Si glanced at Little Wei and couldn't help but laugh.
Wasn’t it common knowledge that Little Wei wasn’t quite right in the head?
Little Wei sneezed heavily, and Si immediately averted her gaze, pretending to be uninvolved. She definitely hadn’t just cursed her own wife.
But Little Wei saw right through her.
"You cursed me."
"I didn’t," Si denied quickly.
How could she ever curse someone as adorable as Tea Wei?
Little Wei ignored her and instead threw herself into Mu Miao’s arms.
She buried her face in Mu Miao’s chest, inhaling deeply the scent of medicinal herbs clinging to her.
"Master, I missed you," Little Wei murmured, pressing her head against Mu Miao’s chest, feeling a little shameless.
But if she left this world, she’d never see her master again.
The thought made her reluctant to let go.
"It hasn’t even been that long," Mu Miao said, both amused and exasperated.
They’d only been apart for a short while, yet Little Wei seemed even more mischievous than before.
Little Wei took another deep breath against Mu Miao’s chest, convinced that one day, she’d belong to her master entirely.
If that was the case… she might as well strike first.
With that thought, Little Wei boldly raised her eyes to meet Mu Miao’s flawless face. Mu Miao looked back at her, puzzled.
Finally, the little disciple spoke.
"Master… can I rebel against my master?"
Mu Miao’s delicate brows furrowed.
After a long pause, Mu Miao felt a little warm—being wrapped in blankets would do that. She glanced sideways at her disciple, who was sitting primly on a round stool.
"Disciple, your master is feeling a bit hot."
"It’s fine, Master. It’ll be over soon," Little Wei said expressionlessly.
Mu Miao looked down at the two layers of soft quilts swaddling her, utterly baffled.
"Is this really necessary?" she wondered aloud.
It was a bright, sunny day. If this went on much longer, she’d probably break out in a heat rash.
"It is," Little Wei insisted.
She couldn’t risk Mu Miao changing her mind. Given Mu Miao’s outwardly gentle but secretly cunning nature, she might even turn the tables.
Little Wei absolutely refused to let that happen.
But now… how was she supposed to proceed?
Staring at her master, bundled up like a rice dumpling, Little Wei realized the only option left was a kiss. But the blankets were so thick—even kissing would be uncomfortable.
Mu Miao watched her rebellious disciple with misty, amused eyes, the corners of her lips curling slightly.
"Maybe… try…" Mu Miao shifted slightly on the soft couch, lowering her gaze with a soft laugh. Surely her disciple would understand.
Even if she indulged her, being wrapped up like this would only lead to an unbearable heat rash.
Little Wei thought the suggestion was brilliant.
As expected of her master—always one step ahead.
Wait, weren’t ancient people supposed to be conservative? Women weren’t supposed to see certain "instructional booklets" until marriage.
Yet here her master was, acting like this… So she’d been a rogue all along.
Little Wei was exhausted.
"Master, I…" She wanted to ask something, but the words stuck in her throat.
"What is it?" Mu Miao raised an eyebrow.
Little Wei: "..."
Could she really say, "Master, you don’t seem like a good person"?
Instead, Little Wei quickly moved the quilts aside, adjusting them just as Mu Miao wanted. Satisfied, she noted how her master’s eyes were covered, making her look almost docile.
It made Little Wei feel a little guilty—like she was the villain here.
But the guilt didn’t stop her.
With a smirk, Little Wei pulled the bed curtains shut, dimming the light around the carved bed. Her beautiful master sat with lowered lashes, casting delicate shadows under her eyes, motionless.
Now… what was she supposed to do again?
The one thing Little Wei appreciated was how convenient ancient clothing could be. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to look directly, even though Mu Miao was fully dressed. She turned her head away—wait, why was she avoiding it?
She stole a glance, then froze.
Nope. She couldn’t do it.
Why was she chickening out now?
Little Wei patted her side where her kidneys were supposed to be and asked Si, "System, check if I’m missing a kidney."
Si: "..."
"You don’t really need one right now."
Little Wei found that remark downright insulting.
"Excuse me? What do you mean? Girls need kidneys too! What nonsense are you spouting?" she grumbled.
"Then just kiss her already. Scared?"
At Si’s provocation, Little Wei noticed Mu Miao looking at her curiously. She gulped, exhaled into her hand, and sniffed.
Good, her breath was fresh.
Little Wei lowered her head, meeting Mu Miao’s unwavering gaze.
As a pure-hearted maiden, this was her first time actively kissing a girl. She was beyond nervous.
Screw it—she’d go for it!
Her lips barely brushed Mu Miao’s cheek—soft, tender, like cotton candy. And then… she had no idea what to do next.
The idea that men naturally knew everything was a joke to someone as clueless as her.
But Mu Miao responded. Little Wei found herself leaning back on the bed, their loosely draped black hair tangling together. She was too flustered to even look at her master.
Her face burned red. Just a peck on the cheek had her this worked up. After a moment, she finally released Mu Miao, panting lightly.
Little Wei gazed at her master, mesmerized by the shimmer in her eyes, before leaning in to kiss her cheek again.
"You think you’re in control now, but as a bottom, taking the lead doesn’t mean you’re suddenly a top."
Little Wei clenched her tiny pink fists, itching to punch Si for that sudden commentary.
"As a system, you should play dead when your host is doing something scandalous," she hissed through gritted teeth.
"What if I prefer to haunt you instead?"
Little Wei: "..."
Great comeback. Now shut up forever.
The temperature inside the bed curtains rose steadily. Mu Miao blinked slowly, her eyes glimmering like starlight, so mesmerizing that Little Wei nearly lost herself in them.
In the end, Little Wei got what she wanted—so much so that she almost laughed out loud in triumph.
She’d done it!
She’d finally shaken off the shadows of her past life.
But just as she was catching her breath, her previously docile master suddenly sat up slightly, fixing her with a gaze.
Oh no.
Little Wei instantly sensed danger.
"Happy?" Mu Miao asked.
"I was… but now I think I’m about to be unhappy again," Little Wei muttered, biting her lower lip.
Before she could react, Mu Miao cupped the back of her head and—
"Mmph!"
She’d been tricked!
This was a trap!
So much for hoping her master would be the gentle, tearful type.
Little Wei realized—this was even worse than before.
At least in her past life, she could still run away.
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
