Chapter 119#

The Disciple’s Rebirth and Revenge#

“Master… it hurts so much…”

“Save me…”

“Xiao Nian, Xiao Nian, Xiao Nian… I hate…”

Lin Xiaodong woke up from a nightmare, drenched in sweat.

Cold, endless cold.

In the darkness, the youth gasped violently. Countless images flashed before his eyes, both desperate love and bone-deep hatred after betrayal. All sorts of emotions intertwined, so intense they almost suffocated him.

This was Lin Xiaodong’s first time truly feeling the emotions of a small world’s host. He had to cover his chest and took a long time to calm down the overly intense emotions.

But he suddenly realized that he couldn’t feel his heart beating in his chest.

Not only that, the space here was square, cramped, and stuffy. The familiar shape made him instinctively pat the wooden board above. Finally, Lin Xiaodong confirmed it—he had been nailed alive into a coffin.

System: “Are you sure it’s alive?”

Lin Xiaodong was stunned. What, if he wasn’t alive, could he be dead?

But when he finished reading the world’s data in the darkness, he fell silent.

In this world, he was indeed a “dead man.”

The story was quite cliché. A young man from a humble background suddenly rose to prominence. At the initiation ceremony, he was recognized as the master by the legendary Cloudsoaring Sword. Not only did he receive the sect’s full cultivation, but he was also accepted as the Immortal Venerable’s only direct disciple, promising a boundless future.

And he himself was very promising. Although his talent wasn’t the most outstanding among his peers, when it came to diligence, no one could surpass him. Especially as the senior disciple, he was never arrogant or bullying, treated people gently and politely, taught his junior disciples everything he knew, and drew his sword to help when he encountered injustice. He was practically a model kind immortal sect disciple.

But what the youth didn’t know was that the moment he was chosen by the Cloudsoaring Sword, it meant he was destined to be abandoned.

This world was divided into three main parts: the mortal realm, the immortal realm, and the demon realm. The countless demonic creatures in the demon realm were enough to destroy the entire world hundreds of times. Therefore, only by offering sacrifices to the Heavenly Dao every hundred years could the invasion of the demon realm be delayed.

Thus, from the moment the Cloudsoaring Sword was forged, it was destined that none of its masters would come to a good end.

As for the sect’s cultivation of him, that was merely hoping he could last a little longer during the process of sacrificing his soul.

The cruelest was Immortal Venerable Xiao Nian. He had clearly cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness and had long since severed emotions and love. In order to make his disciple obediently offer himself as a sacrifice, he even exploited the youth’s admiration for him, feigning intimacy and affection. On their wedding day, he drugged the youth and sent him into the sacrificial array.

Lin Xiaodong silently touched the wedding attire on his body, finding it hard to imagine what the youth must have felt when he woke up from his drunken stupor, only to find himself stuffed into a coffin, forced to watch helplessly in endless darkness as the array slowly eroded his soul.

Hate?

Of course, he hated.

The youth had always been kind and upright, and Immortal Venerable Xiao Nian had always taught him so.

He worshipped his master more than anyone, so despite his admiration, he never dared to voice it. It was Xiao Nian himself who said he had feelings for him, only then did he dare to express all the love he had suppressed in his heart for years.

But who knew that a sincere heart would only lead to an absurd dream.

“System, how do I get out?” he asked in a low voice.

Lin Xiaodong had already tried. Even with his hands bleeding, he couldn’t pry open the coffin lid even a tiny bit.

His good master was probably afraid he would escape, so he had actually nailed seventeen coffin nails into the coffin lid!

System: “Wait. On the full moon night three days from now, the power of the array will be weakened. I’ll help you escape then, but it might cost some points. This world, like the last one, is a high-magic world, so be careful.”

“…I know.”

Lin Xiaodong was still processing the surging emotions within him. He thought to himself, no matter what, that idiotic Immortal Venerable couldn’t possibly be Gu Xi, right? He could feel that the youth’s greatest wish before death was to personally kill Xiao Nian. The most painful thing for him was that the one he loved was not human, yet he still felt affection in his heart when he thought of the other.

“Scum isn’t worth it,” he muttered, rolling up his sleeves. “Just wait, I definitely won’t hold back!”

But not long after, Lin Xiaodong deflated.

Although his body was now that of a dead person, his consciousness was still clear. Even knowing he would regain freedom in three days, being trapped in a coffin, unable to move, was hard enough.

In the darkness, if the system hadn’t chatted with him constantly, Lin Xiaodong would have suspected that several years had passed, and his mind was already a bit hazy. The time the youth spent in the coffin would only have been longer than his.

During this period of extreme quiet, memories of the youth’s time in Cloudsoaring Sect would occasionally flash through his mind: his patience and meticulousness when sparring with his junior disciples, his attentiveness and gentleness when caring for his master, and the tender intimacy on their wedding night after they confirmed their relationship… The red candles flickered, and the youth in his memory looked at his master lying beside him, smiling foolishly and happily in his drunken haze.

He still couldn’t quite believe it, cautiously reaching out his hand to intertwine his fingers with the man’s, asking softly, as if to confirm that this wasn’t just a dream. The other merely lowered his gaze, and without a word, intertwined their hair, tying it around each other’s pinky fingers, symbolizing a shared life and an unending destiny.

Looking back now, it was nothing short of ironic.

Xiao Nian was so perfunctory in his indifference, always a man of few words, rarely even smiling in his presence. From beginning to end, he merely said, “I intend to become your Dao companion,” which made him so overjoyed and eager… ultimately leading to such a soul-shattering end.

Lin Xiaodong just watching it almost made him furious.

Finally, the night of the third day arrived. In the wilderness, accompanied by the trembling of the earth, a pale, emaciated hand wedged itself into the crack of the coffin lid, and violently pried the wooden board open.

A young man dressed in a large red wedding gown slowly sat up from the coffin. His face was gaunt, his body skeletal. His originally delicate features looked incredibly haggard and terrifying. His withered long hair was scattered over his shoulders, and his amber eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

After a long while, the youth extended his scarred fingers and gently touched his eyes, finally confirming that he was indeed blind.

The array had consumed his soul. Now, he was merely a remnant soul, unwilling to dissipate, stubbornly holding on to a breath to return to the world for revenge.

“Xiao Nian, Cloudsoaring Sect…”

He murmured these unforgettable names, groping his way out of the coffin. Because he couldn’t yet use his spiritual sense, he stumbled several times over the spirit stones on the ground, but his weak body felt no pain.

This was a dead man’s body.

The youth lowered his head, touched the gold ornaments all over his body, then suddenly sneered and pulled them all to the ground. Like throwing away trash, he stumbled away from the tomb that buried his past, without looking back.

Spring passed and autumn came.

The annual Cloudsoaring Sect disciple selection began again. In the small town at the foot of the mountain, young people from all directions gathered, hoping that one day they would be favored by the immortals and embark on the path to immortality.

Among the bustling crowd on the Immortal Ascension Path, a pale and thin youth blended in, appearing remarkably ordinary compared to the other princes, nobles, and rogue cultivators who already possessed some cultivation.

—Except for his tightly closed eyes.

For a blind person, normal people with empathy would always feel a faint pity in their hearts. Of course, many also secretly grumbled, What’s a blind person doing here? It’s ridiculous.

The youth pretended not to hear these comments.

He quietly held the bamboo staff in his hand, tapping it step by step on the stairs, ascending at his own pace, seemingly unaffected by the surging crowd around him.

“This child possesses immortal qualities,” the Sect Master exclaimed, seeing this scene through a water mirror.

He turned his head, looking at the white-robed Immortal Venerable standing indifferently beside him. Thinking of something, his eyes flickered, and he asked with a gentle expression, “Xiao Nian, do you have a preferred candidate?”