After Becoming The Master In A Master-Disciple Novel - Chapter 1

Wei Hanzhen’s situation was very bad.

In the celadon teacup before her, only half of the clear, rippling water remained… As for the other half, it had naturally gone into her stomach.

She lowered her head and looked at what she was wearing. Elegant and antiquated… This was absolutely not the sort of thing she would ever wear, all right? Sure, when she watched dramas, she had envied those long, fluttering sleeves and the way people rode clouds through the mist, but she had never once thought of actually putting it into practice.

Her legs were a little numb, and there were strange, needle-like pains all over her body. They were still within the range she could endure, but the question was, why did she have to suffer like this in the first place? She braced herself against the small table, wanting to stand, but in the next moment, a wave of dizziness swept over her like the tide and sent her falling back down. The dull thud startled even herself.

The unfamiliar surroundings and unfamiliar clothes made Wei Hanzhen deeply uncomfortable. She looked around blankly, then suddenly heard the faint chiming of ornaments.

A strange little girl walked in… Thirteen or fourteen years old. To Wei Hanzhen, that still counted as a child. Her pink dress set off her innocent smile, her eyes were dark as ink, and her features looked as if they had been carved from jade and dusted with powder. She was terribly adorable.

But Wei Hanzhen had no heart to admire her right now, because the two words the little girl spoke—“Master”—struck her like a bolt of lightning.

She had no idea how to answer, so she simply pressed her lips together and said nothing.

Disappointment crossed the girl’s face. She pursed her lips, lit the incense to the side, and withdrew.

Wei Hanzhen maintained her composure. She pressed her fingers against her forehead and ruled out the possibility that she had been kidnapped or that someone was playing a prank on her. She stayed at home all year round, had no family or friends, and naturally had no enemies either. What had she been doing before this? It seemed like she had been reading a novel. She had failed to control her emotions and had ended up cursing both the author and the female lead.

Just as she was trying to recall it, her head suddenly began to ache and swell. Countless memories that did not belong to her flooded into her mind, and Wei Hanzhen finally realized what had happened.

She had transmigrated into a book.

Into the very novel she had just been cursing.

And she had become the pitiful master inside it!

As everyone knew, on Green River, “master” was a high-risk profession. And that novel just so happened to be a model example of master-disciple fiction. Its title was The Rebellious Disciple Always Wants to Overstep. From that alone, one could tell how miserable the master in the story was!

Wei Hanzhen had gone into it because of the “feel-good story” tag. For the female lead, Yuyan, it was indeed a feel-good story. But for the master, this was completely a tragedy!

The master in the novel happened to share her full name, Wei Hanzhen. It was hard for Wei Hanzhen not to put herself in that character’s shoes, so naturally, she had been furious.

She had not finished reading the novel yet, but she knew the master’s condition at the beginning like the back of her hand.

No, not the master’s condition anymore. Her own condition.

She was not angry at all.

She just wanted to die a little.

This was a cultivation world. This continent was called the Nine Provinces. Countless sects stood across the Nine Provinces, and among them, Changguan Sect, which had stood tall for several thousand years, was without question the number one sect.

The original owner of this body had an illustrious identity. She was the only daughter of the previous sect leader. Though young, she had already become the peak lord of Pengxuan Peak. Her talent was extraordinary. Before even reaching two hundred years old, she had already achieved the Nascent Soul stage… Unfortunately, not long ago, something had gone wrong during her cultivation. She suffered qi deviation and fell from Nascent Soul back down to Golden Core.

Changguan Sect had been passed down for ten thousand years and was now under its fifth-generation sect leader. Beneath the sect leader were one hall, three peaks, and six courtyards. As one of the three peak lords, Wei Hanzhen’s qi deviation should not have been that big of a problem.

But unfortunately, the disciples under her were not the obedient sort. One by one, they had begun to stir up trouble.

Her eldest disciple, Suwei, was an emotionless robot. Oh, no—not entirely. When it came to gold, silver, jade, and magical treasures, she still possessed a heart of blazing passion. As Wei Hanzhen’s first disciple, her cultivation was without question the highest among the three sisters. She neither came to offer greetings nor went out to search for medicine for her master. She only waited for her master to breathe her last so she could inherit the estate.

As for the second disciple, Qingsheng? She had no conflict with her senior sister. She could do without magical treasures and spirit stones, but she had her eye on the position of peak lord! And above the peak lords was the sect leader. In the past, she had often encouraged her master, saying that since Wei Hanzhen was the only daughter of the previous sect leader, the position of sect leader ought to be hers. She was another little ingrate.

As for the third disciple, Yuyan—

The smiling face of the girl in pink suddenly surfaced in Wei Hanzhen’s mind.

She was the female lead of The Rebellious Disciple Always Wants to Overstep. She was only fourteen right now, but she already understood worldly affairs. She had been raised by her master, and her possessiveness had only grown stronger with age. At this very moment, she was already thinking about locking her master up in a dark room and doing this and that to her.

In the original book, she had indeed succeeded.

Because there were only the three of them as disciples on Pengxuan Peak. The sect leader was too busy running around to pay attention to her junior sister. As for the two unfilial disciples—not becoming accomplices was already their greatest act of mercy. No one could expect them to do anything else.

This situation made Wei Hanzhen shudder.

After receiving all the memories, matters of cultivation also came to Wei Hanzhen as if she had learned them without a teacher. This world’s cultivation realms were divided into seven major stages: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Origin Transformation, Cave Heaven, and Spirit Refining.

With the original owner’s aptitude, achieving Nascent Soul before two hundred years old was considered rare in the world. But the author of this book had no intention of letting her off. A perfectly good Nascent Soul expert had suddenly fallen back to the Golden Core stage, putting her cultivation roughly on par with her eldest disciple’s.

Wei Hanzhen let out a long breath.

She had absolutely no desire to follow the plot.

The room was filled with the lingering scent of incense. Her head once again began to grow heavy and muddled. Wei Hanzhen pressed both hands against her temples, then suddenly jolted.

That little thing who had come in earlier had to be her third disciple, Yuyan.

And she had lit the incense?

Right now, Wei Hanzhen had just suffered qi deviation, her cultivation had fallen sharply, and she was at her weakest—in other words, the plot had already advanced to its first key point. She would unknowingly fall asleep, and by the time she woke again, she would have lost her freedom!

This realization made Wei Hanzhen tremble. Her muddled mind instantly cleared.

She did not know what kind of drug had been added to the incense, but in any case, she could not stay in this room. Forcing herself to stand, Wei Hanzhen staggered outside and ran—

Thanks to Pengxuan Peak’s “quiet and deserted” setting, there was not even a guarding attendant nearby.

The mountain peak stood like a sword, towering into the clouds.

The mountain wind blowing against her face cleared Wei Hanzhen’s mind, but along with it came an even stranger, indescribable sensation.

Help!

What on earth had that damned little ingrate drugged her with?

There was no one around, but everyone here was a cultivator. Who knew when some little brat might suddenly barge over? Following the method in her memories, Wei Hanzhen spread her divine sense in all directions.

There were people in several directions!

And that rebellious disciple Yuyan was happily walking back!

Was that little traitor happy because she was about to succeed? Wei Hanzhen was furious. But in her current state, forget teaching that rebellious disciple a lesson—whether she could preserve her own freedom was already a problem!

After letting the wind blow over her for a moment, she headed without hesitation in the only direction where there was no one.

The halls and pavilions on Pengxuan Peak were scattered all over. Even Wei Hanzhen, the peak lord herself, was not entirely sure what was where.

She had only just had her entire worldview reshaped, and on top of that, she had inhaled too much of the drugged incense. Her head was murky, and she had no way to identify her direction. She passed through a quiet courtyard, reached out, and pushed open a door.

This room had been carved into the mountain wall. From the outside, it looked richly decorated, with painted beams and carved rafters—splendid and magnificent. But from the inside, all one could see were solemn stone walls, a stone table… and utter simplicity.

The only furnishing was a folding screen.

Wei Hanzhen held her breath. Her gaze landed on the screen.

There was a shadow there.

Someone was sitting behind it!

Wei Hanzhen’s face was flushed, and even her breathing had turned unbearably hot. Her weak, aching legs could no longer support her, and she could only lean against the stone wall to keep herself upright. The sharp stabbing pains caused by qi deviation had vanished from her body, replaced by a wave of tingling heat and thirst.

Circulating spiritual power did not ease it in the slightest.

In fact, it only added fuel to the fire!

Wei Hanzhen had already realized something was wrong. She wanted to turn and run, but her legs seemed nailed to the ground.

Was there any transmigrator more unlucky than her?

Was the “tragic novel” label stuck to her body and impossible to peel off?

The woman sitting behind the screen had already risen. She slowly walked around the screen and appeared before Wei Hanzhen.

Her white clothes were cold and pristine. Her brows and eyes were equally cold. Her skin was snow-white, and her eyes were pitch-black, like drops of ink. She was like the snow that covered heaven and earth in the depths of winter, all mercilessness and chill.

Wei Hanzhen felt as if icy water from a cold pool in a desolate ravine had been poured over her from head to toe.

She remembered now.

This was the residence of her eldest disciple.

The emotionless sword-drawing machine.

Was this not too unlucky?!

Judging from that utterly emotionless gaze, it looked as if Suwei might stab her straight through in the very next moment. That bone-piercing chill managed to suppress the tingling heat and suggestive haze after all. Wei Hanzhen moved her trembling legs and slowly began to inch away.

“Master has come to this disciple’s residence. Is there some important matter?” Suwei’s icy voice sounded.

Wei Hanzhen: “……”

Could she say she had gone the wrong way?

The pressure this eldest disciple gave off was extremely strong. Alarm bells rang loudly in Wei Hanzhen’s mind. In the past, the original owner had been extremely gentle toward her disciples, almost granting whatever they asked for. But Wei Hanzhen…

She could not do that at all.

The moment she thought of the plot, she grew angry.

She straightened her body, but as soon as she opened her mouth, what came out was a soft, helpless whimper.

Wei Hanzhen: “……”

Damn this drug!

Suwei’s gaze lowered from top to bottom, then slowly rose again and fixed on Wei Hanzhen’s face.

“Master has been drugged? Why not go find Junior Sister?”

Changguan Sect had fixed rules. Even disciples personally brought back by the peak lords had to cultivate in Yinghua Courtyard until they reached Foundation Establishment. Only then would they have a chance to be chosen by the three peaks and become direct disciples.

Whether it was Suwei or Qingsheng, both had spent several years training in Yinghua Courtyard.

If there was one exception, it was Yuyan.

When she was still in swaddling clothes, the original owner had rescued her and kept her by her side ever since. The fire-attribute cultivation method she practiced had also been personally chosen by the original owner.

Yet even so, who knew where Yuyan had learned all her drugging skills? Wei Hanzhen’s current sorry state was all thanks to her.

“Eldest Senior Sister—”

Just as Wei Hanzhen was thinking this, that sweet and innocent voice drifted over. But to Wei Hanzhen, it was undoubtedly the voice of a demon.

“Eldest Senior Sister, have you seen Master?”

Yuyan did not rashly enter. Instead, she stood outside the cave residence.

Suwei’s usually ice-like expression actually softened a little, revealing a faint smile.

When Wei Hanzhen saw her look like that, she was instantly horrified. Ignoring her current state, she lunged toward Suwei and reached out to cover her mouth.

She had nearly forgotten.

As the female lead of the novel, Yuyan had the setting of someone beloved by the entire group. Even the emotionless Suwei treated her extremely well.

How had it been written in the book?

—“Junior Sister’s life has been pitiful, and she was born so soft, pink, and pretty. Who knows how many people would covet her? As the first disciple of Pengxuan Peak, I cannot let anyone bully her.”

Then why were they so good at bullying their own master?

Suwei frowned. She did not like this kind of closeness. However, when she pushed Wei Hanzhen, she ultimately failed to move her.

Besides, Master’s body was burning hot, and she did not look quite right. She was also rejecting Third Junior Sister so strongly. Could it be that Third Junior Sister had drugged her?

Suwei quickly understood. A look of comprehension flashed through her eyes.

Toward Yuyan, who was still waiting outside, she said calmly, “I do not know.”

Yuyan did not suspect her. She smiled and said, “Then I’ll go take a look at Second Senior Sister’s place.”

Master was injured, had taken medicine, and had also breathed in that incense. Presumably, she could not have gone far.