My Senior Brother Turned Black After I Died.

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Ji Hantong transmigrated into a classic cultivation novel as the protagonist’s master—a powerful mentor destined for an early grave. The system provided him with three strict directives: be the ultimate guiding hand for the male lead, maintain a pristine and aloof immortal image, and follow the plot until his scripted death to escape the world, all while avoiding any “strange feelings” for the protagonist.

Ji Hantong performed his role with textbook precision. He shielded his disciple from bullies, stood up for him against those who mocked his origins, and passed down his lifelong cultivation secrets. Finally, when the protagonist’s life hung by a thread, Ji Hantong abandoned his own wedding ceremony with his senior brother to save him, sacrificing his soul and vanishing into thin air. As he departed, he caught one last glimpse of his senior brother, Shen Lanchuan, standing alone in his scarlet wedding robes—a sight that inexplicably stirred his heart.

Returning to the modern world, Ji Hantong expected his memories of the cultivation realm to fade like a dream. However, a few days later, the system returned in tears, begging him to go back. It turned out that after his death, his once-upright senior brother had completely snapped. Shen Lanchuan, the former paragon of the righteous path, had slaughtered eight hundred sects and ground the protagonist’s bones into candle wicks. He was now holding the entire world hostage, waiting for Ji Hantong’s return.

Through a water mirror, Ji Hantong saw a man consumed by demonic energy, his eyes blood-red and his hair turned white as snow. Despite standing atop a mountain of corpses, the man cradled Ji Hantong’s shattered soul lamp with agonizing care. The system trembled as it explained that the former leader of the righteous path was now prepared to drag the entire world into hell with him.

Upon his forced return, Ji Hantong finds himself trapped in the depths of a demon palace. Shen Lanchuan pins him against a cold bed, the chains around his ankles clinking with every desperate struggle. Brushing a thumb against Ji Hantong’s trembling lips, Shen Lanchuan’s voice drops to a low, crazed whisper: “Junior brother, where else do you think you can run this time?”

Raw Novel Name: 我死後師兄黑化了