The Wicked Disciple Has Fallen Into Demonic Possession, And The Master Can No Longer Withstand It! - Chapter 2

The entire courtyard of disciples remained frozen in time.

Although these fellow disciples looked down on him with utter disdain, this place had been the only thing he could call home for the past three years. It was now the hour of the Dog, and the world outside was swallowed by darkness. For a moment, Yan Jue had no idea where he could go.

If he stayed, he would be alone. Aside from the beast-hearted Senior Brother inside the room, no one would stand by him. After this incident, he would have no place left in the Danyang Sect.

Five minutes was a short window. If he did not leave now, he would not be able to escape at all.

Without much further thought, he charged out of the courtyard gates, fleeing the Danyang Sect under the cover of night while wearing only a thin inner robe.

The nighttime temperature dropped rapidly, yet he felt an unbearable, parched heat. An unusual warmth radiated from within his body. Braving the oncoming cold wind, his already hazy mind grew even more muddled. The alternating waves of cold and heat tortured his nerves.

He ran for an unknown amount of time since the five minutes had long since passed.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, he looked back at the flickering lights of the Danyang Sect. Not knowing if Feng Yu would give chase, he had no choice but to keep running down the slope.

After running a bit further, the surroundings turned pitch black. He could see nothing. The biting chill of the night caused him to shiver violently. He thought of finding a temple at the base of the mountain to hide in, intending to worry about the future after surviving the night.

His plain white inner robe made him exceptionally conspicuous in the dark. As he moved through the woods, his nerves were pulled tight. Gradually, his strength began to fail. The combined assault of the drug and the cold caused stars to dance before his eyes. Finally, he came to a halt, leaning forward and panting heavily for breath.

Just then, Yan Jue sensed movement nearby. He keenly perceived a dangerous power approaching him, yet he could see nothing in the shadows.

Yan Jue panicked. Just as he was about to call the system, a pair of hands grabbed his waist. In an instant, the world spun around. He had no chance to see the face of the man who had picked him up like prey. He was hoisted onto the man’s shoulder. The only thing in his line of sight was the man’s long, stiff robe.

The man wore a coal-black robe with a row of decorative silver bells hanging from the hem. With the man’s movements, the bells emitted a soft, rhythmic chiming. Yet moments ago, Yan Jue had heard absolutely nothing, only the sound of a passing breeze. He had not even realized the man had reached his back.

“Let me go! Who are you? Let me go!”

Yan Jue’s voice trembled slightly as he twisted his body in unease. With his current low spiritual power and a physique that invited danger at every turn, he could not help but be terrified. They say people get picked up while drunk, but how could he be snatched just walking down the road? Could it be a mountain bandit looking for a quick thrill? But he was a man. Why pick him up?

The stranger did not seem like an ordinary bandit. The power radiating from him suppressed the meager cultivation within Yan Jue the moment he grabbed his waist, leaving Yan Jue weak and unable to break free.

The man did not answer. He simply carried him firmly on his shoulder toward a specific direction. Yan Jue could faintly sense an abnormal aura from the man, the turbid energy found only within the Demon Race. It was not surface filth, but a corrupt power that permeated the body.

The Demon Race? He had been captured by a demon? He had just escaped. Did he have to be this unlucky?

Yan Jue had no choice but to seek help. “Arno, who is this person?”

The system scanned for a few seconds before replying. “There is one piece of good news and one piece of bad news. Which would the host like to hear first?”

“The bad news?” His luck had been abysmal for three years, and tonight was the absolute worst.

“The man currently carrying you on his shoulder is the disciple you personally executed in your previous life: Qi Yelan, the current Demon Lord.”

“Who did you say?” Yan Jue could not believe his ears. He gasped while his voice felt airy. “The Demon Lord Qi Yelan? Why would he be here?”

This news was like a thunderclap to his soul. Feeling that the warm, living weight of the man beneath him was indeed Qi Yelan, his entire body could not help but shudder. Although he did not know this disciple well, he understood the context after inheriting the memories. The original Yan Jue had personally killed Qi Yelan, the disciple he had once been most proud of.

There was no need to wonder. This disciple must hate him to the bone. If he fell into those hands, there was no telling what kind of revenge he would suffer. An eye for an eye would be the simplest outcome.

“And the good news?” Yan Jue asked with a trembling voice.

“The good news is that he has not recognized you.” With that, the system slipped away.

“That counts as good news.” Yan Jue was about to let out a breath of relief when a problem struck him. Since Qi Yelan did not know he was his master, why had he kidnapped him?

Regarding this disciple, Yan Jue felt he deserved some justice. The boy was born with a Demonic Root. The original Yan Jue likely knew this before taking him in but had still nurtured him as a righteous Taoist cultivator with a heart of equality. But a Demonic Root is a Demonic Root. The truth was bound to come out eventually.

When that day came and all swords were pointed at the boy, Yan Jue, renowned as the Sect Leader who punished evil and promoted righteousness, was forced to put duty before family and personally execute the disciple he had raised for years. Despite the disciple’s desperate pleas, Yan Jue killed him for the sake of the greater good. The body was suppressed at the bottom of the Mountain Sea Valley. Because of this, Yan Jue was revered by the world and ascended to become Immortal Venerable Qingyan.

What the world did not know was that although he was ruthless, he secretly kept a wisp of the disciple’s soul and nurtured it. For this, the Heavenly Gods discovered him and secretly punished him with five bolts of heavenly thunder. Finally, when the soul was nearly restored, he hid the truth from the heavens and released him back to the lower realm. From beginning to end, he believed his disciple was not a source of calamity for the world. Being born with a Demonic Root was not an individual’s fault, and he hoped the boy would return to the human world.

Having transmigrated into this body, Yan Jue inherited everything: the memories and the feelings. According to the script, Yan Jue was a master of painstaking intentions, but in the eyes of the world and Qi Yelan, he was a cold executioner. He only hoped this disciple did not harbor too much resentment, or it would be difficult to reconcile later.

He was carried into a mountain cave. As the drug’s effects intensified, his consciousness began to blur. Along the way, no matter how he struggled or cried out, Qi Yelan remained deaf and indifferent. The only response was the tightening grip of the man’s hand.

Under the influence of the drug, he felt a strange sense of panic. Based on Yan Jue’s memories of Qi Yelan, the man was never frivolous. He had been a respectful, law-abiding disciple. But how he treated others now was a complete mystery.

What worried him most was whether Qi Yelan had sensed his Clear Jade Immortal Body. Otherwise, why would he carry him back without saying a word? Could it be that he also wanted to use this body for cultivation?

Qi Yelan carried him to the end of the cave where a door stood. Inside was a different world entirely.

“Qi Yelan, what exactly are you trying to do? Let me go!”

He had no idea what Qi Yelan intended. He only felt a deep sense of unease. Coupled with the drug’s effect, he was dizzy and distressed. His fingers gripped the man’s clothing tightly, and his palms and forehead were covered in a layer of fine sweat. His voice had unconsciously taken on a seductive, pleading quality that made his own skin crawl.

Worse yet, he had inadvertently blurted out Qi Yelan’s name.

The moment he spoke, he felt the man’s body stiffen noticeably. Qi Yelan spoke his first words to him.

“What did you say?”

The voice was exceptionally cold, carrying a sharp interrogation as if he did not view Yan Jue as a living person at all.