After Transmigrating into a Novel as the Master, I Was Forced into Love by the Yandere Villain - Chapter 12

However, this side of Bai Qiuluo only made him find him all the more endearing. If he had exposed his identity before any other Immortal Venerable, that person likely would have unleashed a thunderous, fatal strike against him instantly.

Only someone as simple-minded as Bai Qiuluo would still have the spare time to mentally roast and complain about him.

With this thought, Shen Wang curled the corners of his lips upward. Those exceptionally striking eyes as warm and radiant as a spring sun curved into twin crescents, while the gentle smile gracing his lips dispelled the surrounding chill and gloom.

His disguise was truly seamless; not a single soul in the world would ever connect him to the Supreme Lord of the Demon Realm.

“In your presence, Master, this disciple will forever remain a child. If the price of growing up is losing Master, then this disciple would rather never grow up at all.”

Shen Wang spoke with heavy, veiled double-entendre, though Bai Qiuluo standing right before him completely failed to catch the deeper meaning beneath his words.

“Everyone must grow up eventually, and no one is an exception. From now on, you will reside in your own independent annex. You may withdraw.”

Bai Qiuluo waved a hand dismissively toward Shen Wang. He was merely a background character with minimal screen time, and he had no desire to become overly entangled in the plot.

“Very well, Master. Then this disciple shall take his leave.”

A faint trace of helpless, bitter reluctance bled past the corners of Shen Wang’s lips. Executing a respectful, formal bow with proper scholarly grace, he turned and strode out of the dwelling with the proud, dignified bearing of a dragon and the phoenix.

Host, is it really wise of you to turn down the villain’s request like that? Aren’t you worried that a petty villain like him will hold a grudge and end up torturing you even more ruthlessly down the line?

Little A chimed in with the tone of an amused spectator, even manifesting a physical form right before Bai Qiuluo’s eyes.

Suspended in mid-air appeared a soft, fluffy white marshmallow adorned with two bead-like black eyes.

Its tiny hands busily shoveled cyber-melon seeds into its mouth from left and right, occasionally causing silvery seed husks to materialize on the surface of its cottony body.

The moment those silvery seed husks tumbled to the floor, they instantly dissolved into fine ash and vanished.

Heh, the things I’ve made the villain do over these past ten years are by no means few. The demon race has always been notoriously petty and vindictive at this point, I’m probably already permanently engraved at the very top of Shen Wang’s blacklist.

So what is there left for me to fear in terms of offending him or not? Dead is dead, whether it comes sooner or later. Besides, according to the plot, after entering a certain mystic realm, my identity as the master goes completely missing.

I never show up again right up until the grand finale. Once the timing is ripe, I’ll just slip away into that mystic realm myself. Let’s see how this villainous Demon Venerable is supposed to track me down and settle accounts then.

Bai Qiuluo had long since embraced a “break it and let it shatter” mentality of total resignation. Seeing this, the marshmallow ceased its commentary, instead drifting weightlessly through the air to land with supreme contentment right atop Bai Qiuluo’s head.

Do whatever you please. Even if this world completely crashes and burns, I couldn’t care less. Worst-case scenario, they dock whatever meager performance metrics I have left.

Heh, that idiot of a Main System—if it has the guts, let it wipe out every last one of my metrics. I don’t want to work a single extra day at this damned job.

An overworked system radiating towering pillars of corporate resentment filled the space. Bai Qiuluo fell silent for a moment, wisely choosing not to provoke the system in its current volatile state.

The marshmallow slumped limply, draping its entire form across the crown of Bai Qiuluo’s head before letting out a heavy, world-weary sigh and resuming its relentless crunching of cyber-melon seeds.

Oh-ho, a new mission has arrived.

Host, let me share some wonderful news with you: the new mission requires you to share a bed and sleep with Shen Wang for three consecutive days.

If you fail the mission, your body will undergo a random remodeling process. If you succeed, you get absolutely zero rewards, hehehe~

Best of luck, Host.

Cackling bizarrely, Little A and its marshmallow avatar vanished into thin air on the spot, leaving Bai Qiuluo standing frozen and stiff in absolute dismay.

“Little A, you need to answer me honestly first did you just cook up and issue this mission entirely on your own whim?”

Hehehehe, Host, you mustn’t frame me like that. The issuance of missions is calculated and generated by the Main System using massive, complex algorithms.

The Main System’s algorithms evaluate the current circumstances to issue the most advantageous missions, and the ultimate objective of all these side quests is invariably to serve the completion of the main storyline.

While I couldn’t care less if this minor world goes down in flames, it’s pretty obvious that the Main System will never allow the minor world under its jurisdiction to collapse.

So Host, you’d better pray for your own survival. Side quests like this will pop up frequently from here on out, continuing all the way until you finally wrap up the main quest, hehehe~

Whether recalling something amusing or sinister, Little A let out that same bizarre, grating chuckle once more, sending an involuntary shiver of creeping dread straight down Bai Qiuluo’s spine.

This brand-new mission threw Bai Qiuluo into a severe dilemma. Should he actually go through with completing it? But if he refused, his body would be subjected to a random remodeling—and who knew what horrific form the system might force upon him.

If it ended up grafting a set of 36D curves onto his frame, the mere mental image of that spectacle was enough to make him shudder in horror.

Yet, just moments ago, he had flat-out rejected Shen Wang’s request to his face; if he turned right around and shamelessly begged to share a bed with Shen Wang for three days, wouldn’t the youth start suspecting that he had lost his mind?

This agonizing internal debate stretched on for Bai Qiuluo until the deep hours of the night. Once cultivators step past the Foundation Establishment stage, they naturally enter a state of complete penance and fasting (Bigu), rendering sleep entirely unnecessary.

The vast majority of cultivators simply substitute sleep with meditative cross-legged cultivation; however, for someone at Bai Qiuluo’s exalted realm, even the need for routine meditation had long since become obsolete.

A biting, ferocious wind howled across the summit of Tianxia Ravine as fine, powdery snowflakes drifted downward, blanketing the entire peak in white within the span of a few short moments.

Stepping out of his private dwelling, Bai Qiuluo found that his dharma robes effortlessly deflected the swirling snowflakes. He raised his gaze to survey the misty, delicate trails of starlight shimmering overhead.

Immortal energy coiled endlessly around the mountain peak, mirroring the deep, pitch-dark pools of his eyes, where a single faint red mole lay concealed near the outer corner of his left eye so subtle that anyone failing to look closely would completely miss it.

“Master.”

As though sensing his presence, Shen Wang proactively pushed open the door of his annex and stepped outside.

His gaze locked onto Bai Qiuluo’s clean, bright profile. The youth’s brows and eyes were wide, clear, and elegant, and his facial contours and features possessed an extraordinarily handsome, jade-like perfection.

With a cultivator’s exceptional eyesight, he caught sight of that tiny speck of red nestled beneath Bai Qiuluo’s eye.

Normally possessing an otherworldly, untainted aura resembling an immortal drifting above the mortal dust, that solitary red mole lent him a sudden, arresting brush of vivid allure.

“This disciple still has a few points of confusion regarding the third form of the sword manual Parting the Clouds. I am uncertain what sort of state of mind one must cultivate to properly execute it.”

Shen Wang earnestly sought guidance on sword techniques from Bai Qiuluo, though his intensely clinging gaze remained fixed unblinkingly upon Bai Qiuluo’s slender silhouette.

Bai Qiuluo stood tall and straight, his oversized dharma robes draping loosely over his frame, lending him a fragile sense of ethereal emptiness.

Shen Wang had wrapped his arms around that slender waist more than once; a single hand was all it took to encircle that pliant, willow-like waist. This person belonged with him even the physical curve of their embrace matched with absolute, seamless perfection.

Shen Wang had long since forgotten the original purpose that brought him here. Ten years of mortal time might pass like a snap of the fingers in the cultivation world, but for Shen Wang, a decade was more than enough to engrave Bai Qiuluo permanently into the depths of his heart.

Those who have never experienced warmth will desperately crave the sunlight with every fiber of their being.

Bai Qiuluo was Shen Wang’s sole source of warmth, and what Shen Wang was currently plotting and scheming was precisely how to legitimately abduct this person back to his Demon Realm.

“Executing the Parting the Clouds strike requires the absolute resolve to break the old and establish the new. Your life here within the Xuantian Sword Sect has been far too smooth and untroubled, which is why you are fundamentally incapable of comprehending this sword manual.”