Imprisonment

Looking at the young woman before him, to be honest... Jiang Che felt his butthole clench.

This was a yandere, after all. Who knew what outrageous things his Little Disciple might do once she learned he had become an ordinary person?

Even Jiang Che himself didn’t dare imagine it!

And from Ji Qingyi’s tone, she had probably already noticed something.

"Master... what book are you reading?" Ji Qingyi glanced at the book Jiang Che had dropped on the floor: The Golden Lotus.

Jiang Che felt utterly mortified. It was like a young pilot about to take off indoors when a parent suddenly pushed the door open.

But what made Jiang Che who he was, was his thick skin!

"What business do you have?"

Jiang Che’s tone was flat, as if he were completely unruffled.

"I’m here to keep watch for you," Ji Qingyi said, then found herself a spot, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate.

Clearly, Ji Qingyi had keenly detected something off about Jiang Che.

Her eyes were far too sharp. The moment Jiang Che showed even a hint of irregularity, she would catch it precisely.

But Jiang Che wasn’t in a hurry. After all, this step was intentional on his part.

People were complicated, and Jiang Che was no exception. Ji Qingyi was the Little Disciple he had raised with his own hands. Deep down, Jiang Che didn’t really want to turn his disciple into his wife, but on the other hand... Ji Qingyi was stunningly beautiful. Lustful thoughts always crept into his heart.

So after much internal struggle, he decided to go with the flow, using himself as bait... to feed Ji Qingyi, the big fish.

A yandere might be terrifying, but surely Ji Qingyi wouldn’t mistreat her Old Master, right?

Jiang Che said nothing. He simply continued reading his book as if Ji Qingyi weren’t there, and she chose silence as well.

And so they remained locked in this stalemate, the two of them alone in the vast immortal hall.

This went on for over a dozen years.

But to Jiang Che, who would live for tens of thousands of years, this brief time was nothing.

Yet in that short period, Ji Qingyi managed to catch many, many details.

"Master," she said one day, breaking the ice that had frozen their relationship for more than a decade.

"Hm?" Jiang Che turned his gaze, smiling inwardly. The girl must be about to crack.

After all, over the years, he had intentionally or unintentionally revealed many clues. Everything pointed to the same message: I’m weak. Come and make a move on me.

"Master, I want to taste your cooking again," Ji Qingyi said.

Jiang Che hesitated slightly. "What do you want to eat?"

"The dishes you made for me the first time. I remember them all: Willow Bamboo Tofu, Amber Dragon’s Eye..."

Ji Qingyi was unusually talkative. For someone as sparing with words as she was—using one character when one character would do, one word when one word would suffice—this was rare.

"Alright, I’ll cook for you," Jiang Che sighed. This was probably the last supper. Once she finished eating, she was going to devour him.

Hmm... but thinking about it, he felt a little excited?

Bah, bah, bah! He, Mr. Jiang, was definitely not a masochist!

......

Jiang Che had a problem.

He had agreed too quickly, only to realize now that he had become an ordinary person who couldn’t even cook anymore.

Cooking immortal-grade dishes required all kinds of terrifying immortal fires. You couldn’t whip up dragon liver or phoenix marrow without immortal flames and immortal tools.

And now Jiang Che was just a mortal. Fortunately, he had prepared for this.

He had stored countless dishes in his space ring earlier. All he had to do was take them out now.

"Here!" Jiang Che produced more than a dozen dishes from the ring.

"I want you to cook them now," Ji Qingyi said without changing her expression.

Jiang Che: "..."

Well, he understood now. Ji Qingyi was using this cooking request as an excuse to test him.

To test whether he had truly lost his cultivation.

Jiang Che was helpless. He really was just an ordinary person now.

"I can’t!"

"I want to eat!"

"I said I can’t!"

"I want to eat!"

"I really can’t! Are you being willful, Rebellious Disciple?"

"Is it me being willful, or are you... unable to make it?" Ji Qingyi suddenly said in a low, eerie tone.

"Let me put it another way, Master... Are you currently in a weakened state, having fallen to the level of an ordinary person?"

Ji Qingyi slowly approached Jiang Che. With each step, her calm expression crumbled, replaced by madness and obsession. Her red lips curled into a smile.

Jiang Che: "..."

Here it comes. The yandere was about to strike!

Come on, let’s see whether your yandere power or my undying body is stronger. What doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger.

Alright, he admitted it. He did have a bit of a masochistic streak.

Jiang Che’s life had been too smooth sailing. He had never faced any real setbacks. Whether in the mortal realm or later among the Nine Heavens, from campus beauties to celestial maidens, Jiang Che had never failed. A flick of his finger, and beauties fell into his arms.

"You—"

"Me?" Ji Qingyi pointed at herself, then gave a sultry laugh.

"Master, you belong to me now!"

Standing in front of Jiang Che, she let out a low, chuckling laugh. "Hehe... hahaha!"

"Bah! Rebellious Disciple!" Jiang Che was basically begging for it. But of course, he wasn’t afraid of death either.

Having died countless times, even if he didn’t have a pain-blocking mechanism, he feared no torture.

"Haha, Master... you’ve indirectly admitted that you’ve become a mortal, haven’t you?"

Ji Qingyi burst into radiant laughter. Over the past few decades, the words she had spoken in total didn’t match what she said in these few minutes.

She wasn’t mute. She had just been suppressing her insane, almost pathological emotions all along.

And now—she exploded.

With a soft snap, Ji Qingyi snapped her fingers.

The scene around them changed instantly. The immortal hall transformed into a boundless evil domain, roiling with oppressive demonic energy.

Ji Qingyi stood before Jiang Che, slowly raising a heavy iron chain. "Master... will you put it on yourself, or should your disciple do it for you?"

Jiang Che: "..."

Oh, come on. You’re really going for the role of a disciple who usurps her master?

You’ve even prepared a big iron chain for me?