Kill That Cultivator - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

After returning to the sect, Master shut himself in his room for ten days.

He was rigid by nature and devoted entirely to cultivation. Now that he had lost all his spiritual power and had nearly been humiliated by a former defeated opponent, it was only natural that he might be taking it badly.

The Sect Leader was afraid something would happen, so he came to me and asked me to talk Master down.

I had just climbed in through the window when I saw Master standing against the light, his personal sword, Demon Slayer, lying by his feet.

Master did not turn around. He asked, “Yan Zhi, do you think this master still has any use?”

I did not answer.

He gave a bitter laugh. “I can no longer wield a sword.”

The room was empty, which made his voice sound just as hollow.

The Demon-Slaying Sword was a celestial sword. Without spiritual power, Master could no longer use it.

I said, “I can’t wield one either.”

Although I was a sword immortal, I could not use any kind of celestial sword. The sword in my hand was just an ordinary blade; every time I fought, I relied entirely on my spiritual power.

In other words, I was a mage disguised as an assassin.

Master choked, and the sorrowful atmosphere dispersed.

Only then did I answer his question.

I said, “Master, why not give up martial arts for literature and change careers to become a theory instructor? When it comes to cultivation and swordsmanship theory, no one in the entire sect understands more than Master.”

He was a very proud person, unable to accept becoming a useless cripple.

Master’s body stiffened, and at last, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

Mission accomplished, I immediately activated my pee-emergency escape mode.

“Master, when nature calls…”

Master frowned and said, “Why are you in a hurry all day long? Come here. Let me check your pulse.”

“…”

“There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with your body.”

“…”

Master, being an old man, did not understand that this was an unspoken agreement among us young people.

When we wanted to end a conversation, all we needed was a suitable excuse.

Sleep, shower, urgent need to pee-worked every time.

The number one beauty of the Cultivation World had always been elusive, seen only in glimpses. Now that he had become a regular theory instructor, he instantly became the hottest topic in the sect.

Little fanboys and fangirls lined up from the sect’s main hall all the way to the foot of the mountain.

So I had the disciples at the foot of the mountain conveniently buy me a cup of mung bean soup from the village below.

Master even scolded me a bit for that.

Every day, disciples came in an endless stream to attend class, and Master’s face visibly gained a smile.

The Sect Leader said Master was the sort of person who had to provide value to others.

Seeing Master so popular, everyone became happy for him.

Only Junior Brother’s expression grew worse and worse.

A yandere, huh? I understood.

Finally, one day, Junior Brother snapped.

Sword cultivators were far too exhausted, and on a rare single day off, I hid in the back mountain to sleep.

Suddenly, Junior Brother’s voice sounded by my ear.

“Shh! Master, keep your voice down. Senior Sister is sleeping. It would be bad if we woke her up.”

Me: “…”

Once again, I had been spawned right at the scene of the incident.

“If Senior Sister sees Master like this, ah!” Junior Brother pressed Master down onto the writing desk and laughed softly. “What should we do then?”

Sure enough, Master’s struggling stopped, and despair gradually filled his eyes.

“Master, your disciple truly loves you. Just give in to me.”

“Master, why aren’t you saying anything? Oh, right. I sealed your voice. Look at me, I almost forgot.”

“Master, my good Master, stop smiling at them. I’m so jealous I’m about to go mad. I really want… I really want to lock Master up and make Master my teacher alone. What do you say?”

I said disapprovingly, “No. Teachers belong to everyone. Junior Brother, you’re too selfish.”

I used the hilt of my sword to push Junior Brother off Master, then took a rope out of my storage ring and tied him up in a tortoiseshell knot.

Mm. Sturdy, beautiful, and sexy.

I nodded in satisfaction and could not help applauding myself. “What a perfect knot. Yan Zhi, you are practically a contemporary S&M master.”

Junior Brother said in disbelief, “How are you awake? I clearly gave you…”

I was even more surprised than he was.

“Huh? You drugged me? I didn’t know. I didn’t feel anything.”

Speaking of S&M, I remembered the perverted sadistic top who was about to make his entrance, so I pulled out another whip and handed it to Master. “Master, why don’t you try the feel of it first?”

While I was at it, I dispelled the silencing spell Junior Brother had placed on Master.

The whip was made from the tendon of a high-level magical beast. It was sturdy, durable, and painful when used on people.

Master’s expression was terrible. Clearly, he still had not recovered from the shock of nearly being beep-.

With trembling hands, he took the whip and silently stared at Junior Brother, who had been forced to kneel on the floor.

Junior Brother raised his head, showing a pitiful expression, and said, “Master, your disciple knows he was wrong. Hit me, Master.”

Master’s hands trembled even harder.

I applauded him from the side. Retreating in order to advance. Brilliant.

Since he had already said that, with Master being so kind, he would probably let the matter drop here.

Unable to watch a good show, I once again prepared to use my pee-emergency escape.

“When nature…”

Unexpectedly, I had only gotten two words out when I heard a sharp whistle tearing through the air.

The whip landed on Junior Brother. A bloody welt immediately appeared on his thin white robes, the flesh on his shoulder split open.

“Beast! You actually dared to think about… committing such an offense against your superior. Do you have any sense of propriety, justice, integrity, or shame? Do you know what human morals are?”

Another lash fell, and a wound appeared on Junior Brother’s face as well.

Yet Junior Brother laughed. He laughed like a madman.

“Master, your disciple has no sense of propriety, justice, integrity, or shame, and I don’t know what human morals are. Your disciple just wants to beep you.”

Me: “…”

We had beaten Junior Brother into an M.

There was so much commotion in the room, yet not a single person came to watch.

It seemed Junior Brother really had put in quite a bit of effort.

I folded my arms and leaned against the door. Master was practically the incarnation of S himself, getting more and more into it the longer he whipped.

The whip lashed out again and again. Every time Master struck him, Junior Brother would verbally beep Master once.

Master was so furious that his blows grew even harsher. After an entire hour of whipping, Junior Brother finally could not help begging for mercy.

I smiled silently.

Interesting. S beats yandere.

Yandere route: bad end.