Chapter 3: A Devoted Disciple’s Performance

Although Mu An had to participate in the sect tournament, according to his yandere persona, the first thing he did upon waking was not to prepare for the competition but to go attend to his master.

Since he had been physically punished by his master just yesterday, he now had to act humble and obedient.

Carrying the washing supplies, he stood outside his master’s room, his lashes slightly lowered and his voice soft and gentle.

“Master, your disciple Mu An has come to attend to your morning wash.”

In the cultivation world, who needed to wash with water? A single cleansing spell could leave you completely clean from head to toe.

But for some reason, ever since Mu An had come to this world, every time he offered to attend to his master’s washing, his master never refused. Perhaps his master was particularly fastidious and disliked using cleansing spells.

“Enter.” Shen Shengqing’s voice was short and firm.

Hearing this, Mu An couldn’t help but curl his lips. [What a carefree master.]

[Just yesterday he punished his disciple, and today the disciple comes rushing to serve him, yet he so easily lets him in.]

[In the eyes of a yandere disciple, isn’t this just the master indulging and seducing him?]

Mu An schooled his expression, pushed open the wooden door, and strode into the inner room.

There sat his ice-cold master at the head of the bed, his inner robe slightly open, exposing a large expanse of skin, his ink-black hair cascading down, his brows and eyes cold and clear.

Mu An lowered his gaze slightly, placed the basin on the stand, and gently wrung out the handkerchief.

The lean young man leaned down before his master, kneeling on one knee.

His warm fingertips gently lifted his master’s face, applied the handkerchief, and wiped the cold brows and eyes, the straight nose bridge, and the soft lips.

A hint of intense possessiveness surfaced in Mu An’s eyes as he dutifully played his yandere role.

But he didn’t notice that his master’s hands, resting on his lap, were continuously tightening.

When Mu An put down the handkerchief and turned to rinse it, the person behind him lifted his lashes slightly, his dark pupils hiding a maddening desire.

Shen Shengqing’s Adam’s apple rolled slightly. He parted his lips and silently released a breath of longing.

[My little disciple is seducing me again.]

Mu An brought the mouthwash. Shen Shengqing, his expression entirely indifferent, simply rinsed his mouth. Afterwards, the disciple gently wiped away the moisture from the corners of his lips.

“Master, your disciple will go prepare for the sect tournament now.” Having completed his daily tasks, Mu An was eager to extricate himself.

Then he heard his master’s cold voice. “Does yesterday’s injury still hurt?”

[Oh, Master, Master, don’t you know that words like these only encourage your yandere disciple?]

[In a web novel for women, behavior like yours would get you pinned down by your yandere disciple.]

Mu An grumbled inwardly, then looked up with a faint sparkle in his eyes. “Master…”

“Master, your disciple doesn’t hurt. As long as Master isn’t angry, your disciple can do anything.”

Shen Shengqing watched that soft mouth open and close, vaguely revealing a hint of the red tongue inside, and felt his throat go dry.

“Anything?” Shen Shengqing echoed.

Mu An excitedly stepped forward a few paces. “Master, you can do anything you wish.”

Shen Shengqing gave a soft laugh. “Go prepare for the sect tournament.”

[Just as I thought—my cold, aloof master only cares about results.]

Disappointed, Mu An lowered his eyes and accepted the order. “Yes, Master. Your disciple will not let Master down. I will take first place.”

Mu An took the washing supplies and respectfully withdrew from the room.

A short while later, the master sitting on the bed raised his hand slightly and touched his own collar. “Tch… more and more perfunctory by the day. Today he even forgot to dress me.”

[He acts so devoted and affectionate, but when it comes to things that truly benefit me, he always misses the details.]

Sect tournament.

The venue was packed with people. On the high platform, the peak masters gathered together, discussing who would take first place in this competition.

The Peak Master of Yunhe Peak was a stern, unsmiling female cultivator—Yi Chen.

“Shen Shengqing, your disciple’s footwork seems to have declined. It’s not as agile as before,” Yi Chen commented coldly.

Shen Shengqing’s expression was calm. “Your own disciple seems to have been stuck at the Golden Core stage for quite some time. Don’t always focus solely on your own cultivation—you need to consider your disciple more.”

Upon hearing this, Yi Chen shot him a glance and snorted coldly. “A solid foundation is better than forcing breakthroughs with miraculous pills and elixirs.”

Everyone in Qingyun Sect knew that Shen Shengqing was extremely generous with his only personal disciple. In just three short years, he had nurtured Mu An from the early Golden Core stage to its peak.

He poured every kind of heavenly treasure and earthly material into Mu An as if they cost nothing.

“Mu An is exceptionally gifted. Even if the same resources were given to others, they wouldn’t be as efficient as Mu An.” Shen Shengqing looked at Mu An with appreciation.

He didn’t feel the least bit wrong about providing his disciple with abundant resources.

Yi Chen let out a cold sneer. “How about a wager? Let’s bet on which of them will take first place in this sect tournament.”

“Fine,” Shen Shengqing replied lightly.

He felt no pressure whatsoever.

His disciple had never disappointed his expectations. Mu An said he would take first place, and so he would.

Down in the arena.

Mu An’s high ponytail of ink-black hair fluttered in the wind. He wore a green robe cinched at the waist and held twin swords, his bearing heroic and dashing.

Opposite him stood the senior disciple of Yunhe Peak—Yunnan You.

The man was dressed in plain white, his features warm and gentle, his long hair half tied up. He held the Cloudborne Sword in his hand, his smile calm and mild.

“Junior Brother Mu An, please grant me your guidance.”

“Senior Brother Yun, after you—”

As the gong sounded, Mu An shot toward Yunnan You like a sharp arrow.

Yunnan You immediately flew backward, his long sword swiftly parrying the attacks of the twin blades.