The Beloved Master's Mad Dog Disciple - Chapter 11

Feng Jin spoke in riddles, uttering words that made no sense to anyone listening.

In the book, Bo Xuenong was unaware of the trial’s existence. Yet she knew her Master abhorred killing, so after failing to save her, she chose suicide.

She believed she had caused her Master’s death, a sentiment echoed by Bo Xuenong outside the book.

If not for her, Shen Yanting would still be the Sect Leader’s personal disciple, enjoying limitless cultivation resources and the protection of a powerful Master. Why would she have died alongside her on a Cultivation Journey, her potential extinguished? Ultimately, it was Bo Xuenong who had dragged Shen Yanting down.

Bo Xuenong felt little anger toward her clan’s annihilation. The book clearly explained that her kin, unable to suppress their Bloodline, not only killed but devoured humans—even their own descendants. Without Shen Yanting and the others, Bo Xuenong might never have survived to adulthood. She could easily have been secretly consumed by a senior sect member, or worse, devoured by her own parents.

Devouring ordinary humans merely satisfied their bloodlust and yielded a meager amount of spiritual energy. Consuming those of their own Bloodline, however, not only granted spiritual energy but also strengthened their Bloodline power. The latter temptation far outweighed the former, explaining why demonic creatures often preyed on their own kind.

Beasts care nothing for kinship.

Bo Xuenong took a deep breath, swiftly formed a hand seal, and forcefully struck Guan Caimei’s corpse. With her movement, the knife embedded in Guan Caimei’s body transformed back into an ice blade. The blade shimmered with a frigid light as frost gradually condensed on its icy blue surface. The frost thickened rapidly, spreading across Guan Caimei’s corpse and encasing it entirely.

The frost continued to accumulate, growing thicker and thicker.

Just as the frost became so dense that the corpse within was no longer visible, the entire icy mass suddenly exploded.

The shattered frost splashed down, melting into droplets of water that vanished without a trace. Guan Caimei’s corpse had also been absorbed into the frost, its icy blue remnants disappearing with the water.

The water cleansed the room of bloodstains, including the bl00d on Bo Xuenong’s palms.

The stench of bl00d finally dissipated, but Bo Xuenong felt no joy.

She pressed her palms against her cheeks and pushed upward twice, forcing a slight curve into the corners of her mouth. The moment she released her hands, her expression quickly returned to its usual impassivity.

According to Guan Caimei’s memories, immediately after reading the newly appeared book in her mind, a voice warned her that she must complete a mission to remain permanently in this world. The mission was to make one of the main characters fall completely and wholeheartedly in love with her.

The main characters were determined by their prominence in the book’s narrative. Shen Yanting, who served as the Male Lead’s “white moonlight” figure, naturally qualified. Bo Xuenong also counted, but in the book, Bo Xuenong was portrayed as a pure madwoman, someone even the Elders of the Joyous Union Sect dared not provoke lightly. Moreover, Shen Yanting was by her side. As the novel’s designated “first beauty,” who would abandon a celestial being for a madwoman after arriving at the Imperial Tranquility Sect?

Guan Caimei chose to come to the Imperial Tranquility Sect precisely because Shen Yanting’s beauty was both exquisite and aloof. She had always enjoyed witnessing the debauched behavior of those usually cold, noble, and proper cultivation disciples from righteous sects once they were in bed. Initially, she thought that even if she couldn’t win Shen Yanting’s heart, possessing her body would be a decent consolation. That’s why she had considered joining forces with the Male Lead to share Shen Yanting during the day—she had plenty of ways to manipulate a man’s desires.

After fully absorbing the fragments of Guan Caimei’s memories, Bo Xuenong bitterly regretted letting Guan Caimei die so easily.

A cursed seal.

Her Master bore a cursed seal.

Cursed seals were typically marks left upon making a pact with someone. Some of these seals could harm the body. What kind of seal did her Master carry?

Bo Xuenong hadn’t obtained many memories, only a rough overview of the main plot points. There were no detailed records of the cursed seal, leaving her to speculate.

According to the agreement between Shen Yanting and them, Bo Xuenong had failed to stop the killing. If she and the ice-sealed Beast Bloodlines were killed, everything would revert to its original state. In that case, the cursed seal shouldn’t harm Shen Yanting. If Shen Yanting ever lost the will to kill her, she could simply take her own life.

Bo Xuenong doubted she could pass this trial. After all, she now desperately wanted to kill the Male Lead. As for the Female Lead… according to the plot’s progression, she had already joined the Cloudmist Sect and become the Sect Leader’s youngest disciple—Shen Yanting’s Junior Sister. In the novel, the Female Lead never resented Shen Yanting for the Male Lead’s affections. In fact, she even tried to save Shen Yanting in the end. Truly, the Cloudmist Sect’s lineage lived up to its reputation; their Sect Leader had indeed taught her disciples to be upright and selfless.

Upon reflection, the Female Lead had also been remarkably unlucky. Throughout her cultivation journey, she endured countless instances of bullying, suffered numerous injuries, and narrowly escaped death several times. Though she had deprived the Male Lead of his five senses, she had compensated him with eight extra lives. Her entire existence was spent repaying a debt from her childhood, ultimately leading to her death when her life force was exhausted.

Bo Xuenong felt little sympathy, but Shen Yanting would likely have found her pitiful.

She glanced around the thoroughly cleaned room before returning to the bed. From among the splintered wooden planks, she retrieved a small black banner.

This must be the Spirit Endowment Banner Guan Caimei had mentioned.

Thanks to Shen Yanting’s extensive knowledge, Bo Xuenong had a basic understanding of many unfamiliar Xia artifacts.

Though their worlds differed, Guan Caimei’s world closely resembled their own. The Spirit Endowment Banner was a standard artifact-crafting technique taught to all disciples of the Joyous Union Sect. However, its creation wasn’t considered true artifact crafting. The banner’s primary materials were human skin and bone powder harvested from the chests of young men and women drained of their yin and yang essence. Their cultivation method had a flaw: by collecting bone powder and skin from over a hundred victims, the banner would automatically manifest, capable of blocking auras and sound. The Spirit Endowment Banner could also be continuously upgraded by adding more human skin and bone powder.

No wonder Guan Caimei had reached the Golden Core stage so quickly after arriving here. With the Spirit Endowment Banner completed, she had already killed over a hundred people through her Dual Cultivation methods. The spiritual pearl that suppressed her cultivation and altered her aura must have been plundered from some unfortunate soul.

Bo Xuenong gripped the small banner tightly. Despite knowing it was stained with human bl00d, she stored it in her Storage Jade Bracelet. Guan Caimei had only used the Spirit Endowment Banner today to conceal her Joyous Union Sect cultivation practices, inadvertently aiding Bo Xuenong. Without the banner, she wouldn’t have been able to make such a commotion while killing Guan Caimei.

Next… it was time to return.

After ensuring the room was devoid of any traces, Bo Xuenong vanished from Guan Caimei’s residence. Yet her steps unconsciously drifted toward Feng Jin’s quarters.

Feng Jin’s residence was dangerously close to Feng Yingbo’s, whose cultivation was even higher. Bo Xuenong shouldn’t be taking such a risk, but she now suspected Feng Jin and Guan Caimei came from the same place. She could only hear the thoughts of these two, and Feng Jin’s behavior was simply too peculiar.

If Feng Jin had also been replaced, her outwardly arrogant but inwardly timid nature would make sense.

Bo Xuenong slipped silently into Feng Jin’s room, her target clear: Feng Jin’s bed. When she saw the scene on the bed, she regretted her impulsiveness. Who could have imagined that Feng Yingbo would be sleeping with Feng Jin? The good news was that Feng Yingbo was asleep. The bad news was that Feng Jin, whom Feng Yingbo was holding in her arms, was still awake…

Feng Jin’s gaze locked with Bo Xuenong’s. The first sound wasn’t Feng Jin waking Feng Yingbo, but rather Feng Jin’s excessively noisy thoughts:

Ahhh! Eldest Senior Sister is going to kill me! I’ve sacrificed so much to help her—even if I haven’t earned merit, I’ve at least put in the effort! How could she kill me? Even though I complain about Feng Yingbo every day, her embrace feels so safe right now. A surrogate mother is still a mother! Heavens! We’ve had two hundred years of history together! If she’s going to kill me, couldn’t she at least give me my own day? How could she just kill me after finishing off that old crone from the Joyous Union Sect? Can’t even give me some dignity in death?

This time, Feng Jin’s inner voice was exceptionally clear, surprising Bo Xuenong. Even more astonishing was the content of her thoughts.

Two hundred years… That meant Feng Jin hadn’t been replaced.

The Forbidden Art she buried earlier was a ruse? Her true intention was to give it to me? Does she genuinely want to help me kill Guan Caimei? How did she determine Guan Caimei was dead?

Despite her confusion, Bo Xuenong couldn’t ask. Any sound would surely awaken Feng Yingbo.

Bo Xuenong gazed deeply at Feng Jin, who was trembling with fear as she burrowed into Feng Yingbo’s embrace, her head pressed against her chest. Her rigid expression softened slightly, and she suppressed the urge to clarify the boundaries between master and disciple. Silently, she retreated, knowing she’d have to find another opportunity to question Feng Jin.

The moment Bo Xuenong stepped out of Feng Jin’s room, a dull ache suddenly flared in her chest. Her eyes slowly transformed into small, wooden spheres.

Through the wooden doll’s eyes, Bo Xuenong saw an unexpected figure in her own room: Shen Yanting!

Dread surged through her. She hurried back, praying the wooden doll wouldn’t give her away.