After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 134
Chapter 134: Past life (10) – Disrespect
Jiang Niannian’s movements came to an abrupt halt as she finally, belatedly, sensed something wrong with Yin Buqi’s emotions.
Her disciple was alive and had returned.
So why had he sealed her spiritual veins without warning, brought her to this unknown darkness, and spoken with such a strange, mocking tone?
Moreover, with his cultivation, how could he possibly seal her spiritual veins?!
“You are not Yin Buqi.”
Jiang Niannian shook her head slightly.
“You are not my disciple. Though Buqi is rebellious by nature, he would never commit such an act of defiance!”
As she spoke, she finally realized the gravity of her situation.
Naturally, she didn’t forget to secretly gather her internal strength, attempting to break through the seal bit by bit.
“Heh.”
Yin Buqi’s grip on her wrist slowly tightened, almost to the point of snapping her bones.
“Then, Master, you must have misjudged your disciple. I’ve long desired to defy you.”
“Master, you have no idea how many times I have violated you in my mind—thousands, tens of thousands of times! What, do you want to kill me again?”
Pain shot through Jiang Niannian’s wrist, making her let out a muffled groan.
“…What are you saying? Why don’t I understand? And where have you taken me?”
“Where?”
Yin Buqi sneered.
As he spoke, the darkness around Jiang Niannian was suddenly illuminated.
The dwelling was spacious, clean, and tidy—it was still the same house at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.
However, the walls were inlaid with countless jade mirrors that failed to reflect a clear image.
Instead, they only cast blurred, shadowy figures.
Each jade mirror emitted fragmented beams of light, all converging onto the person standing in the center.
It was an ancient boundary array—no wonder her cultivation had been so easily suppressed.
And in the center stood a man—high-bridged nose, thin lips, and a red mark between his brows.
His complexion was somewhat pale, and his thick lashes cast shadows as they drooped slightly.
The flickering candlelight cast an eerie glow upon his profile, adding a ghostly, unsettling air.
That familiar face—it was none other than her disciple, Yin Buqi.
Except now, he had completely shed his youthful innocence.
He was a man, through and through.
His gaze fell upon her, filled with a murderous intent so thick it seemed he wished to strangle her on the spot.
“You…”
Jiang Niannian had just begun to speak when he suddenly buried his face against her neck, his hot breath fanning over her skin.
Then, viciously, he licked her, his scorching lips rubbing against her repeatedly, biting her from time to time.
“Yin Buqi!”
She tensed instantly, a note of urgency creeping into her voice.
Yin Buqi’s tone was neither warm nor cold.
“Master, do you like it when I kiss you like this?”
Jiang Niannian’s expression darkened.
“Do you have some misunderstanding about me? If you have something to say, just say it—what is with all this groping?”
“Misunderstanding?”
Yin Buqi chuckled lightly and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer.
The sudden intimacy made Jiang Niannian’s entire body stiffen.
She was already feeling uneasy due to her lack of clothing, and now, she could distinctly feel the rough texture of his garments against her skin.
The friction was uncomfortable.
Instinctively, she struggled, but a sharp pain shot through her sealed meridians, making cold sweat break out on her forehead.
Yin Buqi’s red eyes bore into her, his voice soft yet chilling to the bone.
“Master, lying like this with your disciple… does that seem appropriate?”
As he spoke, he tightened his hold on her with one arm while the other reached for his belt.
Jiang Niannian felt the rising heat from his body seeping through his clothes, transferring onto her—it was hot, scalding.
She gritted her teeth.
“Buqi, release me from this restraint first. Whatever the issue, we can talk it through.”
Yin Buqi smiled.
“Alright, Master.”
Before Jiang Niannian could relax, he added, “Did you really think I would say that? Master, you are sorely mistaken. After all, I am no longer that naive disciple you could fool so easily.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Buqi pressed his lips against hers, his breath burning.
Jiang Niannian was momentarily stunned—she forgot to resist.
Yin Buqi, her disciple, had actually kissed her!
He cupped the back of her head, deepening the kiss aggressively, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
His embrace was wild, his teeth nibbling at her, completely lacking reason or restraint.
The taste of blood began to seep between their lips.
Jiang Niannian could no longer endure it.
Ignoring the pain, she shoved him away.
“Insolent! How dare you be so disrespectful to your master?!”
Yin Buqi’s eyes darkened with frustration at being interrupted.
His lips, still glistening with moisture, were a striking shade of red, making his already stunning features even more bewitching—like a vengeful ghost.
He let out a low chuckle, but instead of loosening his grip, he held her even tighter.
“Disrespectful? So this is what you call disrespect? Then, Master, what I am about to do next… wouldn’t that be outright treason? Betraying my master, defying my ancestors—unpardonable in the eyes of heaven?”
Jiang Niannian struggled to pry his hands away, but his grip was like iron, holding her waist in an unrelenting vise.
“What do you want?!”
“What do I want?”
Yin Buqi licked the blood from his lips, his eyes flashing with an unreadable emotion as he slowly said,
“Why, I want to—”
“You.”
“Yin Buqi, have you gone mad?!”
“Yes, I have! Driven mad by you!”
Yin Buqi’s eyes turned bloodshot as he grabbed her shoulders.
“Master abandoned me back then, even setting up a killing formation to ensure my death… Yet now that I’ve returned, I still can’t bring myself to kill you…”
Jiang Niannian felt a sudden chill wash over her, perhaps due to her lost cultivation.
“What? A killing formation?!”
“Master, why bother pretending?”
Yin Buqi lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
His red eyes were laced with both cruelty and deep affection.
“Master, I didn’t return for anything else this time. It’s just that I’ve grown tired of calling you ‘Master’… I want a different title.”
His lips curled into a smile, a venomous serpent playing with its prey.
He leaned in and bit her earlobe, whispering through gritted teeth:
“What do you think… of ‘wife’?”
