"You little blind boy, you have such a pretty face, what a waste! If you were a good boy and begged your master, he would definitely heal your eyes."

"He has a lot of backbone. If you ask him to beg his master, he'd rather kill himself than beg for mercy."

In the training ground of the Wuji Sect, several men dressed in different colored clothes gathered together and commented on a man sitting on a stone bench.

The man in white scoffed, "Shi Yuan, why don't you beg me? I have a good relationship with my master. If you beg me, I'll put in a good word for you with him."

The man who spoke first fiddled with the medicinal pill in his hand: "I have some pills here to cure eye diseases. Although they are not as good as the ones my master made, they can still purify the toxins in the body. If you beg me, I can give them to you."

Another young man wielding a sledgehammer said, "Why are you guys wasting your breath talking to him? If you ask me, we should just smash him to death with one blow. Master certainly won't blame us."

The boy, who had remained silent until now, smiled.

He tilted his head, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "Okay."

Several people choked.

"Ugh, this brat is driving me crazy! I'm going to beat him to death!"

The young man wielding the sledgehammer turned red with anger and immediately raised it to smash the boy.

"stop."

Suddenly, a dignified voice came from behind.

Upon hearing this, the men immediately put away their weapons, straightened their clothes, and bowed in respect.

"Greetings, Master."

A figure in flowing green robes appeared before them, his face as white as snow, his expression indifferent as he swept over his incomparably beautiful disciples.

Shi Yao was dressed in white, and the only valuable thing he owned was his Frost Sword.

Shi Mu, dressed in purple robes and with black hair, holds a pill furnace in his hand and usually enjoys exploding the furnace.

Shi Yang, a brute wielding a sledgehammer, had a physique that no one could match.

All three are disciples of Nanzhi.

They are all different, but the only thing they have in common is that they are all very good-looking.

Nanzhi's eyes were indifferent.

Her gaze fell on Shi Yang, a hint of dissatisfaction rising within her.

"Shi Yang, how did I teach you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sense of authority swept over him, and Shi Yang felt as if his knees weighed a ton, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

He said tremblingly, "Master, you instructed your fellow disciples not to kill each other. I was wrong. Please spare my life."

Nan Zhi then removed the restraints from his knees, coldly curling her lips: "Go down and carry the stones from the foot of the mountain to Qingxin Hall, and then carry them back."

Although Shi Yang was somewhat dissatisfied, he dared not refute his master's words and could only leave in a huff.

Nan Zhi looked at his tanned, muscular physique, drooled, and then turned back to her aloof and beautiful master demeanor.

"What are you two doing here instead of cultivating?"

Shi Yao and Shi Mu also left reluctantly.

On the training field, only Nanzhi and the boy in front of her remained for a moment.

The boy was frail and sat alone on a stone bench, his back slightly hunched. His long, dark hair fell over his shoulders, along with the white veil over his eyes, half of it falling in front of his legs and half draped over his wrists, making him appear even more delicate and fragile, evoking pity in people.

The boy had an exceptionally handsome face with a strong profile, a high and straight nose, thin diamond-shaped lips, and a mole at the corner of his lip that seemed to be the finishing touch, giving him an aura of ascetic charm.

Shi Yuan.

The chosen one of destiny in this plane.

Born with both demon and god in one body, possessing the power to destroy the world.

If one cultivates to become a demon, one can destroy the realm of gods.

If one cultivates to the level of a god, one can destroy the demon race.

For this reason, he was feared by both the demon and god races, both of whom were afraid of being wiped out because of him. In order to avoid this situation, both the demon and god races hunted him down at the same time.

As long as we destroy him.

Then the gods and demons can live in peace.

He has died eight times; this is his final reincarnation.

If he is killed this time, he will disappear from the world completely.

In this reincarnation, Shi Yuan became the youngest disciple of Master Shi Zun, the headmaster of the Wuji Sect.

The headmaster is also the original owner of Nanzhi's inheritance this time.

The original owner did not see through the demonic restraint on him, and took him as a disciple purely because his face was too handsome.

Yes, the most famous master of the Wuji Sect, a cultivation sect, appears to outsiders as a cold and strict beautiful master, but in reality, he is a lecherous pervert.

She had a total of nine disciples, all of whom were male. It wasn't a lot, and they weren't the most talented, but their looks were definitely the best among all the cultivation sects.

Her disciples were unaware that she had taken them in because of their good looks, and they believed that their master genuinely wanted to teach them, so they remained loyal.

However, Shi Yuan was the most disobedient of the nine disciples.

Shi Yuan was picked up by the original owner a month ago.

He was blind, but he knew that if he had just asked the original owner of the body, the original owner would have saved him.

But he was born rebellious and refused to bow down to the original owner no matter what.

The original owner was also stubborn. With so many disciples, she could have just picked one to train, but she insisted on training Shi Yuan.

Finally, Shi Yuan seized an opportunity, transformed into a demon, and killed her.

At the same time, due to his deep resentment towards both the demon and god races, he lost his mind and was controlled by demonic energy, almost destroying the entire Six Realms.

[Zhizhi, it's the same as before. This time, you must give birth to Shiyuan's child, so that he can escape the pursuit of the demon and god races and protect the safety of the Six Realms.]

003 reminded her, "This mission is special. The child you give birth to might be a crucial turning point in saving Shi Yuan."

"What's the meaning?"

[Sorry, Zhizhi, I don't know the specifics either; you'll have to figure out the plot yourself.]

Nanzhi frowned and looked at Shi Yuan.

Poor thing, he's been hunted down for eight lifetimes, he must be starved for love. Let her 37-degree lips warm him up.

She softened her voice: "Shi Yuan, what are you doing here?"

Shi Yuan's crimson lips curved slightly, seemingly pleased: "Waiting to die, Master."

Nan Zhi choked.

Oh dear, she's a little yandere.

Hehe, she is too, they make a perfect pair.

She sat down opposite him, propped her chin on her hand, and stared at him, mimicking his smile: "Why wait to die?"

Shi Yuan's expression seemed to freeze for a moment, then the corners of his lips widened: "Because I don't want to live anymore, Master."

"Why don't you want to live anymore?"

"Because the sunlight isn't warm enough and the air isn't fresh enough."

"Anything else?"

Shi Yuan seemed to finally notice the subtle change in Nan Zhi, and his voice suddenly became excited.

"Master, please beg me, and I will tell you."

According to past practice, Nanzhi would definitely be furious upon hearing this and would slap him across the face.

But at that moment, Nanzhi simply blinked and said, "Please, I beg you, just tell me."

Shi Yuan: ...

Nan Zhi's unusual actions left Shi Yuan speechless.

But soon, Nanzhi sensed that Shi Yuan's expression had turned up with a strange and intense excitement.

"Because I hate my master."

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Waaaaah, the third yandere disciple from another dimension has arrived! Are you all still here, my little cuties?