GB Chapter 27
by VolareHe was originally used to this state, where he would meditate and cultivate when there was nothing to do. Therefore, even though his comprehension was not exceptionally outstanding, he became one of the top cultivators in the martial world. However, perhaps it was because he had been with Zhuge Qingtian these past few days, he actually felt a rare sense of loneliness. New ghosts arrived at the shore from time to time. Glancing at those bizarre ghosts, Qian Ren thought that if Zhuge Qingtian were here, he would probably marvel for a long time. After simulating the boy’s reactions in his mind, he was surprised to realize that he had already become accustomed to predicting the other’s behavior.
When he comes back, if he still insists, then I will take this disciple… It’s not because I want someone to accompany me, but just to cultivate a strong junior for the Demonic Cult. As the Great Protector of the Demonic Cult, doing this is only natural.
After staring at the sea for a long time, he finally found a valid reason for his thoughts. Qian Ren looked at the indifferent man in the water, who was no different from a zombie, and suddenly remembered that he was not like this on the day he first stepped into the martial world.
At that time, he wanted to make a name for himself, his sword cry echoing across the lands. He had wanted to live freely with a couple of friends and a pot of good wine, and he hadn’t given up on removing the demonic energy within his body, thinking that one day he would be able to find a soulmate to spend his life with, just like everyone else.
Now that he thought about it, it was just the wish of a youth who didn’t know the ways of the world. From the moment he was born, he was destined to be incompatible with the world. The only thing he could do was adapt to this kind of life. Perhaps it was because of this that he felt some empathy when looking at Zhuge Qingtian, a ghost who was still striving against fate.
His luck was actually very good. He grew up under the protection of He Huan since childhood. No matter how much others feared him, at least he had a master to rely on. One shouldn’t be too greedy. The more one wanted, the more pain one felt. Only by being desireless could one live peacefully.
He sighed silently. The familiar aura of the boy entered his perception range. When he turned back, the black-clothed man had already returned to his usual expressionless look, only raising his eyes and saying, “Why do others look enlightened after leaving the Wanguishu Academy, but you look so dazed?”
Qian Ren didn’t know what the God of Lamentation had said to Zhuge Qingtian. Seeing his expression, he thought he was hit hard by the matters of the Ghost God. He was just thinking about how to soften his tone to avoid further stimulating the boy when he saw Zhuge Qingtian tremblingly handing over a book, his words full of disbelief. “So, this is what demonic cultivation techniques are like?”
The moment he saw the familiar cover, Qian Ren had a bad feeling. When he flipped it open, it was indeed pictures of demons fighting, and the positions were quite advanced. Ordinary erotic art was no match for it. Even he felt a tremor in his heart the moment he saw it. Looking at the authorship, the names of He Huan, the number one person in the demonic path, and You Jiang, the leader of the Demonic Cult, were indeed listed.
Alright, he took back his previous sentimental thoughts. It would be better if this scourge of the world master ascended as soon as possible. It was because these two top figures were of this kind that the demonic path had declined to this point. Couldn’t they put their energy into compiling cultivation classics?
With Zhuge Qingtian’s curiosity, how could he not read a book like this? This content that could even shock Qian Ren for a moment was naturally like a thunderbolt to him. In terms of stimulation, it was truly rare in the world. Looking at the boy’s expression, who still hadn’t recovered, Qian Ren expressionlessly tore apart the improper reading material and said, “Forget about it.”
Stunned by his calm expression, Zhuge Qingtian finally recovered his senses. Remembering what the God of Lamentation had said, he realized that he had broken his grand-master’s book before he even started practicing. What should he do? Would he be expelled from his sect? This master-disciple relationship was too short!
Sighing in his heart, his expression also became tense. “The God of Lamentation said that this was something from your master. I didn’t mean not to tell you. You can punish me, just don’t expel me from the sect.”
To actually give this kind of thing to the most respected teacher in the Ghost Domain, what did that person ask when he came to Wanguishu Academy? He seemed to understand why the God of Joy erected that stone tablet saying, “He Huan and dogs are not allowed inside” …
Just imagining the scene, Qian Ren felt a chill run through his heart. Although he didn’t know how the God of Lamentation recognized his identity, it didn’t prevent him from having sincere respect for this Ghost God. That person had not yet tried to kill him, He Huan’s disciple, so the God of Lamentation was indeed a person of high moral character.
Even if he viewed He Huan as his own father, Qian Ren didn’t feel that there was anything wrong with destroying his master’s indecent books. At this time, he just threw the paper into the sea to completely destroy the evidence, his face full of cold indifference. “As a demonic cultivator, occasionally deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors is not a big deal.”
Startled again by the bizarre master-disciple relationship between the demonic cultivators, Zhuge Qingtian suddenly discovered that the moral bottom line of demonic cultivators was vastly different from ordinary people. This made him worried, “Then, do demonic cultivators have a habit of going back on their word?”
In response, Qian Ren glanced at him and simply said, “It depends on my mood.”
In other words, if he was in a bad mood, anything he said could be treated as if he never said it? Was it okay for you demonic cultivators to be so willful?
Finally experiencing the speechless feeling of the Tian Dao Alliance when facing the Demonic Cult, Zhuge Qingtian finally chose to volunteer himself, “Then, do you still want a disciple? I’m very good and obedient. Even if I only learn the contents of that book, I can do it.”
Which good disciple would want to learn that kind of thing with their master?
The corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly. Qian Ren seemed to already see the future of this disciple quickly falling under the influence of a certain grand master. Fortunately, he didn’t intend to break his promise either. He just took out a jade pendant as a token of acceptance and gave it to him, “Here.”
This jade was pure white, but the pattern was not the usual dragon and tiger that male cultivators wear. It was a vivid jade rabbit embracing the moon. It really didn’t match Qian Ren’s style very much. Zhuge Qingtian accepted it and examined it, unable to stop himself from making a bold guess, “What is this? A family heirloom? A sect inheritance? Could it be a love token?”
His imagination had always been excellent. To prevent him from overinterpreting it, Qian Ren decisively said, “This is something I bought with my own money for the first time after receiving mission rewards when I was a youth. It’s just an ordinary item from the mortal market. If you don’t like it, throw it away.”
Qian Ren’s storage ring never held useless items, and these past years, he was too lazy to even carry gold and silver. It was only just now, when he slightly recalled the past, that he remembered this item was still with him. He felt it would be more suitable as a meeting gift than a hidden weapon or medicine, so he gave it to this new disciple.
This was an item that had been kept by Qian Ren for fifty years, accompanying him through endless bloody battles in the martial world. Even when he traveled unexpectedly, he didn’t forget to bring it. Although he said it lightly, how could Zhuge Qingtian not know its value? He decisively put it in his embrace, tightly wrapped it in demonic energy, and very solemnly said, “I will always carry it with me. As long as the jade is there, I am there. If the jade dies, I die!”
His serious tone made Qian Ren silent. When he was young, he liked docile and cute creatures, but because he was born with demonic energy, he couldn’t touch them no matter how much he liked them. When he returned from a mission, he couldn’t help but buy this item. The current Qian Ren no longer liked anything. This jade was naturally not important anymore, and it was just left in his ring as a memento. Seeing him like this, he lightly advised, “You can buy a new one if it’s gone. There’s no need to put so much effort into a dead object.”
Jade could be bought new, but the time it spent with you could not be replaced by any god.
Thinking in disagreement, Zhuge Qingtian still carefully put the jade away, but still asked somewhat unbelievably, “Then, I am your disciple, just like that?”
“What, you still want to go through some trials?”
Qian Ren had always been straightforward in his actions. If he wanted to accept a disciple, he would simply do it, without needing anyone’s agreement. Seeing his dazed expression, he knew the boy was uneasy, so he added, “I accepted you as a disciple just because I find you pleasing to the eye. I don’t expect you to carry on my legacy, nor do I have the spare time to hold ceremonies like the righteous path and notify relatives and friends. In the future, I won’t protect you at every turn, and you don’t need to respect or love me. If you don’t want to stay one day, you can betray the sect at any time.”
For the Demonic Path, all relationships are unstable. Changing cultivation partners every seven days is the norm, and it is not uncommon for disciples to kill their master to seize power after they become powerful. Therefore, when demonic cultivators take in disciples, they leave control measures within them. It was rare to see someone like Qian Ren who allowed such freedom.
Zhuge Qingtian was still unaware of the extent of this trust. He was only replaying the words “I find you pleasing to the eye” in his heart. All his unease instantly dissipated. He tentatively called out, “Master?”
Hearing his voice, Qian Ren, who was originally walking forward, turned back and raised an eyebrow, only responding in confusion, “Hmm?”
The man had responded to him! Qian Ren, who had ignored him no matter how many times he had called him ‘wife’, would finally turn his head when he called him!
Reconfirming this groundbreaking progress, Zhuge Qingtian was instantly overjoyed and called out happily, “Master!”
Qian Ren didn’t understand what this person meant by calling him repeatedly without saying anything else. After slightly speculating based on Zhuge Qingtian’s thought patterns, he could only come to one conclusion, “Did your head not fly out a few days ago, and now you’re itching again?”
He didn’t expect that after his position was confirmed, there was still the danger of being kicked away. Zhuge Qingtian thought for a moment, and decided to cater to his master’s love for kicking balls to prove that he really was a good disciple of the world, so he said seriously, “Master, you say, how do you want to kick? I will just take my head off.”
Alright, although his head has some issues, he really was a good disciple when it came to obedience.
Helplessly comforting himself to accept reality, Qian Ren looked at his head that he had finally managed to fix in place. In the end, he still said his first instruction as a master, “You are my disciple. In the future, apart from me, you are not allowed to have your head kicked off by anyone.”
“Understood! In the future, whoever touches my head apart from Master, I will make their heads fly off!”
Answering joyfully, Zhuge Qingtian still didn’t know how terrifying it was for a Ghost God to say those words. In fact, as he looked at the man’s cold hum and the fact he was ignoring him, he only had one thought in his heart –
He said he wouldn’t protect him, but wasn’t the first thing he did after they became master and disciple was to put his head under his protection? Demonic cultivators really were creatures that considered lying to be a virtue.
But he was a good disciple. Even knowing his master was lying to him, he would pretend to believe it completely. However, even though their master-disciple relationship was already very close, he still couldn’t help but think about the possibility of calling this man “wife” in the future and being responded to. Was having such thoughts really normal for a master-disciple relationship?
The author has something to say: Qian Ren: It’s because you two are constantly showing off in the bedroom without worrying about offense and defense that the demonic path is so miserable!
He Huan: Do you know why the Tian Dao Alliance is always grinding daily tasks? Because they are all single dogs!
He Ku: As expected of a great power at the Transcending Tribulation stage, what you said is logical and convincing!
Tian Dao Alliance: That damn He Huan!
Demonic Cult: That damn He Huan!
Ghost Domain: That damn He Huan!
He Huan: See? Even if I am just looking at the scenery, the world channel still loves me so much.