Chapter 2 The Scheming Disciple and the Charming Master 2

Chapter 2: The Scheming Disciple and His Beautiful Master 2

Lin Huaiqing fumbled through his qiankun pouch and pulled out a hair ribbon made of luminous brocade, covering his eyes, which had been corrupted by demonic energy, and tied it behind his head.

His senior brother had spotted the problem with his eyes at a glance, which meant the corruption was probably pretty bad.

He didn't want to scare the kid.

In the side hall of Qingming Hall, Qin Du jerked awake from a nightmare.

He shot up in bed, soaked in cold sweat, only to realize he was in a totally unfamiliar place.

The room was big and bright, and the bed under him was soft and comfy, and even his clothes had been swapped for a clean set of Daoist robes.

Where was this place? Hadn't Mu Yunting run him through the chest, ripped out his demon core, and tossed him into the Abyss of Illusions?

Wait... had he been reborn?

In the mirror, he appeared to be at most eighteen or nineteen, the demonic marks on his neck hadn't faded yet. Compared to his peak, the demonic power inside him was pathetically weak.

He was the Demon Lord's bastard son, but the demon race didn't think much of him, just because he was a lowly half-breed, part human and part demon.

But after suffering through countless hardships and scheming his way to the top, when he finally became the new Demon Lord, all the immortal sects joined forces to hunt him down.

At the head of them was his most hated enemy in this life—Mu Yunting.

Before he could keep dwelling on the past, he heard footsteps approaching from outside the door—not exactly steady ones.

Someone was outside!

Qin Du was caught off guard for a second. If he wasn't wrong, someone had saved him, and that someone was a cultivator.

They'd even dressed him in cultivator robes.

Whether it was from losing too much blood or what, his demonic marks were already getting impossible to hide.

Times were tense, with the demon race and the cultivation world about to go to war. If anyone found out he was a demon, he'd probably get run through by a cultivator's sword right then and there.

Better to strike first than end up as some cultivator's sword practice.

Besides, from the sound of those footsteps, the guy was unsteady and clearly no real threat.

Qin Du carefully slipped out of bed and crept silently to the door.

He'd wait for the person outside to come in, catch them off guard, land a killing blow, and get the hell out.

Lin Huaiqing knocked on the door outside, got no answer, and pushed it open.

Qin Du seized the chance, his dagger flashing like lightning at Lin Huaiqing's face—but it stopped just half an inch from his neck.

This guy had a silk ribbon tied over his eyes, dark hair spilling down his sides, a face as pretty as a woman's, and under his moon-white Daoist robes, you could just barely make out a slender waist.

If he remembered right, he'd seen this guy before!

Only once, but it was burned into his memory!

In his past life, when he'd fought Mu Yunting, he'd already had the upper hand and was about to take Mu Yunting's life.

Then out of nowhere, this blind guy with insane sword skills showed up and saved the badly wounded Mu Yunting.

Even though he was blind, the guy was stunning—prettier than every demon and human woman he'd ever seen put together.

Later, when he asked around, he found out his mortal enemy actually had a blind master?!

And this blind man wasn't just anybody. Before he went blind, he'd been the top Sword Venerable in the cultivation world.

Mu Yunting treated his master with total respect and devotion, and their master-disciple bond was famous across the cultivation world as the gold standard.

In his past life, Mu Yunting had worshipped his blind master.

And the guy who'd saved him was this same blind man!

He'd originally planned to send this guy straight to the afterlife, but who knew fate would throw them together again? That changed things a lot.

"You awake?" Lin Huaiqing asked.

He'd heard footsteps earlier, so the kid should be awake by now.

Qin Du cautiously waved a hand in front of Lin Huaiqing's eyes and confirmed the guy really didn't react.

Since this guy was really blind, there was no point hiding anymore. This blind man couldn't see the demonic marks on him.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"This is Xuantian Sect. I pulled you out of the abyss. As repayment, I'll be your master from now on."

Qin Du: "???"

This didn't seem right, did it? Wasn't this guy Mu Yunting's master? Was he supposed to end up as Mu Yunting's junior disciple or what?

"Why would I? I don't even know you. And you're blind—what could you possibly teach me?"

Now even Lin Huaiqing was confused. Wasn't the male lead supposed to be polite and obedient from a young age, all well-behaved and sensible?

Why was he acting like some rebellious teenager?

Still, sticking with the motto "a kid you picked up yourself, you gotta raise even if it makes you cry," Lin Huaiqing patiently tried to talk Qin Du into becoming his disciple.

"There are perks to being my disciple," Lin Huaiqing coaxed.

"What perks?"

"You can eat whatever you want at Xuantian Sect for free, and play with whatever's fun. When the town has a market day, I can take you, and you can buy whatever you like."

Kids this age all loved food and fun. Playing to their interests was the way to go.

Qin Du shook his head, unable to believe it.

He had to admit, this blind man really went all out for his disciples.

The Righteous Sects were super strict about taking disciples. Even if you got picked, you had to start as an outer disciple.

You'd be stuck doing grunt work all day, plus you'd have to wait on your master hand and foot.

He never thought being this blind man's disciple would be so sweet. Not only did he not have to work, but he got free food and drinks.

Best of all, his master was blind, which meant he could do whatever he wanted and the guy would never know.

But the moment he thought about how Mu Yunting had enjoyed such a comfortable life for so long, he was grinding his teeth in fury!

Qin Du's eyes darted around, and he knew exactly what to say.

"If you want me to be your disciple, fine, but you have to promise me that I'll be your only disciple for the rest of your life."

Lin Huaiqing agreed without hesitation: "Sure..."

After all, he hadn't planned on taking another disciple anyway; one was enough.

Clearly, Qin Du hadn't expected Lin Huaiqing to agree so quickly. It looked like he'd gotten to this blind master before Mu Yunting could.

Now let's see how Mu Yunting tries to compete with me.

Snatching Mu Yunting's master felt damn good, especially when he realized that Mu Yunting's master was way too easy on the eyes.

So this was the cushy life Mu Yunting had enjoyed in his past life—no wonder he'd been such a cocky bastard!

Lingxiao Peak didn't get many visitors. The master and his disciple spent five years holed up on that mountain.

Five years flew by in the blink of an eye. Qin Du's body had long since fully recovered, and he now stood a head taller than Lin Huaiqing, and he'd picked up plenty of immortal arts along the way.

He had temporarily suppressed the demonic energy within him; barring any surprises, even a Nascent Soul stage cultivator would have a hard time seeing through him.

Lin Huaiqing had enjoyed the quiet these past few years. Although the young protagonist's personality didn't quite match what the system had said, his talent was indeed exceptional.

A few pointers here and there, and Qin Du would pick it up instantly.

In just five years, Qin Du was already on the brink of breaking through to the Golden Core stage.

At this rate, wiping out the demon clan and ruling the cultivation world was just a matter of time.

However, he'd been having a bit of trouble with his sleep lately.

It wasn't that he couldn't sleep—it was that he slept way too hard.

Lately, he'd hit the hay at the hour of Hai, fall asleep in less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, and sleep straight through until the hour of Si.

Every morning he woke up, his wrists were a little sore. He figured his arm must have gone numb from lying on it.

"Master, your calming tea is here."

Just as Lin Huaiqing was lost in thought, Qin Du approached with a steaming cup of calming tea.

It had to be said, now that his disciple had grown up, he had become much more obedient. He took care of his daily needs without complaint, bringing him tea and water.

He even personally ensured that Lin Huaiqing drank his calming tea every night, and the temperature was always just right.

"Can we skip it tonight? I've been sleeping well these past few days. I don't think I need the calming tea."

Qin Du grew anxious at once.

"How could that be? Master sleeps well because of the calming tea's effect. If you don't drink it, you might have trouble falling asleep tonight. Let me feed it to you, Master."

"Alright..."

Lin Huaiqing didn't put up much resistance. After drinking it, he felt drowsy and soon fell asleep.