Chapter 1: Assigned the Role of a Yandere

[Please complete the task: Show a yandere smile after being whipped by your master.]

By now, Mu An had achieved a state of inner calm when facing the strange tasks issued by the system.

Mu An knelt on the ground, his dark hair cascading like a waterfall, wearing only white inner robes that faintly revealed a pale expanse of collarbone.

On his beautiful face, a pair of amorous peach-blossom eyes shimmered with a hint of tears—a truly stirring sight.

Mu An looked up, his expression full of pitiful sorrow, at the man sitting upright on the chair, his master who embodied the wind and the moon.

Shen Shengqing was the Peak Master of Qingjian Peak, the revered Wanghua Immortal Venerable admired by the world. He carried the bearing of an immortal, with a temperament like a snowy mountain—solemn, pure, and cold.

He possessed the most peerlessly beautiful face in the world, yet also the coldest heart.

“Do you know your wrongs?” Shen Shengqing’s expression was placid, as if nothing could stir his thoughts.

The calmer he appeared, the more Mu An suspected that his yandere role-playing wasn’t perfect enough—otherwise, how could the other man remain so composed with him?

“Master~” Mu An’s eyelids trembled slightly, but beneath them lurked a hint of madness. “Your disciple knows his crime. I beg you, punish me.”

Shen Shengqing took a calm sip of tea and parted his lips lightly. “State your wrongs yourself.”

Mu An’s ear tips flushed faintly, and his lashes flickered. Although he had done those things to complete the mission, now that he had to say them aloud in front of the victim, his skin still felt a bit thin.

Shen Shengqing wasn’t in a hurry. His cool gaze slid slowly across the youth’s eyes, nose, and finally lingered on the slightly open collar, his expression perfectly composed.

“Your disciple… your disciple shouldn’t have peeked at Master bathing,” Mu An said, timorously lifting his eyes to check his master’s expression.

Seeing no trace of shyness on his master’s face, Mu An felt deflated inside.

He gave up and confessed bluntly. “And I definitely shouldn’t have stolen Master’s underwear.”

Shen Shengqing’s lashes fluttered, and his fingers paused on the teacup. “Anything else?”

“I shouldn’t have used a memory stone to record Master’s beautiful back while he was bathing,” Mu An ventured again.

Shen Shengqing’s lips curved faintly, his expression unreadable—neither angry nor pleased. “Only the back?”

“……” Mu An was silent for a moment.

Then Shen Shengqing picked up the whip from the table and slowly rose. Mu An instinctively flinched, but remembering his persona, his smile became even brighter.

“Master, are you finally going to punish me?” The anticipation in his eyes suggested that what was coming wasn’t punishment at all, but a reward he had long awaited.

Shen Shengqing’s fingers wrapped around the whip, yet his face showed no emotion whatsoever—exuding only the cold, heartless chill of detachment.

Mu An almost broke character. He felt that his master, when fierce, was truly terrifying.

Shen Shengqing leaned down slightly, the black whip gently pressing against Mu An’s chin, accentuating the youth’s pale, delicate skin.

Shen Shengqing pressed his thin lips together and slowly lifted Mu An’s chin, his gaze wandering over the youth’s brows and eyes. “Do you truly repent?”

“Master, your disciple knows his wrongs,” Mu An said, his seductive eyes quivering. “I wouldn’t dare do it again.”

Shen Shengqing slowly straightened up. “Ten strikes. Count them yourself. If you miscount, we start over from the beginning.”

Hearing this, Mu An’s fingers trembled slightly, and his face flushed faintly. “Thank you for your guidance, Master.”

Crack—The whip landed on his body, and Mu An couldn’t help but hiss softly.

Shen Shengqing’s hand on the whip relaxed slightly.

But then Mu An’s voice came, tinged with a smiling invitation, “Master, one.”

Shen Shengqing struck again with cold indifference, but the force was noticeably lighter each time.

After the tenth strike, in order to maintain his yandere persona, Mu An hesitated over whether to pretend to miscount so that his master would whip him ten more times.

After all, he had activated the system’s pain-blocking function—no matter how much he was hit, it wouldn’t hurt.

However, before he could speak, Shen Shengqing ended it for him. “Ten strikes are done. Withdraw now.”

Hearing this, Mu An had no choice but to rise and take his leave. In his raised brows and eyes, the corners carried a seductive satisfaction. “Thank you, Master.”

The doors and windows closed. The cold, detached master sat alone on the high chair, his fingertip tracing the patterns on the whip again and again. His Adam’s apple rolled slightly.

Only after walking more than ten meters away did Mu An relax. He stretched his body and asked, “System, where’s the mission progress bar now?”

[Congratulations, Host, on completing the minor task. Current progress is 25%. Once we reach 100%, we will receive mission points and move on to the next world.]

Mu An had originally been a moderately famous professional actor in the modern world, most often cast in unlikable yandere roles.

The kind who loved so deeply that they imprisoned their beloved and forced obsession upon them.

Who knew that a work accident—a safety harness snapping mid-air—would send him to his death? When he opened his eyes, he found himself in this cultivation world as the senior disciple of the Wanghua Immortal Venerable.

The system he had bound to was the Yandere Villain System, which required him to play a yandere villain and commit various highly “criminal” yandere acts toward his cold and aloof master—including but not limited to: peeping at his master bathing, stealing his master’s clothing, and deeply inhaling their scent.

Shen Shengqing was the “pride of heaven” male lead of this world. In his early years, because he had a miscellaneous spiritual root, he was dumped by his genius fiancée and bullied by his clan’s juniors.

Eventually, he fell off a cliff, accidentally awakened a divine dragon bloodline, cleansed his spiritual root, and became a prodigy with extraordinary talent. He rose against all odds, slapping his detractors’ faces along the way, and became the Peak Master of Qingjian Peak, just one step away from reaching the Lianxu stage.