After Faking My Death, My Disciple, Who Hated Me to the Bone, Has Gone Mad - Chapter 12

Sheng Muxue could not fathom how Yun Zheng had managed to recognize him at a single glance. His face had changed, and even his species was different. It was not until he glanced at the System that he suddenly realized: it must have been those ten seconds of spiritual power that gave him away.

The System had witnessed everything that had just transpired. Deeply sympathetic to Sheng Muxue’s ordeal, it floated over once Yun Zheng had left and murmured, “This is all the Main System’s fault. It seems Yun Zheng truly still hates you.”

Sheng Muxue rubbed his neck, which was still imprinted with finger marks, and pondered for a long time, still unable to wrap his head around it: “If he hates me, why on earth does he have to marry me?”

And that method of punishment earlier, was it not a bit too intimate? He had claimed he would never touch him and that he found him disgusting. What puzzled Sheng Muxue even more was this: if this Yun Zheng was not the one he had raised himself, why would he remember his penchant for sweets? Could it be that the original host also had this preference?

No, that could not be it. The book explicitly stated that the Demon Lord did not just dislike sweets; he hardly touched food at all. Could it be that Yun Zheng was truly remembering him? If so, the current Yun Zheng might be in a “superposition” of two versions: the Yun Zheng who was abused by the Demon Lord and the Yun Zheng who was raised by him. Consequently, their memories had overlapped in a chaotic mess. It was just like Schrödinger’s cat: until the box is opened, the cat exists in a state of both life and death. (It is a theory of parallel universe superposition; look it up yourself, I will not explain it here.)

Sheng Muxue shared his analysis with the System, which worshiped him: “As expected of Big Brother, you know so much!”

Sheng Muxue could not even be bothered to tell the System that his university major had been physics. He had played with quantum mechanics long ago. Despite his theory, Sheng Muxue still did not want to marry this Yun Zheng. He did not like crazy, unhinged men. Furthermore, even if he were to look for a man, he insisted on being the one on top! Why, just because the original host was a “top,” did he have to be the “bottom”?

Must a transmigrated master always be the bottom? What a joke! Consequences? Was he afraid of being tortured by that madman? Do not make him laugh.

However, time was running out. The wedding was tomorrow. Soon, an attendant brought over a wedding outfit and knelt to present it to Sheng Muxue. Sheng Muxue’s gaze was immediately drawn to the attire. It was gold, a deep and radiant gold.

The first thing that caught his eye was the golden silk satin across the chest, which looked like the surging golden waves of a deep-sea dragon in a rage. The fabric appeared to be ordinary cloud brocade, but it was actually “Heart-Binding Gauze” forged from sun-and-moon silkworms. Embroidered on the collar were several pairs of intertwined phoenixes, with blood-red rubies carved into the shape of their beaks. Below the collar, dozens of oversized night-luminescent pearls were inlaid into the fabric.

Whether in terms of materials or craftsmanship, it looked incredibly expensive. Even the Sheng Muxue of his past life could not have afforded such luxury. It is no exaggeration to say that he could not even afford a single one of the gemstones scattered across the outfit. The gilded waist belt was engraved with dense dragon scale patterns, each scale inlaid with a piece of profound celestial jade the size of a grain of rice, sparkling as dazzlingly as diamonds.

And the headpiece, it was even more extravagant. It was so ornate that Sheng Muxue did not dare look at it, fearing it would blind his fox eyes.

After inspecting the wedding attire, Sheng Muxue held his forehead and sighed silently. His only thought was, “What the hell? Is this meant for a human to wear? Why did he not just move all of Saudi Arabia here? Talk about showing off now that he is rich and powerful.”

But Sheng Muxue had no choice. His only other options were women’s clothing or this “Christmas tree.” At least the “Christmas tree” was menswear, or so he hoped. In the end, Sheng Muxue put on the wedding outfit, but left the headpiece aside because it was simply too heavy. It had to weigh over ten pounds.

The System, watching Sheng Muxue obediently put on the wedding clothes, asked in confusion: “Big Brother, are you really going to marry him?”

Sheng Muxue shot the System a look that said, “How can you even ask?”

“I just did not want to wear a dress.”

The System awkwardly muttered an “Oh” and prudently shut its mouth.

Sheng Muxue sat back on the bed, chin resting in his hands, and began to formulate a plan to escape. The Nine-Heaven Origin Array was too difficult to break. Even if the System restored his spiritual power from his past life, ten seconds definitely would not be enough. The only remaining way was to act.

Sheng Muxue turned to the System hovering beside him and flashed a malicious smile. The System did not sense anything wrong and looked down, fidgeting with its fingers shyly: “B-Big Brother, why are you looking at Xiao Tong like that?”

“Do you have any poison?” Sheng Muxue asked abruptly. He always felt that the System’s transparent little body held a treasure trove of goods, like Doraemon’s pocket.

“What kind?”

“The kind that does not kill people, but can knock them unconscious.” Sheng Muxue quickly added, “And it needs to be colorless, odorless, hard to detect, but extremely potent, and effective even on those with high cultivation levels.”

The System understood instantly: “Are you planning to poison Yun Zheng?”

“Why else?” Sheng Muxue rolled up his sleeve to reveal his slender, frail bicep. “His arms are twice as thick as mine; do you expect me to fight him?”

The System whispered, “It is not about the muscles. It is that he completely crushes you in every aspect.”

Thump.

Sheng Muxue expertly gave the System a headbutt. “Speak up, I cannot hear you.”

The System clutched its head, crying, “Big Brother, I was wrong. Wuwuwu.”

Sheng Muxue asked again: “Do you have it or not?”

“I do, I do, I do!” The System hurriedly rummaged through its body. After a long while, it pulled out a black bead.

“This is it?” Sheng Muxue took the bead between his fingers and realized it was soft. He immediately recognized it: “A Dragon-Seal Eye?”

“Yes, Big Brother. This was taken from a Dragon-Seal beast. Because their entire bodies are highly toxic, the fluid inside their eyes is the most lethal poison in the world; it can destroy a person’s spiritual meridians. As long as you crush it gently and squeeze out the juices, anyone who touches or consumes it will suffer a ruptured spiritual meridian and die suddenly.”

Sheng Muxue understood, but still felt concerned: “If I use this on Yun Zheng, will he not die?”

“Do not worry. I just checked for you. Yun Zheng has ascended to become a god. His body is no longer a human one; he will not die from ordinary circumstances.”

“He is already a god?” Sheng Muxue was shocked. “The script did not say he could become a god.”

“But the script did say he was born with ten orifices and was a cultivation genius. He is the male lead, after all. By the time you died, his cultivation was already at the Tribulation Transcendence stage. It has been five hundred years; is it not normal for him to have ascended?”

Sheng Muxue supposed that made sense. The setup for Yun Zheng was quite like a typical “Dragon-Aotian” protagonist. Born with ten orifices, he possessed the rare Chaos Yang spiritual root, and from birth, he carried a destiny-bound sword that could control the heavens. Unfortunately, he was born into a poor family that did not understand cultivation and mistook his legendary sword for a mere firewood chopper. It was not until he was ten that the Demon Lord discovered him, shattering his peaceful life. The Demon Lord slaughtered his village, killed his parents right in front of him, and dragged him away. That began two hundred years of humiliation and torment. Driven by the Demon Lord’s abuse, Yun Zheng reached the Tribulation Transcendence stage in just two hundred years, eventually succeeding in his revenge. That was the plot of the original book.

“Then what about that golden mark on his forehead?”

The System shook its head. “I do not know. Maybe it is a mark of his godhood? Regardless, that blonde hair must be proof that he has been reborn.”

“Hmm, that is true. And his eye color has changed, too.”

He looked far more divine now. And yet, despite being a high-and-mighty god, he was still resorting to forced marriage. Are gods not supposed to be free of desire?