He Transmigrated Into The Body Of A Useless Little Disciple, Whose Innermost Thoughts Were Overheard By Demonic Master! - Chapter 12

Xie Rong was deeply moved by Xuan Yue’s words, his inner monologue exceptionally active: “Master is so considerate. Did he notice my anxiety and try to comfort me? Unfortunately, my memory loss isn’t due to cultivation mishaps, but because I transmigrated. Does Master not realize that I am not the real Xie Rong?”

Xuan Yue appeared expressionless, but internally, he was profoundly shocked. He had heard Xie Rong’s inner voice, but for the first time, instead of hearing those two specific words, he only heard a static, buzzing noise.

Xie Rong’s memory loss isn’t due to cultivation, but due to… that buzzing? What is this? Why does the power of Heavenly Dao’s rules appear on Xie Rong? Clearly, his soul has not been seized, yet he claims he is not Xie Rong?

Xuan Yue still trusted his own judgment and did not believe Xie Rong had been possessed. He concluded that Xie Rong’s symptoms were not just forgetfulness and amnesia, but a form of cognitive dissonance so severe that the boy truly believed he was someone else. Xuan Yue’s divine sense once again scanned Xie Rong from head to toe. He could find nothing abnormal, yet he was certain Xie Rong was no ordinary person. An ordinary human could never suppress the Demonic Bone, let alone draw upon the rules of Heavenly Dao. Those two words, blocked by the Heavenly Dao, must be the cause of the memory distortion. He was burning with curiosity as to what those two words were that the Heavens would go to such lengths to conceal them.

Xie Rong expressed his gratitude earnestly: “Thank you for your comfort, Master. I will certainly keep your words in mind.”

Master is usually so busy, yet he is dedicating his energy to me. Seeing that I’m insecure and trying to soothe me, he truly is a good person.

Having been issued a “good person card” by Xie Rong, Xuan Yue felt a twinge of fatigue and instructed him to go off and cultivate.

Xuan Yue had arranged for Xie Rong’s room to be right next to his own and placed a jade bed specifically suited for cultivation inside. The bed was positioned against the wall, directly on the other side of Xuan Yue’s own meditation spot. If Xie Rong practiced there, they would be only three meters apart. When Xie Rong was within ten meters, he could suppress the Demonic Bone within Xuan Yue, keeping the demonic energy dormant and allowing Xuan Yue to focus on increasing his strength. Xuan Yue regarded Xie Rong solely as a tool; that conviction had never changed. To truly resolve the Demonic Bone, he had to reach the pinnacle of power. As long as the bone remained, he could never be at ease.

Once in his room, Xie Rong let out a long sigh. He still felt stiff and nervous in front of Xuan Yue, carefully weighing every word before speaking. Now, back in his own space and seeing the various arrays activated, he finally relaxed. Looking at the complex array on the ceiling, he mused: “I can barely recognize one as a Spirit Gathering Array, and another as a soundproofing barrier. As long as these are active, even if I shout, Master won’t be able to hear me. Given his Mahayana cultivation, he wouldn’t use his divine sense to spy on me, would he?”

Xuan Yue heard this clearly. It was true that without using his divine sense, he couldn’t see what Xie Rong was doing when the arrays were active, but he could not stop himself from hearing the boy’s inner thoughts. Even without watching, he knew exactly what Xie Rong was up to. Xuan Yue waited for Xie Rong to begin meditating on the jade bed. After some time, when the initial thoughts about the hall’s decor faded into silence, Xuan Yue felt a flicker of relief. Although his aptitude is mediocre, at least he knows how to work hard. He isn’t entirely beyond saving.

On the other side of the wall, Xie Rong felt a bit cold. He tossed and turned, pulling the quilt tighter around himself. It was his first time sleeping in such a spirit-rich environment; it felt like sleeping deep in a pristine forest, and the air was incredibly fresh.

Xie Rong slept soundly until the next morning. After waking up, he sat in a daze for a moment before patting his warm quilt contentedly. “That was a truly restful sleep. The jade bed lives up to its reputation.”

Having nearly died at the Ceremony of Congratulations, Xie Rong had appeared calm on the surface, but internally, he had been panicked and exhausted. Last night’s sleep gave him an unprecedented sense of relief and the grounding reassurance that he was still alive.

In the next room, Xuan Yue heard Xie Rong’s thoughts and realized the boy had slept the entire night. A flash of disbelief crossed his eyes. In a room so rich with spiritual energy, any normal person would scramble to cultivate every second. Xie Rong actually gave up cultivation just to sleep? It’s no wonder Lin Mingsi is so worried. This isn’t simple memory confusion; he’s clearly given up on himself and spiraled into madness.

After freshening up, Xie Rong stepped out of his room and heard Xuan Yue’s telepathic voice: “Come here.”

Xie Rong’s heart tightened; he did not dare to delay and hurried toward Xuan Yue’s quarters. The door was open, but the interior was shielded by an array. Xie Rong, not knowing what kind of array it was, hesitated at the entrance.

Xuan Yue, monitoring him closely, had activated a defensive array fueled by his own spiritual energy. He wanted to see if Xie Rong could pass through it without permission. Outside, Xie Rong realized that since his Master had summoned him, the array should not stop him. Gritting his teeth, he took a step forward.

Xie Rong passed through the barrier completely unharmed. Relieved, he scolded himself: Master called me, so obviously the array wouldn’t block me. I was worrying over nothing; how redundant.

Xuan Yue gestured for him to sit, his expression neutral. He had already realized at the main hall that his spiritual energy could not harm Xie Rong, and this test confirmed it: his energy seemed to treat Xie Rong as its “master.” Deep down, Xuan Yue sneered at the mystery of this unknown soul contract. If his energy couldn’t hurt Xie Rong, then logically, Xie Rong’s energy couldn’t hurt him either.

“How was your cultivation last night?”

Xie Rong hesitated for half a second before deciding to be honest: “Please forgive me, Master. I was mentally exhausted and did not cultivate.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his inner voice panicked: It’s over. A cultivator should be striving to cultivate every second, and yet I spent the whole night sleeping under a Spirit Gathering Array. Master will surely despise such a slacker. I should find a way to turn off the array; I don’t know how many spirit stones it costs to run it for a day.

Xuan Yue glanced at him, feeling speechless. The thing he’s most worried about is the cost of spirit stones? What a bizarre line of thought!

“You were startled during the competition; there is no harm in resting for a few more days. From now on, you will practice your sword forms here.”

Xuan Yue waved his sleeve, and a human-like puppet appeared. He closed his eyes, signaling for Xie Rong to practice with the dummy. Xie Rong did not dare to be lazy; he pulled a long sword from his storage ring and began.

Even though the puppet’s limbs were clearly made of metal, moving in a rigid, sluggish fashion, it still managed to knock the sword from Xie Rong’s hand again and again. Seeing Xie Rong’s frustrated expression, Xuan Yue said coldly, “This is a Foundation Establishment stage puppet. You may use your spiritual energy to spar with it.”

Xie Rong’s eyes lit up, his inner voice excited: I couldn’t beat you in pure technique, but with spiritual energy, surely I can handle a puppet!

Xie Rong did not know much about puppets in the cultivation world, only that they were associated with both good and evil, as many demonic cultivators in the Demon Realm used living people to craft them. Master is such an upright person, yet he owns a puppet. That is unexpected. Still, it makes sense. He has social anxiety and does not allow others inside, so he needs a puppet to handle the chores.

Distracted by these thoughts, Xie Rong dropped his sword again. He stopped letting his mind wander and focused entirely on the spar.

Xuan Yue, observing the fight, used the moment to verify his theory: Xie Rong’s energy truly could not touch him. He remembered an ancient jade slip from his youth describing a type of Daoist Partner contract recognized by the Heavens. Once signed, neither party could harm the other, and they would share wounds and life alike. But this could not be a partner contract, as he felt nothing when Xie Rong was injured, and Xie Rong remained unaffected by the torment of the Demonic Bone.

Xuan Yue watched the two figures, feeling as though he were watching two toddlers. They didn’t even know how to dodge, just standing there trading clumsy blows.

“I obtained this puppet by chance. Take it to practice your sword skills.”

He had actually acquired it after killing a disciple from a rival sect who had tried to rob him. He had initially intended to sell it for spirit stones, but due to one thing or another, it remained in his storage ring until today.

Xie Rong looked at the metallic luster of the puppet, assuming it was a forging artifact. When he eventually left with the puppet and returned to his room, he pondered: First Senior Brother specializes in the Sword Dao, Second in the Array Dao, Third in Talisman Dao. What does Master specialize in? I vaguely remember people praising Master’s sword technique, and he’s personally teaching me, so it must be the Sword Dao.

After practicing for a while, Xie Rong could not help but set up a small kitchen in the corner of his room. He could give up many things, but he could not give up the habit of eating three meals a day.

Life on Xuan Yue’s side was free; the Master did not assign him strict tasks, only a brief instruction to focus on cultivation. That afternoon, Xie Rong took the puppet to see Lin Mingsi. Upon seeing it, Lin Mingsi’s expression shifted, and she asked, “Where did you get this?”

The puppet carried faint traces of soul fluctuations, a sign that it had been forged using a living person. As the Xuan Tian Sect was a sect of the righteous path, using such a malevolent object would lead to disdain, ostracization, and accusations of a corrupted heart.