Kicked Out by the Master

"Chen Chang'an."

"You should leave now."

Leave?

Chen Chang'an looked at his stunningly beautiful master, clad in an elegant violet gown, her noble aura radiating around her. His eyes were filled with confusion.

"Master, why?"

"Your disciple wishes to remain by your side. I cannot bear to part with you," Chen Chang'an said sorrowfully.

Hearing this, Mu Yunyao's flawless face flickered with emotion—though it was far from touched. Instead, she was barely suppressing her irritation.

"Ten thousand years!"

"A full ten thousand years!"

"Do you have any idea how I’ve spent these ten thousand years?" Mu Yunyao asked coldly.

"Of course I do."

"All these years, Master has had my company, spared from loneliness. Naturally, it’s been a joyous ten thousand years, filled with happiness every single day!" Chen Chang'an replied with a grin.

Joyous?

Happy?

Filled with happiness?

Bah!

Mu Yunyao stared at Chen Chang'an's beaming face, her fingers twitching with the urge to slap him.

Ten thousand years ago, Mu Yunyao had stumbled upon six-year-old Chen Chang'an. Intrigued by his unprecedented and peculiar physique, she took him in as her disciple.

Little did she know, it was the beginning of her nightmare.

Chen Chang'an was indeed special—his constitution was unique, and he was extraordinarily sharp. Everything Mu Yunyao taught him, he memorized effortlessly after just one lesson. However...

As time passed, Mu Yunyao realized that no matter how Chen Chang'an trained, he never advanced—not even to the most basic level.

Bound by her duty as his master, she refused to give up. She poured all her knowledge into him, teaching him everything she knew.

Chen Chang'an lived up to her expectations—he mastered every technique she imparted, committing them flawlessly to memory. Yet, he still couldn’t cultivate.

Mu Yunyao scoured the world for rare treasures and spiritual herbs, but it was all in vain.

Finally, she had no choice but to resign herself to letting him live out his mortal life peacefully by her side. But then—he never aged. Never died.

If he had been obedient and well-behaved, it might have been tolerable. But no—he was restless, meddlesome, and utterly insufferable. For ten thousand years, Mu Yunyao endured torment, until she could bear it no longer. She had to drive him away.

"Master... you truly want me to leave?"

Seeing the unwavering resolve in Mu Yunyao’s expression, Chen Chang'an’s face finally fell.

After all, he had been with her since he was six—ten thousand years of companionship. He had never imagined they would ever part.

"Go. You’ve stayed here long enough. It’s time."

Though Chen Chang'an’s despondent look tugged at her heart, Mu Yunyao’s rationality prevailed. This little demon had to go. Now.

"Master, I’ve been by your side for ten thousand years. I have no family, no one to rely on. The world may be vast, but there is no place for me!" Chen Chang'an said emotionally.

"There is."

Without another word, Mu Yunyao flicked her sleeve, conjuring a glowing map in midair.

She pointed to a marked location and said calmly, "I’ve already checked. Even after ten thousand years, your Chen family bloodline still exists. You can return to your descendants."

This caught Chen Chang'an off guard. His master was truly determined to send him away—she had even prepared this for him.

"A disciple dares not defy his master’s command."

"Since you bid me leave, though my heart is heavy with reluctance, I must obey."

"I pray that in the days to come, Master will remain happy and at peace. That is all I wish."

Seeing Chen Chang'an’s rare solemnity, Mu Yunyao sighed inwardly.

No matter what, ten thousand years together—how could there be no affection at all?

"Go. You’ve been with me since you were six and have rarely ventured out."

"Remember, the world is treacherous. Trust no one lightly."

The moment the words left her lips, Mu Yunyao regretted them.

Was that advice even necessary? This brat had more schemes than stars in the sky!

"Yes, Master!"

Chen Chang'an nodded earnestly, his sincere gaze making Mu Yunyao’s brow twitch.

Why was he still standing there?

"I know you’re reluctant, but all partings must come. Go."

"Yes, Master!"

Same tone, same response—yet Chen Chang'an remained rooted in place.

"Is there something else?" Mu Yunyao asked.

"Master, we’ve shared ten thousand years of master-disciple bonds!"

"I know."

"Your disciple is about to depart."

"I’m aware."

"Once we part, who knows when we’ll meet again?"

"What are you trying to say?!"

Mu Yunyao’s patience was wearing dangerously thin.

"I can’t leave empty-handed, can I?"

"Master, shouldn’t you… show some generosity?"

Mu Yunyao, who could remain unshaken by anything, always found herself on the verge of strangling this wretched disciple.

And yet—this demon was immortal. No matter how invincible Mu Yunyao had become, she couldn’t harm him, even though he had no cultivation at all.

"For ten thousand years, you’ve eaten my food, drunk my wine, used my resources."

"And now, before leaving, you want to loot me further?"

"Truly, you are my finest disciple!"

"Thank you for the praise, Master. But I insist—you must show some generosity."

Must?

"Explain."

"Master, think about it. As your disciple, if I’m too shabby, wouldn’t it shame you?"

"Besides, it’s been ten thousand years since I last saw the Chen family. Showing up empty-handed would be improper."

"Master, I’ve spent all these years by your side. My pockets are embarrassingly light."

Light pockets?

Mu Yunyao scoffed inwardly. Though Chen Chang'an had stayed with her, he was far from obedient. He’d often sneak off for months at a time, returning with all sorts of treasures. While his collection wasn’t as vast as hers, "light pockets" was a blatant lie.

"Enough!"

"Take it!"

To hasten his departure, Mu Yunyao tossed him a spatial ring without another word.

"Inside are rare treasures I’ve collected over the last thousand years. All of them extraordinary."

"They should suffice to maintain your dignity out there," she said resignedly.

"Thank you, Master!"

Chen Chang'an cheerfully pocketed the ring—then stood there, smiling, unmoving.

"What else do you want?!" Mu Yunyao felt her temper flaring.

"Master, you know how dull and powerless I am."

"The outside world is perilous. Shouldn’t you consider my safety?"

Perilous?

Was there anything in this world more perilous than him?

"Have you forgotten what you are?"

"Even I can’t kill you. No one in this world can harm you!" Mu Yunyao’s tone was now openly impatient.

"Face!"

"Master, this is about face!"

"Your status—my status!"

"Sure, I can’t die, but I can’t win fights either!"

"Losing would be humiliating!"

"Wouldn't this reflect poorly on your reputation, Elder?" Chen Chang'an wore an expression that suggested he was only considering the elder's dignity.

"Speak. What else do you want?"

"Heh, I’d like to bring a bodyguard. What do you think?"

"A bodyguard? You expect me to serve as your bodyguard?"

"This disciple wouldn’t dare trouble his master."

"Then I want… a Qilin!"