The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple
Bai Weiwei had no idea that her piece of skirt cloth had already aroused Ning Yishu’s suspicion.
She was still discussing the loopholes in the side quest with the system.
“In the novel, Bai Weiwei’s character setting was stupid and evil, the epitome of a cannon fodder whose brain was eaten by a dog. In other words, as long as I maintain this impression in front of Ning Yishu, it won’t be considered a collapse in character settings?”
System: “Yes, you just have to finish your part of the story’s plot, and let Ning Yishu think that your character setting is stupid and evil. As for other people, it doesn’t matter how much you mess up the side quest or OOC.”
Bai Weiwei earnestly thought about it. “Would the original host suddenly fall in love with Ning Yishu?”
System: “Don’t think about this kind of impossible thing. In the original host’s eyes, Ning Yishu is just a half-grown child.”
Bai Weiwei suddenly thought of something. “How old am I?”
It should have taken a long time to cultivate to early Nascent Soul stage.
System: “Way over a hundred years old.”
Over a hundred… over a hundred… way over?
The system reminded her with good intentions, “Ning Yishu is only 18.”
Bai Weiwei clutched her chest. Was this the old cow grazing on tender grass1?
No, no, it was like the old demoness of Black Hill2preying on a young boy.
The age difference was not cute at all.
System: “No big deal. In the cultivation cycle, thousands of years is a blink of an eye. Time is like a white horse crossing a gap, gone in a flash. A hundred year old cultivator is like a budding beauty3.”
Bai Weiwei: “Then what is the 18-year-old Ning Yishu? A fertilized egg?”
System: “…”
Bai Weiwei: “So my part in this plot is, while Ning Yishu is in Grand Heavens Mountain, to abuse him and beat him every day. Three months later, I take him to the pill furnace, but also make sure that the pill furnace’s quality is as terrible as tofu dregs so that he can escape. More importantly, when he escapes to the edge of the cliff, I need to make sure I beat him down with one hand?”
The Bai Weiwei in this story was simply an insignificant little villain.
Her part of the plot only amounted to that much.
Bai Weiwei concluded: your mom, millions of novels, and only a few tricks.
The villain targets the protagonist for no reason, the protagonist always jumps off a cliff or mountain, and runs into some great ancestor4 or exotic Qilin.
Then installing a plugin, steamrolling the villain, becoming an immortal, becoming god, and reaching the peak.
Wasn’t there anything new?
System: “Yeah, basically.”
Bai Weiwei: “What if, while I beat him, I kiss him?”
System: “Collapse in character settings.”
Bai Weiwei: “And if I was forced to do it?”
System: “?”
Bai Weiwei: “My character is unscrupulous, right? Ruthless and cruel, right?”
System: This was the first time it heard such a refreshing and unconventional way of describing oneself.
Bai Weiwei: “Suppose that I accidentally get poisoned, ah, or enter qi deviation, and I need pure yang energy to relieve it. Isn’t that being forced to push down Ning Yishu, and not a collapse in character settings?”
The system was dumbstruck. How was it that the host could think of this?
When most people hear that they can’t OOC, wouldn’t they strictly follow the plot and stick to the original character settings?
Bai Weiwei: “In any case, doing it because I had no choice, it can’t be treated as being OOC, right?”
System: “How do you want to be forced into it? Feed yourself spring medicine5?”
Bai Weiwei: “That idea’s not bad.”
System: “…”
Bai Weiwei thought back on her physical condition. “I’m a water single spiritual root, and my cultivation method is the Water Spirit Scripture. And this kind of cultivation method has a disadvantage; when my cultivation reaches a bottleneck, my internal qi will go out of control, and my body temperature will drop. Only pure yang or maybe fire spiritual energy can help me break through.”
This was also the reason why, three months later, the original host wanted to turn Ning Yishu into a pill.
Therefore, as long as she destroyed her body’s spiritual energy, she would fall into a crisis.
She could openly and frankly hug and kiss Ning Yishu, but still fool him into thinking that she was using him.
No OOC.
Kiss like usual, she didn’t believe that the favorability wouldn’t rise.
Suddenly, the system warned, “Not good, the male lead suspects that it was you who saved him. He’s pushing open the door to come in and launch a surprise attack.”
Bai Weiwei was puzzled. Then she looked down and noticed that a corner of her skirt was gone.
She thought of the piece of cloth Ning Yishu had torn off last night.
Bai Weiwei’s face changed. “I need to change clothes right now.”
If Ning Yishu came in and saw her torn skirt, how could he not figure it out?
Immediately, with neat and quick movements, she peeled off her skirt, then stuffed it under her bed.
The system alerted her, “Use a spell, ah, you can use a spell to transform your clothes.”
This bright white light1 would scare the little disciple to death, ah.
Bai Weiwei’s face looked confused, and she awkwardly changed. “I t-trans… transform… change clothes.”
The system couldn’t bear to look straight at her.
The clothes were changed out, but her work was shoddy, and it changed into an erotic, thin robe made of fine gauze.
The door suddenly opened.
Ning Yishu’s cold voice respectfully called out, “Shifu, your disciple came to pay respects.”
Ning Yishu very reluctantly came to find Bai Weiwei.
Because he knew that every time he came, he would be subjected to his master’s rolled eyes of disgust and rejection, as well as a beating.
But that jade pendant, that sweet smell, and that piece of white cloth.
He finally remembered that these were all Bai Weiwei’s things.
He thought about it, and there were even some vague expectations in his heart.
Did his master finally regard him in a different light and save him?
He bent down as he came through the door, but his eyes stealthily crept up.
Bai Weiwei always wore a white skirt. If she hadn’t yet changed clothes…
Suddenly his eyes looked straight, and his body froze.
Bai Weiwei lay on her side on the recliner, ink-black hair flowing down like a waterfall, covering her smooth, snow-white body.
She wore only a thin white gauze. Against her delicate and smooth skin, it looked like a misty cloud.
Her eyes were half-closed, and her eyelashes were slightly trembling. Her snow-white hands held her head, as though she were enduring something.
The air was filled with a faint aroma.
For a moment, Ning Yishu’s body and brain couldn’t function.
Only the fragrance lingering in his nose and the beauty lying on her side.
Were seared into his eyes.
Bai Weiwei suddenly opened her eyes, as though she only just noticed the person.
Her pale pink lips spit out a word. “Who?”
Ning Yishu was shocked and immediately lowered his head.
Bai Weiwei was a great talent in the early Nascent Soul stage, but she hadn’t noticed him come in.
He was surprised, but he didn’t show half a point of it on his face. He promptly reported respectfully, “Shifu, Ning Yishu pays respect.”
Just as soon as he finished his words, a white water sleeve2 formed from condensed spirit energy split the air and fiercely struck him.
Ning Yishu only felt that he was hit hard on the chest before his entire body flew out and hit the wall.
The sharp pain caused his vision to darken.
Before he could react, an ice-cold hand had already grabbed his neck.
Bai Weiwei easily lifted him up and slammed him into the wall.
A fierce kabedon.
“What did you see?” Bai Weiwei’s face was frosty, her eyes were coldly detached, and her voice was heavy with killing intent.
Ning Yishu looked at her as he suffocated.
The two people were too close. Her nearly bare body was pressed against his.
The thin gauze barely covered anything, but it only made people’s thoughts grow wild.
“Your disciple… your disciple did not look up, and did not see anything.”
Ning Yishu definitely couldn’t say that he had seen her body.
Bai Weiwei sneered, “You, this waste, even daring to enter my room without notice. Killing you would make Grand Heavens Mountain less ashamed.”
The original host was violent and cruel when angered.
She was very good at finding people to vent out her anger on.
When Ning Yishu was determined to be a fire single spiritual root, Grand Heavens Mountain thought they had picked up a treasure.
Bai Weiwei was also pleased to have a disciple with outstanding qualifications.
But he turned out to be a waste that couldn’t cultivate.