My Master Is a Great Dragon, Clinging to Me Every Day! - Chapter 1

“If you were given a choice, would you choose to transmigrate into a book?”

How strange.

A message suddenly appeared on Xu Zhiyi’s phone.

At that moment, she was reading a novel on an app. The sudden text notification made her pause for a second.

Where did this spam message come from?!

The ads stuffed into novel apps were already annoying enough, okay? Since when did they start shoving things into text messages too?

Heavens above, she swore on her conscience.

She definitely did not have any bad habits, such as browsing some unknown little websites or anything like that. Cough, cough. How could something like that possibly leak personal information?

Xu Zhiyi reached out and swiped away the message that had popped up, then lowered her head and continued reading her novel. In the blink of an eye, ten minutes passed.

She was completely absorbed, and her feet moved quickly beneath her.

Just as the villain was about to expose the female lead’s master’s identity, then—

Her phone screen suddenly went black.

It was that message again. It popped up once more.

“If you were given a choice, would you choose to transmigrate into a book?”

Was this ever going to end? Which unscrupulous company had sent so many messages to her phone? It couldn’t be because she usually liked to play a few trashy little mobile games when she had nothing better to do, right?

And registered them with her phone number.

Serves her right this time!

Xu Zhiyi ignored it again and swiped it away. She was very excited and was just about to read the next chapter, but before she could even turn the page, a stinky, long thirty-second ad popped up.

Damn it!

She had just gotten to the good part!

The story had reached the point where one of the female lead’s master’s unfilial disciples—who was actually an insignificant vicious female supporting character—was, for the sake of some wild man from the demonic sect she liked, accusing her own master of being a traitor without caring about right or wrong.

The master wore an indigo-blue robe and a silver hair crown. The crown was delicately carved with magnolia flowers, so lifelike they seemed real.

Her brows and eyes were elegant and refined, like distant mountains brushed with ink. She carried a faint air of immortal grace, like a lotus rising from clear water.

She held her sword and pointed it at the disciple kneeling in the middle of the great hall—the disciple she had personally taught.

Her eyes were red.

They were filled with disappointment.

“Wicked disciple, you have truly disappointed your master beyond measure!”

She had taught her step by step and cared for her with painstaking devotion. Yet she had never expected that one day, all of her earnest effort would lead to an ending like this.

In front of all the sect elders, this disciple pointed at her and slandered her with every vile word possible.

Nothing but filthy insults.

“Yi’er, I never thought you would hate your master to this extent. From this day forward, you and I, master and disciple… shall sever all ties!”

After saying that, a ball of light condensed in her palm. A delicate little bell fell into the hand of the woman in the indigo-blue robe.

Her fingers tightened forcefully.

Crimson blood seeped out between her fingers, like red plum blossoms in winter. The silver bell was completely crushed.

“Hmph! You demon woman, I don’t care about having you as my master! You’re not human at all! You’re a demon!”

The girl screamed hysterically.

There was not even the slightest trace of her former gentle and pitiful appearance.

What?

When Xu Zhiyi read up to this point, she frowned.

Something was wrong. Something was wrong. Why did this female supporting character’s name also have the character “Yi” in it?

It had to be a coincidence. It had to be a coincidence, right?

She refused to believe there could be something so absurd under heaven.

As someone who often read novels, Xu Zhiyi had of course heard of the urban legend that made countless netizens tremble in fear—and weep with joy—about transmigrating into a book when a character shared your name.

However, because she had been distracted by that thought, Xu Zhiyi did not pay attention to the road beneath her feet. Suddenly, she stepped on something soft and mushy.

Before Xu Zhiyi could react, the sole of her foot slipped. She stepped on dog poop and pitched forward. Even the glasses perched on the bridge of her nose became crooked because of her ridiculous movement.

Damn it, wasn’t there an open sewer up ahead with its manhole cover stolen?!

Xu Zhiyi tried her hardest to stop her body from falling forward because of inertia. Unfortunately, human willpower could never defeat physics.

A foul, fishy stench rushed into her nose.

Splash!

It was pitch-black and so deep she could not see the bottom. Everything before her eyes sank into darkness.

In the final moment before Xu Zhiyi lost consciousness, she mourned inwardly.

Was there anyone in the world who had died more miserably than her?

Because she had lowered her head to read a novel, she stepped right into dog poop. Then, because some immoral bastard had removed a manhole cover, the lubricating power of the dog poop sent her sliding straight into the sewer!

She was practically crying tears of blood.

When the time came for her relatives and friends to come identify her body… forget it. If she had to die in such a humiliating way, she might as well rot in the sewer!

After an unknown amount of time passed, Xu Zhiyi realized that her brain was actually still conscious.

Could it be that she hadn’t died?

Had someone fished her out, carried her to the hospital, and had a doctor use miraculous, life-saving medical skills to pull her back from the gates of hell?

No, wait.

Why did her knees hurt so much?

And it was so cold. Her fingers groped around on the ground, but what she touched was not the hospital bed she had imagined, nor was it the muddy filth of the sewer.

Then this place was…

She used all her strength to open her eyes.

What entered her vision was an incomparably grand and imposing sect hall. Vermilion-painted pillars stood tall, carved with dragons and painted phoenixes. Behind the seats was a row of standing screens. On them were elegant, forceful brush characters, written with soaring strokes.

This… why was this ancient times?

And not just any ancient times. It was the kind with a magnificent, solemn great hall, carved beams, painted rafters, and an awe-inspiring atmosphere.

Xu Zhiyi looked at the person seated above. They had white hair but a youthful face, and wore an indigo-blue robe that was incomparably gorgeous. At a glance, it was obvious this person’s status was not low.

The sect leader sitting in the seat was clearly extremely dissatisfied with the disciple’s attitude. His brows furrowed, and his voice rang out like a great bell.

“Why are you staring at this venerable one like that?”

“If you have resentment in your heart, why not speak it openly?”

His dignified presence carried authority even without anger.

All the disciples standing inside the hall lowered their heads in unison, not daring to look at the sect leader’s expression at all.

What resentment?

Xu Zhiyi was still a little dazed, but she immediately realized that the lines spoken by the person seated in the hall sounded very familiar.

It seemed like she had seen them somewhere before…

Fragments of memory suddenly rushed into her mind.

That was right. It was from the novel she had been reading, After Dual Cultivation, I Became Invincible Under Heaven.

Because she had been constantly harassed by text messages, and because misfortune had struck her one after another, Xu Zhiyi’s heart skipped a beat.

No way… could this supporting character also be called Xu Zhiyi?

Then her transmigrating into the book would make perfect sense!

That sentence floated through her mind again.

“If you were given a choice, would you choose to transmigrate into a book?”

Like demonic music piercing her ears. Like a devil’s whisper.

“Why aren’t you speaking anymore? Could it be that you have a guilty conscience?”

One of the elders standing directly beside the great hall stepped forward. With a flick of his long sleeve and a face full of resentment, he stretched out a finger and pointed at Xu Zhiyi, who was kneeling in the middle of the hall.

“With such disrespect toward your master and the Way, I think you must be sent to the sect’s water dungeon before you will confess truthfully!”

Although that person looked to be only around thirty years old, everything about the way he spoke and acted was old-fashioned and self-important. He carried himself with an air of lofty superiority.

“Junior Sister Chengxi, why don’t you decide what should be done?”

“Since she is your disciple, it would not be appropriate for us senior brothers to interfere too much in your private affairs.”

The sect leader shot a glare at Elder Qingsong, who had stepped out below the platform. Feeling helpless, he looked again at the woman standing to the side, his eyes filled with concern.

This youngest disciple of hers had always been the most disobedient one in the sect. She had truly worried them to death.