My Disciple Died Yet Again

At this moment, Zhu Yao finally understood what the idiom ’do not look for trouble, and trouble will not come’, really meant. She really regretted rejecting the ice caveman’s request to take her in as his disciple earlier. If she had not done so, he would not have forcefully purchased her out of anger, and even more so, he would not have thrown her onto this barren land and have her fend for herself.

She was simply taken in as a disciple, that’s all. She did not really make a loss. And seeing the attitude those people at the hall had towards him earlier, this master of hers was definitely someone of extremely high caliber. With someone like him backing her up, it was not really a bad thing. Even if she offended that red-clothed lady earlier, she probably wouldn’t dare to cause her any trouble. But, if she had returned to the mortal realm, she might have found ways to torture her. He’s evidently her savior who descended from the heavens!

After thinking this through, Zhu Yao’s resentment towards this wonderful master of hers completely disappeared in an instant, rather, a feeling of gratitude surged inside her, and she even gained the motivation to climb the mountain.

But this gratitude completely disappeared when she reached the base of the mountain. No matter how far she climbed, she felt as though she could not reach the top no matter how long she took. The hell, she finally understood why that ice caveman told her to find him in the next morning. Because, she spent an entire day and night climbing the mountain.

Only when the sun had risen right up to the top on the second day, did she finally reach the top of the mountain. Dog-tired, she collapsed onto the ground, and could no longer move a single limb.

As for the certain master, who sat in his room for the entire night, anxiously waiting for his disciple to report, when he finally thought of personally investigating why she had yet to arrive, he opened the door, and saw a body lying straight on the floor in front of his house. A body covered entirely in dirt, her hair was in a mess, and on her pale face, there was spots of purple, as though they were traces of her smacking into something.

If he had not been able to sense the anger that was still emitting out from her body, he would have really thought that this Lightning Spirit Vein disciple of his, whom he finally managed to obtain, was gone just like that.