DLOBML CHAPTER 10 (Righteous Disciple x Dangerous Master)

Chapter 10 — Infuriate the Demonic Master to Death (1) | The Heroine Keeps Trying to Flirt With Me

There is a saying: enemies are bound to meet.

The moment Ji Dan spotted a certain unhinged woman in the newbie reception area, his face went green.

Heaven wants me dead!

Xing Ge smiled and patted his shiny little head.

“Lord Egg, what a coincidence. We meet again.”

The delicate egg trembled. He wanted to scream, I do not want to meet you at all! But then he remembered how this woman had quietly wrecked those overpowered, too-cool-for-life male leads. Better to be prudent and keep his shell intact.

Ji Dan forced on a kindly expression and explained the rules.

Question by question, answer by answer. Peaceful enough.

Then, Xing Ge received her first official assignment.

As her figure dissolved into light, Ji Dan’s face curved into a satisfied, villainous smile. A dark aura seeped from his whole eggshell.

Gongs blared, drums thundered, and a beauty was carried in a bridal sedan into the Luo residence.

The Luo clan ruled Fengming Town. The reason was simple: the head of the family, Luo Geng, was a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Though already three hundred years old, he never lacked for women. Today was the day his eighteenth concubine entered the household.

The townsfolk envied Luo Geng, and Luo Geng was smug. This new concubine had the perfect “furnace” constitution. He had been stuck at Foundation Establishment for too long. If he did not form a core soon, his lifespan would run out. It seemed Heaven still favored him.

Thinking of that cold, stunning face, Luo Geng’s blood ran hot. He drank several more cups, staggered to the bridal chamber, and, on his very first step over the threshold, tripped on the sill and died.

His soul was replaced by Xing Ge.

She lurched upright, clutching her throbbing head. Once the memories finished downloading, she jolted fully awake.

Oh come on. This role is tragic.

This was a female-POV growth story. After dying miserably in a previous life due to weakness, the heroine was reborn hard-hearted and ruthless. Her first target was the man who had kidnapped her as a furnace, Luo Geng. In other words, her.

For her glorious reversal, Luo Geng was to die horribly and satisfy the crowd. The heroine’s treasure would drain his cultivation dry, then she would carve him up to vent her hatred. In the end, she would clean out his wealth, wrap up her bundles, head into the mountains to take a master, and begin a lifelong, tortured entanglement with her monstrous, genius teacher.

“…”

So as soon as she entered this door, she had to face the heroine’s storm of slicing and dicing?

Could someone please consider the feelings of cannon fodder?

So tired. She could not love this anymore.

Xing Ge hesitated for a moment, then straightened her robes, put on a show of gravitas, and stepped into the bridal room.

Passing a bronze mirror, she lifted a hand to fix her hair and nearly scared herself to death by the lecherous old face staring back.

A stooped body, a thick layer of orange-peel wrinkles, eyes like slits, and a smile like a wilted chrysanthemum. No, calling it a chrysanthemum was generous.

Xing Ge’s skull ached.

So much for charming the heroine with her peerless beauty and grace to earn some goodwill. This world was merciless and cold.

As she approached the veiled young girl, a faint chill swept over her, the omen of bloodshed. Xing Ge noticed the slightest tremble in the girl’s sleeve.

She casually lifted the red veil. A delicate lotus face appeared, lovely whether she smiled or frowned. Lowered lashes and pressed lips gave her an air of cool detachment.

She was only fourteen, not yet the legendary heart-stealer she would become. To Xing Ge, who had seen too many beauties, she was not shocking. “Take everything off and rest,” Xing Ge said simply, then leaned against the bed and closed her eyes to meditate.

The girl’s body shivered. She slowly removed her jewelry. When she finished, a sliver of killing intent flickered in her gaze as she looked at the man, then stalled.

This man was old enough to be her ancestor. The first time she had seen him was when he dragged her from the mountain behind her village. His clothes were fine, but he was a beast in human clothing. He lusted after her beauty and stole her as a furnace. She hated him to the bone. Now, seeing him again, he looked the same, but something in his bearing felt different, like those immortal-bearing Daoists from legends.

Ye Zhenzhen forced her thoughts back. No matter how he looked, she would take his life tonight.

She drew a long breath and swallowed the shame boiling up inside her. She stripped down until only the thinnest layer remained, then sat stiffly beside Xing Ge. Her pale, small hands moved awkwardly in a clumsy attempt at seduction.

Deep in meditation, Xing Ge nearly jumped out of her skin when a soft young body pressed against her. She quickly caught the girl’s wrist, stopping the spark before it could become a wildfire. Good grief! Those are Death’s fingers!

Ye Zhenzhen stared, startled, at the hand gripping her. The other hand covered the man’s brow and eyes in weary restraint. “Sleep. I won’t touch you,” Xing Ge said.

Ye Zhenzhen let out a cold laugh. Lies. He only wanted to lower her guard to seize his moment. A thousand thoughts spun through her mind, but her face did not show it. She obediently lay on the inner side of the bed, closed her eyes, and feigned sleep.

She remained alert until dawn, dark circles forming under her eyes. The man beside her had not moved an inch, still propped against the bedpost.

Knock, knock, knock. It was Madam Jin, the official wife, calling the master and the newlywed concubine to breakfast.

Xing Ge stretched, refreshed from a night of meditation, and opened the door. She ordered the food brought in.

Madam Jin peered inside with a smile. “I know Master dotes on the new sister, but a bride must still meet the elders. Let the other sisters see her, so they can look after her in the future. Don’t you agree?”

Xing Ge had no objections. If not here, then in the main hall. It was just a change of scenery.

Only, when she arrived in the hall, she and her “little friends” were stunned.

Luo Geng had one main wife and eighteen concubines. “Many sons, many grandsons” was an understatement. As soon as she stepped over the threshold, seventeen alluring beauties rose and bowed in unison. “Good morning, Master.”

Then came the children and grandchildren, bowing just as properly. “Father.” “Grandfather.”

Xing Ge: “…”

Why did it feel like she had walked into a family-ethics drama?

In line with Luo Geng’s usual style, Xing Ge gave a faint “Mm.” “Sit.” She led the freshly acquired concubine, Ye Zhenzhen, to the main seat. Invisible handkerchiefs were shredded in seventeen sets of delicate fingers.

Wearing the shell of an old man, Xing Ge missed all the undercurrents. She focused on the pastries. She had eaten many “ancient-recipe” sweets in the modern world, but they always lacked the original soul. Biting into the real thing now, she was so delighted she almost forgot that the girl beside her wanted her dead.

The seventeen concubines did not let things rest. A snake-waisted beauty fluttered her lashes. “Master, Younger Sister Ye truly is a little stunner. When she returns to her family on the third day, what gifts will you bring to honor her parents?”

The words struck Ye Zhenzhen like an arrow. She had been abducted as a concubine with no parents’ consent or matchmaker. What “third-day homecoming”? Her parents believed she had run off in disgrace and could not show their faces.

Xing Ge paused mid-sip and took in Ye Zhenzhen’s white face. Yes, she needed to send the girl home. In the original plot, after killing Luo Geng, Ye Zhenzhen hid at home from the ensuing pursuit and, by chance, discovered an elder’s sitting-place in the back mountain. She obtained a Sumeru Ring, a self-contained space, which became her invincible, world-shattering treasure.

Xing Ge coveted such a treasure too, but it was not her destined chance. To steal it would invite the backlash of the Dao.

She would not hound the heroine just because this body had been her victim. If Luo Geng had not been so greedy and impatient, he would not have met such a fate. All she needed was to let the heroine return home, find her treasure, and take a master on the mountain. Then the wildfire would not reach Xing Ge at all.

However, getting the heroine home and to a master was the tricky part. In the original story, she survived because she had drained Luo Geng’s cultivation and could protect herself. Now she was still a delicate girl with prime furnace constitution, like a child hugging gold on the street, a beacon for predators. As for taking a master, that was even more dangerous. She had barely survived, one step from death at each turn.

Xing Ge’s head began to ache. Clearly she could not shake off this hot potato yet. The good news was that while Luo Geng’s aptitude was poor, Xing Ge’s soul was not. After millennia of diligent cultivation, breathing cultivation was as natural as breathing air. In this xianxia world, she was a fish back in water. After one night of sorting her meridians, she could faintly feel the threshold of Core Formation.

She finally had the confidence to escort the heroine.

Setting down her chopsticks, Xing Ge wiped her mouth and addressed Madam Jin. “I will enter seclusion at Dan-Cloud Ravine. A few months at the shortest, a few years at the longest. Please manage the household in my absence. As for her…” Her gaze shifted to Ye Zhenzhen. “Settle her in my Bamboo of Clear Winds. I will pick a few cultivation methods for her to practice. Post guards and do not allow disturbances. When I leave seclusion, I will take her home to pay respects to her parents.”

Those words were no small matter. The master, stuck at a bottleneck for years, showed signs of breaking through. The Luo family might prosper for a few more centuries. The smaller clans under their wing would grow strong under the shelter of that great tree.

Madam Jin could not hide her joy. She agreed at once. Even her eyes toward the irksome Ye Zhenzhen softened. She ordered servants to look after the girl properly, and that was that.

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