After Transmigrating into a Novel as the Master, I Was Forced into Love by the Yandere Villain - Chapter 1

“Immortal Venerable Changheng, there are a few good sprouts that appeared in this trial. Does the Venerable have anyone in mind?”

Bai Qiuluo blinked dazedly. He had just been slacking off at work, so how on earth did opening his eyes bring him here?

“Immortal Venerable Changheng, I see that promising young sprout with the mutated ice spiritual root is quite good.”

Hearing the title “Immortal Venerable Changheng,” Bai Qiuluo’s heart instantly tightened.

Isn’t this the cultivation novel he was reading right before he started slacking off? The master in the story shared his exact name and surname, though he had only casually skimmed the first dozen or so chapters.

If he had known ahead of time that he would get this transmigration buff, he would have definitely memorized that novel word for word.

“Immortal Venerable Changheng.”

Facing the gazes of the various elders, Bai Qiuluo tried to pull off an awkward smile, only to find that his face was completely incapable of making any expression.

Could it be that this Immortal Venerable Changheng had a deadpan condition?!

The mystery was solved: the aloof and unearthly master in novels was actually forced to look cold simply because of facial paralysis.

“Mn.”

Bai Qiuluo let out a single response. His voice was crisp and clear, sounding like jade stones striking one another, constructing a magnificent musical movement.

The scene before him was the entrance trial for new disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

As for the male and female leads, along with the great villain, they were right among this batch of disciples and all three of them would become disciples under Immortal Venerable Changheng’s sect.

Bai Qiuluo’s expression remained indifferent as his gaze swept across the crowd before him.

The Xuantian Sword Sect was situated atop a towering peak, with clouds and mist shrouding the sect like fine silk.

As an elder of the Xuantian Sword Sect, Immortal Venerable Changheng was already at the late stage of the Fusion Realm and stood as the undisputed number one figure in the Sword Dao.

Clad in white robes purer than snow, he sat cross-legged upon the high platform. His gaze was cold and detached, and his features were exquisitely striking. The outer corners of his slender eyes tilted upward, giving off an allure that was simultaneously aloof and bewitching.

The coldness between his brows diluted the vivid charm of his face. With ink-black hair, snowy skin, and a touch of red upon his thin lips, these three colors combined to form a breathtaking, soul-stirring painting.

His entire demeanor was detached and ethereal, and his pair of eyes remained as tranquil as an ancient well.

The immortal sect’s grand hall rose straight into the clouds, with immortal energy swirling all around. The wide, flawless white jade platform was packed with the disciples who had successfully passed this trial.

The male and female leads, as well as the great villain, had just cleared their spiritual root tests. The female lead possessed dual water and wood spiritual roots and was a born alchemist.

The male lead possessed a mutated fire spiritual root. As the protagonists, even the attributes of their spiritual roots seemed exceptionally well-matched.

Meanwhile, the great villain possessed a mutated lightning spiritual root—the most formidable spiritual root for offensive power.

According to the plot in the novel, he would take all three of them under his tutelage as his personal direct disciples.

“Junior Uncle, your Tianxia Ravine hasn’t even taken in a single disciple to this day. Before Patriarch ascended, he specifically instructed me to take good care of you.”

“Junior Uncle, there are quite a few good sprouts among the new disciples this time. You should take a few of them in as disciples to liven up Tianxia Ravine.”

The Sect Master wore a ingratiating smile as he cupped his hands slightly toward Bai Qiuluo.

Not only was Bai Qiuluo his Junior Uncle, but he was also currently the absolute number one in the Sword Dao.

This was a formidable reputation forged through real combat; cultivators of the exact same generation as Bai Qiuluo were still struggling away in the Soul Formation and Void refinement realms.

Yet his Junior Uncle had soared straight up, rocketing his cultivation all the way to the late stage of the Fusion Realm.

Several Supreme Elders nearby also chimed in to persuade him. Up until now, Bai Qiuluo’s peak hadn’t taken in a single disciple to inherit his mantle, and they were worried that the legacy of Misty Peak would be lost.

Bai Qiuluo stared straight ahead without speaking, though he was actually integrating the memories inside his mind.

Just moments ago, the original owner’s centuries of memories had all surfaced at once. If not for the strength of his spiritual consciousness, he probably would have been rendered foolish by the sheer volume of these memories.

Armed with the original owner’s memories, he also skillfully mastered the original owner’s cultivation techniques and sword arts.

At the very least, possessing these memories meant he wouldn’t be mistaken for some old monster practicing soul possession.

“I want these three.”

Bai Qiuluo pointed casually, his finger landing precisely on the male and female leads and the great villain.

This marked the beginning of all the plot points, and Bai Qiuluo had no desire to tamper with the storyline arbitrarily.

Besides, he had only read a dozen or so chapters of this novel and had no clue what the subsequent plot entailed.

Bai Qiuluo stood up, his wide sleeves drooping down. Several fingers extended from the cuffs, their joints as white as snow, crystal-clear and translucent.

Taking a single step forward, his figure vanished like a streak of rainbow light.

As his voluminous robes fluttered, it offered a brief, breathtaking glimpse of fleeting elegance and trailing grace.

Shen Wang seemed to sense something and raised his head, catching only a fleeting rainbow streak across the horizon.

“Bai Qiuluo, Immortal Venerable Changheng, number one in the Sword Dao… I certainly look forward to properly crossing paths with you.”

Shen Wang narrowed his eyes, concealing the arrogance and ambition hidden in his depths. His upright, handsome, and refined face exuded a trace of dangerous aura.

Misty Peak, Tianxia Ravine.

This was Bai Qiuluo’s residence. The entire peak was veiled in ethereal clouds and mist, with a few specks of emerald green protruding through the vapor.

Spiritual energy permeated the entire mountain. Tianxia Ravine soared into the clouds, its mountain walls engraved with numerous runes masterpieces of array formations laid down by a grandmaster of array arts.

The Sect Master personally led the three children, flying all the way until they arrived at Tianxia Ravine.

The three little radishes stood obediently atop the peak. Misty Peak boasted a total of seventy-two mountain peaks, with Tianxia Ravine situated right at the very center.

One-third of this mountain had been cleanly sheared away by a single sword strike, leaving the entire peak flat and open, save for a solitary, archaic palace standing tall upon it.

“This is Tianxia Ravine of Misty Peak. From now on, you are the personal direct disciples under Immortal Venerable Changheng.”

The Sect Master patiently introduced them. Strictly speaking, the disciples his Junior Uncle was taking in belonged to the exact same generation as himself.

However, as he looked at the three little radishes beside him, he stroked his beard, his smile brimming with paternal affection.

“You are Junior Uncle’s disciples, so logically speaking, you ought to address me as Senior Brother. I don’t have much to give you, so let these three storage rings serve as a welcome gift.”

As the group stood before the palace, Bai Qiuluo was thoroughly aware of every movement outside.

“Your Master loves peace and quiet. If you need anything, you can inform the others within the peak…”

Compared to Bai Qiuluo, the Sect Master looked far more like a qualified master. He nagged the three of them with countless instructions before finally leading them into the interior of the palace.

The archaic main hall appeared remarkably spacious, supported by eight white jade pillars carved with soaring golden dragons.

The interior of the hall was completely bare, save for a few straw meditation mats resting on the white jade floor.

At this moment, Bai Qiuluo was seated cross-legged on a mat, meditating. Once cultivation reached his realm, every single inhalation and exhalation triggered a vibration of spiritual power.

Ordinary closed-door cultivation no longer had any effect on Bai Qiuluo; he had already attained the realm of returning to simplicity and natural perfection.

“Junior Uncle, I’ve brought your three disciples over.”

The three eight- or nine-year-old little radishes stood behind the Sect Master, the female lead gripping the hem of the Sect Master’s sleeve in sheer terror.

The male lead appeared a bit more mischievous and bold, poking his head out halfway, though he too shrank back timidly, not daring to look toward Immortal Venerable Changheng.

Only Shen Wang, the great villain from the book, straightened his spine like a resilient, emerald-green bamboo, his gaze locked directly onto Bai Qiuluo