TYMRBDES Chapter 43.1- arc 2

His eyes ached, and his head throbbed.

Jiang Luoluo reached up to press his forehead, the cool silk brushing against his cheek. He paused for a moment, then suddenly realized he had entered a new world.

“Master?”

Someone called out softly. Jiang Luoluo opened his eyes to find a pair of hands holding a whip right in front of his face.

【Host, your mission in this world is to win over your disciple and make him fall in love with you.】

Jiang Luoluo looked up. Bound to a rack before him was a disheveled young man, perhaps in his early twenties. His collar was wide open, revealing a pale chest. Blood trickled from his lips, his eyes were half-closed, and his body bore the marks of whip lashes.

Is this his disciple?

Noticing Jiang Luoluo’s scrutinizing gaze, the person on the rack opened his eyes and glared at her with a mixture of weakness and resentment.

“Chu Xubai! How dare you look at Master like that!”

A figure flashed past, and with a resounding slap, struck the man’s face. “Hurry up and apologize to Master!”

Jiang Luoluo was stunned.

Turning his gaze to the person holding the whip, he saw a man in his early twenties with proper features, berating the bound Chu Xubai in a stern voice.

The one scolding him is your eldest disciple, Xu Zhiyan, your most loyal lackey and most trusted follower.

The one bound is your second disciple, Chu Xubai. You took him in with the intention of refining him into a cultivation furnace for your own advancement. Last night, he discovered your plan and confronted you in anger. Enraged, you bound him, intending to humiliate him at will.

Jiang Luoluo swallowed nervously.

The identity he’d transmigrated into this time was far from ideal!

First, he’d beaten the person up, and now he was trying to woo them. Just look at the hatred in their eyes—they looked like they wanted to flay him alive.

“Stop fighting.”

As Jiang Luoluo spoke, his loyal first disciple, Xu Zhiyan, offered a puzzled look. “Master? We can’t just let him off so easily!”

Jiang Luoluo’s words faltered. Maintaining his villainous Master persona, he snapped, “Make him kneel outside. He’s polluting my sight!”

Xu Zhiyan nodded vigorously in agreement, then casually asked, “Master, should we make him kneel on the Glazed Stone like Junior Brother?”

Jiang Luoluo’s pupils constricted.

Xu Zhiyan, as if he had received confirmation, swiftly cut the ropes while deliberately provoking Jiang Luoluo: “Master’s method is brilliant! Kneeling on the Glazed Stone in this weather… you’ll regret it!”

A thousand tiny alpacas stampeded through Jiang Luoluo’s mind. He trembled as he asked the System, “What does he mean?”

[Oh, I forgot to mention. You also have a young disciple, Mo Yunqi, who serves as a backup furnace cauldron. Last night, he pleaded for Chu Xubai, so you made him kneel as punishment.]

Jiang Luoluo immediately felt uneasy. “So, with so many disciples, which one am I supposed to be courting?”

[Wait, let me check… This time, the villain you need to win over is one of your three disciples. [footnote] T/N:-System, you are really reliable. (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ [/footnote]

[Eek!!!]

The System shrieked at the top of its lungs, [The rest is gone?!]

Jiang Luuluo: “…”

*He knew this System was unreliable!*

Silently watching the System frantically run a virus scan on itself, Jiang Luoluo slowly rose to his feet, deciding to check on his young disciple.

“Master!”

Seeing Jiang Luoluo about to leave, Xu Zhiyan quickly released Chu Xubai and rushed over, draping a snow-white fox fur cloak over his shoulders while muttering:

“Master, leave the punishment of these two brats to me. Can’t you trust me to handle it? If I don’t leave them half-dead, I don’t deserve to be your top disciple!”

Chu Xubai, staggering out, glared back at them.

Jiang Luoluo had no doubt that if Chu Xubai had a sword in his hand, he’d skewer his scum Master and his lackey senior brother like candied hawthorn! [footnote] T/N:-

Jiang Luoluo’s lips twitched as he stopped Xu Zhiyan from further antagonizing Chu Xubai. “Let’s go see what’s happening outside.”

But as soon as he stood up, his legs wobbled.

Jiang Luoluo quickly grabbed the table for support. Glancing at the bronze mirror across the room, he was momentarily stunned.

In the previous world, he’d used his own face. This time, it seemed the system had made slight adjustments to fit the Xianxia setting, but it still bore an uncanny resemblance to his original features.

His eyebrows were long and elegant, and his almond eyes had been elongated by upturned corners, making them even more captivating.

His complexion was as pale as jade, his lips a vibrant crimson, hinting at both a celestial aloofness and an indescribable softness and allure.

Just by looking at him, it was clear he wasn’t a proper Master. No wonder he was such a scoundrel.

Xu Zhiyan supported him, whispering, “Master, the lingering poison hasn’t been fully purged. Let me help you.”

Jiang Luoluo nodded and stepped out of the room. He immediately saw a figure kneeling at the edge of the cliff.

It was midwinter, and a fierce northwest wind howled past, carrying with it a flurry of snowflakes that blanketed the kneeling figure.

The man’s simple, thin clothing offered little protection from the cold. His lips were pale with frost, and snowflakes clung to his eyebrows and eyelashes, making him look like a snow statue. His silent, forlorn posture was especially pitiful.

Hearing the commotion, he suddenly looked up, his eyes bright and sharp like a wolf cub’s, staring intently at Jiang Luoluo for a moment before quickly masking the emotions in his gaze. He then spoke obediently, “Master.”

Jiang Luoluo felt a pang of sympathy.

But before he could say anything, a sharp voice cut through the air: “Haven’t you eaten? Why are you speaking so softly?!”

Jiang Luoluo silently removed his hand from his dog-leg first disciple’s shoulder.

A character as prone to causing trouble as this one was probably destined to be the most tragic cannon fodder in this world.

Clutching his chest with one hand, Chu Xubai walked to the cliff edge and knelt beside Mo Yunqi. One was covered in wounds, the other thinly clad.

Each looked more pitiful than the last.

Jiang Luoluo felt a headache coming on.

He wasn’t sure how much these two truly resented him, but this time, the strategy task seemed more difficult than the last world’s.

His mind went blank for a moment, and Jiang Luoluo suddenly couldn’t remember the rest of the sentence.

Xu Zhiyan called out, “Master,” pulling Jiang Luoluo from his thoughts. He glanced at the two disciples kneeling before him, quickly reviewing the half-sentence of information the System had provided.

According to the information, Chu Xubai and Mo Yunqi couldn’t be certain whether Jiang Luoluo truly regarded them as training tools. They were merely inferring from his attitude and past behavior.

Jiang Luoluo, already aware of this, stood still, observing the kneeling figures. “Do you know why I’m punishing you?”

Chu Xubai clenched his fists, his hatred barely concealed, yet he remained silent.

Mo Yunqi, seemingly dazed by the cold, blinked his snow-dusted lashes and shook his head.

“Since you’ve entered my sect, you should understand the importance of respecting your master and upholding proper decorum…” Jiang Luoluo lowered his gaze to the kneeling disciples. “To accuse your master based solely on speculation, without any certainty—is this the respect and decorum I’ve taught you?”

Chu Xubai’s fists tightened and loosened, and the younger disciple suddenly looked up.

In the biting wind, their Master stood before them, draped in a fox-fur-trimmed cloak. His delicate features held a hint of disappointment, and his voice was soft as he spoke:

“Sibling rivalry, master-disciple conflict. Even now, do you still not see your error?”

His elegant voice, carried by the icy wind, reached all three of them. Their expressions varied: Chu Xubai’s was a mixture of anger and defiance, Mo Yunqi’s a confused daze, and Jiang Luoluo’s a subtle disappointment.

Jiang Luoluo had intended to stop there, but ignoring their reactions, he turned to leave. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.

“Since I’ve accepted you as disciples, I’ll naturally…”

“I will teach you, train you in my skills.”

“Never mention such things again.”

“Rest assured, I have no interest in men.”

“Zhiyan, send them back to their quarters to reflect on their actions.”

With that, he turned and left.

…

Back in his room, Jiang Luoluo closed the door, shutting out the three men and the biting wind.

He removed his fox fur cloak, rubbed his hands together, and rushed toward the fireplace.

Standing outside in this weather to talk was utterly foolish.

Thinking this, Jiang Luoluo got up again and, following the System’s memories, rummaged through his chests and drawers, searching for wound medicine.

Since he didn’t know who he was supposed to be courting, he decided to give each of them a few bottles. He’d start by subtly building a little goodwill.

After all, he’d already made it clear he didn’t like men. If he was careful with his actions from now on, it probably wouldn’t take long for them to stop suspecting him of having ulterior motives.

After stuffing the medicine into his sleeve, Jiang Luoluo pushed open the door and headed toward his two disciples’ quarters.

Among his disciples, the eldest was essentially his errand boy, deeply trusted by the original owner and thus granted his own residence.

His other two disciples, however, were disliked by the original owner, who had only taken them in to refine his cultivation techniques. After accepting them, he’d simply assigned them a remote and dilapidated room, a stark contrast to the magnificent and exquisitely crafted Azure Frost Hall.

Jiang Luoluo reached the door and was contemplating whether to find someone to repair the hole in it when he heard voices from within, as if they were discussing him.

He peered through the crack in the door—

His second disciple, Chu Xubai, had removed his bloodstained clothes, revealing two livid whip marks across his shoulders and back.

Jiang Luoluo gasped.

He quickly averted his gaze, only to see Mo Yunqi in the process of taking off his pants…

Fearing to see something inappropriate, Jiang Luoluo quickly averted his gaze, but froze for a moment when he saw the other man’s bloodied knees.

Just then, Chu Xubai’s voice drifted from inside the room.

“The glazed tiles are cold and sharp, Junior Brother. If you kneel any longer, you’ll ruin your entire foundation.”

Mo Yunqi lowered his head. “As a disciple, I have erred. Master is right to punish me.”

Chu Xubai, facing the mirror, treated his wound. “That man coveted my disciple and wanted to use him for cultivation. Truly shameless! We’re both men…”

Chu Xubai paused. “Do you truly believe his words?”

From this angle, Jiang Luoluo could only see his young disciple’s profile—handsome features, eyes half-lowered in an expression of utmost respect and obedience. “Of course, I believe Master.” Mo Yunqi replied.

Chu Xubai snorted, as if finding him incorrigible, and turned away, refusing to speak to him.

Outside the door, however, Jiang Luoluo felt a warm glow in his heart, his fondness for his young disciple growing even stronger.

He quietly placed the medicine at the doorway and turned to leave.

A white fox fur coat swirled at the entrance, fluffy and soft, like a fox’s tail that had been caught in the wind.

And Mo Yunqi, who had been keeping his eyes lowered, casually glanced at the doorway. The respectful smile still lingered on his lips, but a cold, ruthless light flickered in his dark pupils.

He stared intently at the doorway, like a wolf cub eyeing its prey.

Then he chuckled softly, the sound heavy with meaning.

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“Jiang Luoluo thought he was the hunter, but it turns out the disciples are the ones sharpening their knives behind a respectful smile. 🧎‍♂️🔥”

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