After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 135
Chapter 135: Past Life (11) – The Unworthy Disciple
“What nonsense are you spouting?!”
Jiang Niannian’s face turned completely red.
In this lifetime, she had always been the lofty, untouchable graceful immortal, never once treated in such a manner.
For a moment, she couldn’t tell whether the overwhelming sensation was more of shock and exhilaration or shame and fury.
“Nonsense?”
Yin Buqi kissed her neck.
“What your disciple is saying now is not nonsense. I am completely sober—more sober than I have ever been.”
As he spoke, he bit down fiercely on her neck.
“Master can only be mine.”
Jiang Niannian shook her head.
“I cannot marry you.”
Such a thing went against the ethics of master and disciple.
Moreover, she was the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao—long since destined to cast aside mortal affections.
Yin Buqi had misunderstood her.
Perhaps he was merely trying to humiliate her this way.
Yin Buqi propped himself up slightly, gazing at her in silence.
His eyes swirled with unfathomable emotions, as if caught in a storm of thought.
Just as Jiang Niannian thought he might have realized his mistake, Yin Buqi suddenly grabbed her shoulders.
Whether it was an illusion or not, his hands seemed to tremble slightly.
“‘Cannot’—but not ‘unwilling.’”
His voice was hoarse.
“It seems, deep down, Master… does have me in her heart.”
He continued, “First, choosing a wife is my own affair. Master has no say in it. Second, what reason is there that I cannot take master as my wife? If anyone disagrees, I will simply kill them.”
“You are being outrageous!”
Jiang Niannian, always gentle and composed, was finally pushed to the edge.
“Have you forgotten everything I taught you about propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame?!”
Yin Buqi watched her flare up, yet he only grew more excited.
He lazily caressed her skin and sneered, “Propriety? Righteousness? Those were nothing more than tricks master used to deceive me in the past.”
Jiang Niannian trembled all over.
“Let go of me!”
Not only did Yin Buqi refuse, but he tightened his grip maliciously.
“Master, don’t you actually enjoy being treated like this by your disciple?”
Jiang Niannian was furious, yet unexpectedly, she found herself calming down.
“If I were to tell you that I never once had the thought of killing you, would you believe me?”
Yin Buqi fell silent for a moment.
His voice dropped to a whisper.
“I once wanted to believe that… I told myself over and over that perhaps it was just a misunderstanding.”
The next moment, his hand slowly slid up, wrapping around Jiang Niannian’s throat.
He could feel her pulse beneath his fingertips, and it seemed that with just the slightest pressure, he could crush her windpipe and obliterate her veins.
His red lips curled into a slow murmur.
“That day, when I returned here, I cleaned the room and prepared a whole table of dishes. I thought that if master came back, I would repent—I would never do evil again. Even if master was still angry, as long as she was willing to return…”
Then, his tone suddenly sharpened, and his grip on her throat tightened.
“But! That day, I received a voice transmission talisman from master—I would recognize your voice even in death!
“The talisman lured me into a formation to have me killed. And that formation—was none other than master’s own ‘Ten Thousand Bones Withering to Dust!’ At this point, what misunderstanding could there possibly be? Speak!”
Yin Buqi’s eyes were bloodshot.
He clamped down on Jiang Niannian’s throat, demanding an answer with a furious growl.
Jiang Niannian struggled to breathe, her face turning scarlet.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Yin Buqi froze for a moment, his red pupils widening.
A flicker of madness and clarity warred in his gaze.
He suddenly let go.
Jiang Niannian collapsed back onto the bedding, gasping like a dying fish, mouth open wide in desperate need of air.
She whispered, “How… is that possible…?”
The ‘Ten Thousand Bones Withering to Dust’ was the killing formation she had once used to slay the Demon Lord. It had been drawn with the blood of Kunlun’s Immortal Tree, powered by her own divine strength—something absolutely unique in the world.
And beyond that, there was the voice transmission talisman—another thing that could not be imitated.
Yin Buqi let out a cold laugh.
“Exactly. Even master finds it impossible, so why bother making such meaningless excuses? Don’t worry, I already said I wouldn’t kill you. But the pain master has brought me over the past hundred years—I cannot simply let that go.”
“Since it’s your first time, this disciple will be considerate of you. Just once—I won’t do more.”
“You unworthy disciple! Don’t even think about it! Get out!”
Jiang Niannian tried to struggle, but the moment she moved, the sealed spiritual meridians throughout her body trembled painfully, reminding her that her disciple was no longer the boy he once was.
She opened her mouth to protest again, but Yin Buqi silenced her with a forceful kiss.
His breath invaded her senses, growing heavier with every passing moment.
His lips moved from pressing against hers to licking, then biting lightly.
“Master, do you know how much I hate you?”
Yin Buqi’s voice was low, his black hair intertwining with hers.
He growled viciously, “The pain you feel now is not even one ten-thousandth of mine!
“When I was caught in the killing formation, I did not die. People say there are eighteen levels of hell, but they’re wrong. There is a nineteenth level.
“For a hundred years, I was burned in that nineteenth-level purgatory. My flesh rotted and healed, again and again. My bones charred so many times I lost count. And yet, I could not die. My dear master… isn’t that strange?”
Jiang Niannian stiffened, momentarily forgetting to struggle.
That fire… it must have been the Underworld Netherfire.
She was the Heavenly Dao, yet even she feared that fire.
If she ever encountered it, she would be completely annihilated—body and soul.
That was why she had been wary of him, why she had driven him away.
Yet she had never imagined he had endured endless cycles of his flesh rotting and his bones burning, only to heal and suffer anew.
She had no idea how he had survived it.
But more than that, this only confirmed her suspicion—Yin Buqi was very likely the reincarnation of Emperor Jiuyin.
Yin Buqi shattered her train of thought.
In his most frenzied state, his vision seemed tinged with a hazy pink.
Seeing the tears welling in Jiang Niannian’s eyes, he had an uncontrollable urge to bite her, to taste her blood, to leave behind a mark that belonged to him alone.
And in the end, that was exactly what he did.
