Chà Chà Novel

Lin Huaiqing felt around in his qiankun pouch and drew out a hair ribbon woven from Shimmering Light brocade. He covered his eyes, which had been corrupted by demonic energy, and tied it behind his head.

His senior brother had noticed something wrong with his eyes at a glance. They must have undergone some rather severe changes.

He did not want to frighten the child.

In a side chamber of Qingming Hall, Qin Du jolted awake from a nightmare.

He sat bolt upright, drenched in cold sweat, only to discover that he was somewhere completely unfamiliar.

The room was spacious and bright, the bed beneath him soft. Even his clothes had been replaced with a clean Daoist robe.

Where was he? Hadn’t Mu Yunting run a sword through his chest, torn out his demonic core, and thrown him into the miasma-filled abyss?

Could he have been reborn?

His reflection looked no more than eighteen or nineteen. The demonic markings on his neck had yet to fade, and compared with his power at its peak, the demonic energy within him was pitifully meager.

He was the Demon Venerable’s illegitimate son, yet the demon race had never accepted him, all because he was a lowly half-breed born of human and demon blood.

But after enduring countless hardships and exhausting every scheme to become the next Demon Venerable, he had found himself facing the combined might of the immortal sects.

Leading them was the enemy he hated most in this life—Mu Yunting.

Before he could dwell further on the past, he heard a series of unsteady footsteps outside.

Someone was at the door!

For a moment, Qin Du did not know what to make of the situation. Most likely, someone had rescued him—and that someone was a cultivator.

They had even dressed him in a cultivator’s robes.

Perhaps it was because he had lost too much blood from his injuries, but he was beginning to lose the ability to conceal his demonic markings.

These were turbulent times. War between the demon race and the cultivation world could erupt at any moment. If anyone discovered what he was, a cultivator would probably run him through on the spot.

Rather than die beneath a cultivator’s sword, he might as well strike first.

Besides, judging by those faltering footsteps, whoever stood outside could hardly be a formidable opponent.

Qin Du carefully slipped out of bed and made his way to the door without a sound.

He would wait for the person to enter, catch them off guard, kill them with a single blow, and escape.

Outside, Lin Huaiqing knocked. When no answer came, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Qin Du seized his chance. The dagger in his hand flashed toward Lin Huaiqing’s face, only to stop barely half an inch from his neck.

A silk ribbon covered the man’s eyes, and dark hair fell loosely at his sides. His face was as lovely as a beautiful woman’s, his slender waist faintly discernible beneath a moon-white Daoist robe.

If Qin Du remembered correctly, he had seen this man before!

Only once, but the encounter had left a lasting impression.

In his previous life, he had gained the upper hand in a fight with Mu Yunting and had been moments away from taking his life.

Then a blind swordsman with extraordinary skill had appeared out of nowhere and carried the gravely wounded Mu Yunting to safety.

Blind though he was, the man was stunning—more beautiful than all the human and demon women Qin Du had ever seen put together.

Only after making inquiries had Qin Du learned that his sworn enemy actually had a blind master!

And this was no ordinary man. Before losing his sight, he had been the cultivation world’s foremost Sword Venerable.

Mu Yunting held his master in the deepest affection and respect. Their bond was so strong that the cultivation world regarded them as a model of the master-disciple relationship.

In his previous life, there had been no one Mu Yunting respected more than his blind master.

And now, the person who had saved Qin Du was that very same man!

He had originally intended to kill his rescuer outright. But since fate had delivered someone from his enemy’s side into his hands, a quick death would no longer do.

“Are you awake?” Lin Huaiqing asked.

He had heard footsteps just now. The child must be awake.

Qin Du cautiously waved a hand in front of Lin Huaiqing’s eyes. As expected, there was no reaction.

Since the man really was blind, there was no need to keep hiding anything. He could not see the demonic markings on Qin Du’s body.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

“This is the Xuantian Sect. I’m the one who rescued you from the abyss. In return, you’ll take me as your master.”

Qin Du: “???”

This did not seem quite right. Wasn’t this man Mu Yunting’s master? Was he supposed to become Mu Yunting’s junior disciple brother?

“Why should I? I don’t even know you. Besides, you’re blind. What could you possibly teach me?”

Now even Lin Huaiqing was taken aback. Hadn’t the system said the young male lead had always been obedient, polite, and sensible?

Why did he seem more like a rebellious teenager?

Still, guided by the principle that “if you bring a child home, you have to raise him—even if you cry the whole way through,” Lin Huaiqing patiently tried to persuade Qin Du to become his disciple.

“There are plenty of perks to being my disciple,” Lin Huaiqing coaxed.

“What perks?”

“You can eat whatever you like in the Xuantian Sect and enjoy anything that looks fun. When there’s a market in town, I can take you there too. You can buy whatever you want.”

Children his age all liked food and fun. He just had to appeal to those interests.

Qin Du shook his head in disbelief.

He had to admit, this blind man really knew how to treat a disciple.

The orthodox sects were extremely strict when selecting disciples. Even those who made the cut had to start in the outer sect.

Not only did they toil at exhausting chores every day, but they also had to attend to their masters.

He had never imagined being this man’s disciple would be so enjoyable. No work, free food and drink—and best of all, his master was blind. Didn’t that mean he could do whatever he pleased without being found out?

But the thought that Mu Yunting had enjoyed such a comfortable life for so many years made him grind his teeth with resentment.

Qin Du’s eyes shifted as he thought of his answer.

“I can be your disciple, but you have to promise me one thing: I’ll be your only disciple for the rest of your life.”

Lin Huaiqing agreed without hesitation.

“All right…”

He had never intended to take anyone else anyway. One disciple was enough.

Clearly, Qin Du had not expected him to agree so readily. It seemed he had met this blind master before Mu Yunting did this time around.

Now he would like to see how Mu Yunting planned to compete with him.

Stealing Mu Yunting’s master was rather satisfying—especially once he realized just how pleasing to the eye that master was.

So this was the heavenly life Mu Yunting had enjoyed in his previous life. No wonder he had been so insufferably arrogant!

Few people ever visited Lingxiao Peak. And so, master and disciple spent five years together on the mountain.

Five years passed in the blink of an eye. Qin Du had long since recovered completely. He now stood a full head taller than Lin Huaiqing and had learned a considerable number of immortal arts.

He had temporarily suppressed the demonic energy within him. Barring any unforeseen mishaps, even a Nascent Soul cultivator would struggle to uncover his true identity.

Lin Huaiqing, meanwhile, had happily enjoyed the peace and quiet. The young male lead’s personality differed somewhat from the system’s description, but his talent was undeniably exceptional.

With only an occasional word of guidance, Qin Du could grasp the principles and put them into practice.

In just five years, he was already showing signs of an imminent breakthrough to the Golden Core stage.

Surely the day he eradicated the demon race and united the cultivation world could not be far off.

There was just one thing: lately, Lin Huaiqing had been having some trouble with his sleep.

Not because he couldn’t sleep, but because he slept far too deeply.

For the past few days, he had been going to bed between nine and eleven at night. He would fall asleep in less than the time it took an incense stick to burn, then sleep straight through until late morning.

Whenever he woke, his wrists felt a little sore. He suspected he had been lying on his arm in his sleep, making it go numb.

“Master, it’s time for your calming tea.”

While Lin Huaiqing was lost in thought, Qin Du approached with a steaming cup of tea.

He had to admit, his disciple had become much more obedient as he grew older. These days, Qin Du saw to his meals and daily needs, bringing him tea and water without a word of complaint.

He even insisted on personally making sure Lin Huaiqing drank his nightly calming tea. The temperature was always just right, too.

“Let’s skip it tonight. I’ve been sleeping very well these past few days. Surely I don’t need the tea?”

Qin Du immediately grew anxious.

“How could you skip it? You’ve been sleeping well because the tea is working. Without it, you may have trouble falling asleep tonight. Here, let me help you drink it.”

“All right…”

Lin Huaiqing relented and drank the tea. Before long, he was already growing drowsy.