The Daily Task of Preventing My Disciple from Turning to the Dark Side

Mu Chen flew out of Pill City at one sitting, with the rage flaring in his heart and the seemingly familiar and strange smell hanging over his mouth, which kept stimulating his nerves overwhelmingly. Actually, Mu Chen felt more bewildered than angry, pondering that his little disciple he cherished all the time finally grew up but should have so treacherous a thought.

The lovely child who hugged him around his leg like a clingy kitten versus this youngster who dared to force him a kiss, the huge contrast just drifted Mu Chenʼs mind far away from wits.

Following Mu Chen at a distance, Chen Mo didnʼt expect that he would see the other in such a helpless state. With this confusion in his mind, he looked around for a reason, only to find the little disciple whoʼd always stayed with Mu Chen in a doting manner didnʼt show up!?

Having sensed that someone was gazing at him, Mu Chen turned his head solemnly and found it was Chen Mo, asking with a surprised voice, ”How come you are here?”

Chen Mo responded sulkily, ”Iʼve been following you all the way. But you didnʼt notice me till now. If I were your enemy, you could already be dead. Whatʼs exactly in your mind?”

Mu Chen looked down, ”You donʼt have the power to kill me now.”

Chen Mo went speechless. Those words were quite heartbreaking. He explained with resignation, ”I saw someone like you and just followed to figure out what was going on. So, what happened? Where is your disciple?”

Mu Chen didnʼt answer him, his face getting dim.

”You had a quarrel?” Chen Mo felt it incredible. Although he had just met once with Gu Yunjue, this discipleʼs filialness was so impressive that his irritating master seemed simply out of the question.

Mu Chen bowed his head, asking faintly, ”Why would a teenage conceive rebelling thought?”

Chen Mo looked for a stone and sit down, saying in all earnestness with a smile on his face while giving Mu Chen a motion to come over. ”A teenage boy is right at the age of impulse. Even you yourself are the same back to decades ago when you were so petulant and irritable that you dared to break into the ancestral temple without regard to overall situation. But now you have a balance in your mind. Despite his wrong ideas, you have much time to rectify his road. So long as he hasnʼt buried himself in some earthshaking evil deeds, itʼs never too late.”

Mu Chen rubbed the corner of his mouth, feeling some headache, ʼIs it possible to correct him right now?ʼ

Thinking to himself that Gu Yunjue just got attacked by someone who he even hadnʼt figured out and then was again thrown into danger with injuries all over his body, Mu Chen suddenly felt regretful. It was all right for him to escape from the situation regardless but hard to say that his sensible disciple alone might think something skewed. If he went astray again like what had happened in his last life, didnʼt those ten years of education end in vain?

When Mu Chen was hesitating whether to go back, a devastating devil wave exploded abruptly out of the highest inn in Pill City.

Devil cultivator!

Mu Chen felt a sting in his heart and instantly disappeared in the spot, sparing no time for a deep thought.

Chen Mo hastened to run after him but was dumped far away by this anxious master.

Back over the inn, Mu Chen hadnʼt even had a chance to fly down before seeing a black shadow attacking his discipleʼs head. His mind suddenly went blank, with nothing about treachery or recklessness but all worry for his little disciple, ʼYunʼer might be killed!ʼ

His body reacting rather faster than his mind, Mu Chen struck a palm directly to counterattack the black shadow. The immortal and the devil spirit powers collided to generate a strong airflow that threw Gu off the roof. Seeing little disciple on the edge of dying like a kite with a snapped string as if a blast would blow him away, Mu Chen flashed behind him at once and held him tightly in his trembling arms.

Seeing Mu Chen get back, the devil cultivator immediately stopped the attack and disappeared in the dark. Mu Chen hadnʼt any attention to scrutinize but worried about his injured disciple wholeheartedly, all in a fluster.

He transmitted spirit power into Gu Yunjueʼs body hurriedly through his shaking hands and didnʼt get relieved until he confirmed Guʼs meridians intact with only flesh wound.

Looking at Mu Chenʼs anxious eyes, Gu Yunjue smiled with unutterable joys shining in his dark eyes. He whispered before coma, ”I win the bet. I know you wonʼt just let me go.”