The Rebellious Disciple Was Me All Along - Chapter 1

Every cultivator in the Immortal Sect knew that Ji Lanshuang and I had a terrible master-disciple relationship.

As the greatest beauty in the cultivation world, Ji Lanshuang was not only obsessed with appearances but also a misanthropic recluse.

He hated people who coveted his beauty. He hated lunatics who approached him under the pretense of seeking instruction. Most of all, he hated shameless scoundrels who refused to leave no matter how often he drove them away.

Unfortunately, in his eyes, I was all three.

I had explained myself countless times. “Master, I swear I have no improper thoughts about you.”

Ji Lanshuang never believed me.

“No improper thoughts?” He stood before me with his arms folded, sneering. “If you aren’t plotting something, why do you insist on clinging to me?”

No one genuinely interested in cultivation would choose Ji Lanshuang as their master.

He was a once-in-a-millennium genius who could advance a realm by breathing. Naturally, he had no idea how to guide an ordinary person.

Worse, his temperament was atrocious. No normal person with a shred of pride could endure his foul moods.

Ji Lanshuang knew himself well. That only made him more certain.

“If you can put up with me to this extent, you rebellious disciple, you must be after my body.”

I stared at him in silence.

Shoving the obstructive man aside, I expressionlessly added more firewood beneath the medicine furnace.

Dissatisfied, Ji Lanshuang kicked me in the rear. “Rebellious disciple, answer me!”

Always making a fuss. Day after day.

As usual, I humored him. “If that’s what you insist on believing, Master, there’s nothing I can do.”

Having secured what he considered an admission, Ji Lanshuang left in triumph.

At last, my ears had some peace. I exhaled in relief.

What else could I do? I had to make the best of it.

It was not as though I could sever our master-disciple bond.

Anyone else in the world could walk away because of Ji Lanshuang’s temper.

I could not.

I had been planted at his side as a spy.

Before becoming Ji Lanshuang’s disciple, I had been a deathsworn warrior raised from childhood by a cultivation clan.

My former mistress was one of Ji Lanshuang’s fanatical admirers: the eldest daughter of the Zhu family.

Her behavior was so deranged that seven years ago, Ji Lanshuang placed a restriction on her. Unless he permitted it, she could never come within a hundred li of him again.

The restriction only drove her further into madness. Desperate for news of Ji Lanshuang, she sent her strongest deathsworn warrior to infiltrate his household.

That would be me.

And so, seven years ago, I made my dazzling entrance as his bargain-bin disciple.

To earn the Immortal Sect’s trust, I had cared for Ji Lanshuang in every conceivable way. I even guarded the mountain gate of my own accord, denying every shameless creature who coveted his beauty the slightest opportunity.

Yet my tireless devotion only convinced Ji Lanshuang that I harbored designs on him.

He was entirely certain.

“If you don’t like me, why are you so good to me? You only keep outsiders away because you’re jealous, don’t you?”

I could hardly explain the truth.

If Ji Lanshuang discovered I was a spy, he would turn on me and throw me off the mountain.

And if my mission failed, nothing good awaited me.

Faced with two evils, I chose the lesser and gritted my teeth as I accepted the “crime” of lusting after him.

But liking him?

Ha.

Unlike Ji Lanshuang, I was not obsessed with pretty faces.

Who could possibly like a master who had nothing but his looks—delicate, capricious, unreasonable, and forever flirting without a thought?

I, Xie Sui, could jump off this immortal mountain and still never develop feelings for him.

Absolutely impossible!