After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 131
Chapter 131 : Past Life(7)-Stirring Trouble
The disciple gritted his teeth, his expression furious as he shouted at him like a madman, “You struck me so ruthlessly—my master will never let you off!”
“Your master is truly pitiful, taking in a wretch like you as a disciple. She must have a hard time every day.”
Yin Buqi suddenly grabbed the disciple’s throat, squeezing so hard that he could barely breathe.
Yin Buqi’s eyes were slightly reddened as he spoke menacingly, “Say that again.”
The disciple, believing that his master’s presence would protect him, decided to go all in.
He cursed loudly, “Someone like you—no one would ever like you! You should’ve rotted in hell long ago! Who knows, maybe one day your master will get sick of you and abandon you! Just you wait and see!”
Something in those words seemed to strike Yin Buqi’s sore spot.
His voice turned cold.
“Wait and see? Let’s see how you’ll be watching!”
His fingers plunged deep into the disciple’s eyes.
Blood spurted out.
“Master, save me! AHHHHH—”
The disciple collapsed to his knees, his face deathly pale, consumed by terror.
His trembling hands reached up to his face.
“My eyes! My eyes! AHHHHH!!!”
Blood spread beneath Yin Buqi’s feet, blooming like clusters of begonia flowers.
How could his master ever abandon him?
Yin Buqi tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes filled with madness and lifelessness.
His red pupils were brimming with an extreme, obsessive love.
Even the center of his forehead bore a faint red mark.
As if still unsatisfied, he flipped his palm, igniting a sudden flare of fire, its shape resembling a spider lily flower.
With a mere wave of his hand, the flames seemed to gain sentience, expanding rapidly, spreading and surging toward the disciple in a blazing inferno!
Above the battlefield, Jiang Niannian ultimately gained the upper hand.
Moreover, Swordmaster Canghua sensed that she had not even used her full strength.
Their gazes met, and they both stopped at the same time.
The man said, “You are a worthy opponent. However, your disciple…”
“He is stubborn and refuses to learn. When we return, he will be severely punished.”
Jiang Niannian pondered for a moment before adding, “I apologize for the severed arm, but I do have a way to restore the body—provided we can find a Purple Spirit Rebirth Flower.”
The man fell silent, deep in thought.
Jiang Niannian continued, “No need for Swordmaster to trouble yourself. I will find the flower myself. In the meantime, I will have my disciple apologize to you. How about that?”
The man looked at the woman before him—her jade sleeves swayed lightly in the breeze, her presence ethereal, as if she did not belong to this mortal world.
She did not seem like one to go back on her word. So, he nodded.
At that moment, on the dueling stage, Yin Buqi still stood where he was.
The watching cultivators, however, were utterly stunned.
They stared at the disciple whose flesh, burned by the raging fire, had turned into clumps of charred remains, melting and falling away, yet he was still screaming in agony.
A chill ran down their spines, raising goosebumps.
“What kind of sinister technique is this?!”
“His body is already destroyed, yet his soul is still being tormented?!”
“Even the demon clans might not have such cruel methods…”
By the time Jiang Niannian and Swordmaster Canghua descended from the sky, this was the scene they were greeted with.
Jiang Niannian’s eyes widened abruptly.
A damaged body could still be reconstructed with the Purple Spirit Rebirth Flower, but a damaged soul—there would be no salvation.
This disciple of Swordmaster Canghua was beyond saving.
What terrified her even more—
She had seen this fire once before.
It was called the Underworld Netherfire.
Back when she was still a tree, the Lord of the Netherworld, Emperor Jiuyin, had wielded it.
Emperor Jiuyin did not belong to her era; he was a figure of legend.
An immortal existence beyond the confines of the world, one even she, as the Heavenly Dao, had to fear.
This was bad.
She thought she had taken in a disciple, but she had actually invited a disaster upon herself.
Just as she was thinking this, Swordmaster Canghua seemed to realize the fire was unusual.
He ordered his disciples to fetch a massive wooden barrel filled with spiritual water and placed the disciple inside.
Yet, the fire did not extinguish.
“Master!”
Yin Buqi saw her descending and ran toward her with a smile, attempting to throw himself into her arms—only to be met with a resounding slap.
A crisp sound rang through the air.
Yin Buqi’s head tilted to the side, his neatly tied hair coming undone.
He reached up and touched his lips.
His fingertips came away with traces of blood.
He laughed at himself.
He could still feel pain.
A slap from his master.
It hurt.
Yin Buqi’s face darkened.
He turned back to look at the disciple in the barrel, whose face was pale, laced with deathly energy.
The amusement faded from his eyes.
“Ah, since Master disapproves, I’ll put the fire away.”
With a flick of his palm, the fire receded to his fingertips and vanished.
Swordmaster Canghua stared coldly at Yin Buqi.
“What do you intend to do now?”
Jiang Niannian knew that this question was directed at her.
She replied, “Naturally, I will abide by the laws of the sect.”
Murdering a fellow disciple was a grave crime in any sect.
Yin Buqi stared at her, finding it all terribly dull.
His gaze turned sharp, like a spring breeze laced with an unbearable chill that seeped into one’s bones.
Jiang Niannian met his eyes but soon looked away.
A nameless fury seemed to consume Yin Buqi.
Perhaps she thought he was cruel and evil.
Perhaps she was blaming him for being too ruthless, for harming that disciple.
Blaming him—his master was blaming him.
Because right now, he looked like a villain.
Then why bother pretending? When had he ever been anything but ruthless?
This world despised him.
Well, he despised this world, too.
Let it all rot together.
He sneered.
“Master, are you disappointed in your disciple?”
Jiang Niannian remained silent.
Swordmaster Canghua spoke first, “According to sect law, this crime warrants the Bone-Piercing Nails punishment.”
“The Bone-Piercing Nails? I heard that ten nails are enough to cripple one’s cultivation completely.”
“Losing one’s cultivation is nothing. Their spiritual veins will be shattered! Some who suffered this punishment died pinned to the execution pillar.”
Yin Buqi swallowed, then let out a laugh.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard Jiang Niannian’s firm yet gentle voice:
“Very well. I will take the Bone-Piercing Nails punishment on behalf of my disciple.”
