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On her way home, Song Junyu saved a young girl.
Covered in blood and grime, the girl’s face was unrecognizable, but her watery peach-blossom eyes bore an uncanny resemblance to Song Junyu’s long-lost first disciple.
Song Junyu took the girl in as her new apprentice.
Gentle and beautiful, the new disciple was nothing like the cold, aloof first disciple. She was utterly obedient to Song Junyu, with no flaws except for being a little too clingy.
Song Junyu sighed in relief: After two rebellious disciples, she had finally found a well-behaved one.
As a transmigrator, she knew that soon, the Demon King would go mad, plunging the demonic sects into chaos. After their defeat, the demons would retreat to their domain, and peace would return to the world.
Though her disciples had been disobedient, a teacher’s heart was like a parent’s. Once the three realms stabilized, she still wanted to search for her missing first disciple, whose fate remained unknown.
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After a long wait, Song Junyu finally received news of the Demon King’s demise!
Having secluded herself in the mountains for a century, Song Junyu left a letter for her closed-door disciple, packed her bags, and headed for the border.
To gather information, she disguised herself as a spoiled noble, mingling in the crowd to watch the dancers. Clapping enthusiastically, she cheered, “Wonderful! So wild—I love it…”
But when she opened her eyes again, the scene around her had abruptly changed.
In a cold, eerie palace, her usually gentle and obedient disciple stood before her, clad in black robes, breathtakingly beautiful. Slowly twirling a long whip, her gaze was icy, demonic energy surging around her.
“Tch.”
“If I’d known my master liked them wild, I wouldn’t have bothered pretending!”
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Song Junyu had always believed that wicked demonic cultivators had corrupted her sweet little disciple, and she was determined to guide her back to the righteous path.
Until that day, when countless demonic cultivators knelt before her disciple, reverently chanting, “Our Lord.”
Her disciple split the Ghost Cliff Mountain with a single sword strike, her black hair frosted white, hellfire blazing three zhang high as she raised a toast to the heavens.
Only then did Song Junyu realize how wrong she had been.
Her seemingly obedient disciple was the most rebellious of all.
The first runaway rebel disciple and the second “deceased” rebel disciple were both her little disciple’s alternate identities!
And Song Junyu was no mere bystander. She was the rumored cause of the Demon King Ji Chan’s madness, the elusive white moonlight the Demon King had searched for across the three realms!
Early on, the amnesiac Demon King Ji Chan was jealous of herself. Later, her memories would return.
