head, his fingers gently stroking her silky hair.

Qi Meng Die tried to struggle, but her efforts were futile. She was a mere mortal now, helpless in his grasp.

“Just tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything,” she pleaded.

“What I desire…” Chu Xiu chuckled, his voice a low, menacing growl.

“No… that’s impossible! Absolutely not! Don’t even think about it!”

Qi Meng Die’s face flushed with rage and humiliation as she realized the depths of his depravity, his audacity.

“I am a Great Saint! How dare you… how dare you treat me… like some common… insect?!”

Chu Xiu’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.

‘You participated in the hunt to kill me, even though I had never harmed your precious Tai Su Holy Land. And now… you’re afraid? ’

“Please… Master…” he whispered,

“I have an ancient cultivation technique… a technique that would be… beneficial to both of us. Take a look…”

He gently touched her forehead with his index finger, sending a pulse of energy into her mind.

Qi Meng Die’s eyes widened, her heart pounded with a mixture of fear and… curiosity.

This technique… it was unlike anything she had ever encountered. Its power was subtle, yet profound, resonating with the very essence of the Dao.

“So, Master, what do you think?” Chu Xiu asked with a smile.

“Get out!” Qi Meng Die shouted, her voice shaking.

The candles flickered as a sudden gust of wind howled through the room.

…

Hours later…

Chu Xiu turned to look at Qi Meng Die, his Master, who sat huddled on the floor beneath the lotus throne, her arms wrapped around her knees, her eyes cold and distant.

“Farewell, Master.”

“You… you rebellious disciple!”

Chu Xiu’s smile widened, and he turned to leave.

“Wait… you… can you… undo my seal?” Qi Meng Die’s tone no longer held its previous arrogance, instead sounding pitiful.

“No.”

“Rebellious disciple, do you want your master to die?!”

“Hehe… if you don’t want anyone to know about your… condition… Master… I suggest you keep it a secret.”

“What’s… what’s that in your hand?” Qi Meng Die asked, her teeth gritted, her eyes fixed on the crystal ball Chu Xiu was casually tossing in the air.

“Oh, this?” Chu Xiu grinned. “Just a recording crystal.”

“What?! You… you recorded everything?!” Qi Meng Die’s face turned pale, her beautiful features contorted with a mixture of fear and rage.

“Relax, Master. It’s just a souvenir!”

Chu Xiu waved his hand dismissively as he walked away.

“A word of advice, Master… don’t even think about breaking the seal. No one in the entire Tianqiong Continent can undo it. Unless… a Great Emperor from ancient times were to be reborn.”

“But alas… there are no more Great Emperors in this world.”

“And as a token of our… friendship… Master, let me remind you… only I can undo the seal. If I die… well… you’ll remain a mortal… until your natural death. Feel free to test it, if you don’t believe me.”

“And… just in case something… unfortunate… happens to me… well… the recording in this crystal… it will be shared… with the entire Tai Su Holy Land… perhaps even the entire Tianqiong Continent. You understand, right? Hehehe…”

“You treacherous disciple! You’ll die a horrible death!”

“You’re despicable!”

Qi Meng Die glared at his retreating figure, her heart filled with a burning rage.

…

She rose to her feet, her body trembling with fury. She needed a bath. She had to find a way to break this seal, to tear this rebellious disciple limb from limb!

‘He’s just a weakling, not even at the Dao Palace realm! How could his seal be so powerful? There has to be a way to break it!’

But as she immersed herself in the bath, a look of despair slowly crept onto her face.

She realized, with a sinking heart, that this seal… it was beyond her comprehension. Even with her thousands of years of experience, her vast knowledge of seals and formations… she couldn’t even begin to understand how it worked.

…

> [Ding! Congratulations, host, for achieving the title of “Treacherous Disciple”! What a truly villainous feat! Reward: 1000 Breakthrough Points.]

> [Ding! Host’s injuries have been fully healed through… special means… ]

> [Ding! Host’s aptitude has been enhanced through… special means… ]

> [Ding! Aptitude +100.]

> [Ding! Aptitude +100.]

> [Ding! Aptitude +100.]

> [Host’s aptitude has reached 317 (Heaven Grade). Cultivation speed increased by twenty times.]

> [Cultivation Realm increased: Foundation Establishment Second Level, Foundation Establishment Third Level… Foundation Establishment Eighth Level… Foundation Establishment Ninth Level.]

As he descended the mountain, a series of system notifications echoed in Chu Xiu’s mind, each one marking his progress, his growing power.

But his expression remained unchanged.

He felt no joy, no excitement.

He had known about Qi Meng Die’s Heavenly Fragrance Physique and its power to enhance his aptitude. It was one of the reasons he had chosen this body.

His current cultivation realm was irrelevant. He would be starting from scratch anyway. These minor advancements meant nothing to him.

The Foundation Establishment realm was crucial for cultivators.

If the Sea of Bitterness realm represented the bucket used to hold water, then the Foundation Establishment realm was the process of gathering the wood to build that bucket.

The more wood you gathered, the larger and stronger the bucket would be, allowing it to hold more water, purer water, creating a solid foundation for future cultivation.

In his previous life, while Chu Xiu had been considered invincible within his realm, he couldn’t match the protagonist’s ability to defeat opponents of higher realms. He could, at best, fight a Great Saint to a standstill, but a prolonged battle would eventually lead to his defeat.

Why?

Why, despite his strength, couldn’t he fight above his realm like those protagonists?

He had pondered this question countless times, and eventually, he had reached a conclusion.

After transmigrating to this world, he had been bullied, abused, and humiliated. He had embraced the darkness, becoming a villain, rapidly increasing his cultivation, skipping the crucial foundational realms of Foundation Establishment, Sea of Bitterness, Divine Bridge, and Other Shore… and it had weakened his foundation.

When he was cornered at Soul Returning Cliff… it wasn’t just because he was tired of being hunted. He wanted to die, to be reborn, to start over, to rebuild his foundation from scratch.

This time… he would create an unyielding foundation, one that would allow him to crush any opponent, regardless of their realm.

He didn’t return to his cave dwelling.

Instead, he boarded a flying boat he had rented from the sect and headed towards the outer gates of the Tai Su Holy Land.

After half a day’s journey, he reached the gates, registering his departure with the disciples guarding the entrance.

He left the Tai Su Holy Land, venturing into the vast wilderness of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

Night fell, the full moon illuminating the sky.

He reached a familiar valley, his memories guiding him.

Standing on the deck of the flying boat, his robes billowing in the wind, his black hair dancing around his shoulders, Chu Xiu’s dark eyes scanned the valley below.

‘I left some resources here… resources for rebuilding my foundation. I wonder… are they still here?’

He lowered the flying boat, navigating through the jagged rocks until he found a seemingly ordinary grey boulder, half a meter tall.

He bit his finger, drawing blood, and used it to sketch a pentagram on the surface of the boulder.

Hum…

The pentagram glowed with a crimson light.

Crack… Crack… Crack…

The boulder shifted, revealing a dark opening beneath it.

Without hesitation, Chu Xiu jumped into the opening.

…

Half an hour later…

Chu Xiu emerged from the opening, his clothes dusty, his face covered in grime. But a smile played on his lips.

He had retrieved the items he had hidden here all those years ago. There was no need to linger.

He boarded the flying boat and set course for the Tai Su Holy Land.

…

The sun had risen by the time he returned.

“Chu, you useless trash!”

Just as he was about to head back to Yúnxiá Peak, a larger, fiery-red flying boat intercepted him.

Chu Xiu’s brow furrowed as he looked up.

Standing on the deck of the other boat were two men and a woman.

The man in the lead, dressed in the purple robes of a core disciple, a long sword strapped to his back, a jagged scar marring his left eye, sneered at Chu Xiu.

“I thought you were dead, you useless trash. To think that after just ten days, you’d be up and about again. It seems Peak Master Yúnxiá is quite fond of her eldest disciple… to think she’d waste a precious heavenly treasure on a cripple like you.”

A flicker of crimson light flashed in Chu Xiu’s dark eyes.

He steered his flying boat, changing course to avoid a direct confrontation. As he passed them, he spoke, his voice calm, his words laced with a chilling intent.

“Ten days from now… on the Dueling Platform… I will kill you.”

It was this man who had humiliated and crippled his new body ten days ago.

And Chu Xiu intended to make him pay.

Zhang Meng and his two companions stared at each other, their eyes wide with disbelief.

And then… they burst into laughter, tears streaming down their faces.

“Did… did I hear that right, Senior Brother?”

“That… that useless trash… he challenged you to a duel? And he said… he’s going to kill you?”

Zhang Meng’s laughter died down, replaced by cold fury. He glared at Chu Xiu’s retreating figure, his voice booming across the distance, amplified by his Sea of Bitterness cultivation. “Chu Xiu! Ten days ago, I spared your life because of Peak Master Yúnxiá. But since you’re so eager to die… I’ll grant your wish. Ten days from now… if you dare to show your face on the Dueling Platform… I will crush you. And if you don’t… I will hunt you down… and kill you… even if it means leaving the Holy Land.”

The disciples from the various peaks, hearing Zhang Meng’s words, erupted in a cacophony of whispers.

“That Chu Xiu… he actually challenged Zhang Meng to a duel? Is he suicidal?”

“He must have lost his mind!”

“I heard his Sea of Bitterness was crippled ten days ago. How can he possibly fight Zhang Meng, who’s already at the Late Sea of Bitterness realm?”

“Who cares? It’ll be a good show either way!”

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[TL Notes for those interested]

– Xie Kuangren (谢狂人): “Kuangren” literally means “madman.” lol
– Tian Xing Peak (天刑峰): “Tian Xing” means “Heavenly Punishment.”
– Yúnxiá Peak (云霞峰): “Yúnxiá” means “clouds and mist.”
– Outer Disciples (外门弟子): The lowest rank in a sect.
– Inner Disciples (内门弟子): Higher rank with more potential.
– Direct Disciples (亲传弟子): Personally trained by a master.
– Elders (长老): Senior members with authority.
– Core Disciples (真传弟子): Elite disciples with best resources.
– Peak Masters (峰主): Leaders of spirit peaks.
– Holy Son (圣子): Potential male successor to the sect leader.
– Holy Maiden (圣女): Potential female successor to the sect leader.
– Holy Master (圣主): Leader of a Holy Land.
– Grand Elder (太上长老): Retired but influential Holy Masters.
– Heavenly Fragrance Physique (天香之体): Enhances beauty, natural allure, and amplifies effects of dual cultivation.
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