【Unorthodox, outrageously senior, absurdly powerful, try me if you dare · Master (FL)】

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【A paragon of virtue, serene as moonlight, leader of the righteous demonic sect · Disciple (ML)】

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【From white to black to mad, slaughtering through two realms, resetting time just to find his master · Disciple turned Antagonist】

1.

Mu Hanyuan was once hailed as the “Bright Moon in the Sky” of the cultivation world — the ideal, the unattainable white moonlight in every cultivator’s heart.

He was pure and aloof, untouched by worldly dust, as clean and distant as the snow atop the highest peak.

Unfortunately, that snow was later trampled under a crimson-toed foot, crushed and defiled into filthy mud.

And the one who crushed him — was his master, Yun Yao.

2.

After Yun Yao’s unexpected death, Mu Hanyuan became a fearsome demonic lord, a name that sent shivers through the cultivation world.

A peerless talent, he was on the brink of ascension in less than a millennium.

But before his ascension, he discovered a lingering heart demon in his divine soul —

It was none other than his former master, Yun Yao.

To ascend, he had to slay the heart demon with his own hands.

So, Mu Hanyuan reversed time, sending a sliver of his soul back hundreds of years into the past.

He planned to possess his younger self at the tribulation stage—

Then personally kill Yun Yao, once and for all.

3.

Everything went according to plan.

Except… the Yun Yao of this timeline was strange.

Not only did she keep her distance from him, she diligently guided “him” toward the righteous path, doing everything to prevent his fall into darkness.

Still, as long as this body reached the tribulation stage, it could host his returning soul.

But on the eve of the possession—

Mu Hanyuan saw his younger self kneeling by Yun Yao’s bed as she slept—

The once serene moonlight now fallen, he kissed her lips with a reverent, deranged passion.

4.

“Master.”

Mu Hanyuan lay beside her, his cold, pale fingers threading through Yun Yao’s dark hair.

He kissed her earlobe, eyes fixed coldly on a shimmer in the air—

—A ghostly projection bearing his exact face.

“I won’t let anyone have you.”

—

“Not even him.”

5.

Yun Yao was sure she was the unluckiest transmigrator in history.

Because her disciple was a rebellious, completely unhinged demonic lord.

For example:

Last night, he kept her up until the moon reached its peak.

And this morning, the cold, beautiful man with hair like a waterfall was gripping her wrist, expression grim and dangerous:

“Tell me. Where did he touch you last night?”

Yun Yao: “…???”

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