Currently, two of my small goals are progressing as normal, except for the most important one - my male lead has turned into a cute useless crap. Due to becoming a small crap, his demonic cultivation period is also indefinitely delayed.
I'm worried sick, feeling as thin as a sheet of paper. I'm afraid of something strange happening, like a boat capsizing in a calm river. It's always on my mind. Every time I ask Chen Zhou if there's anything weird in his heart, or if someone strange is whispering in his ear, he shakes his head and says, "Shi Fu, you worry too much."
Every time I hear this, I become even more worried, like every time I open Zhihu and find out that there are no cute passersby giving my dedicated novels a thumbs-up. According to the original plot, Chen Zhou should have already entered a demonic state by now. He struggled with his inner demons for a long time with remarkable self-control, but was ultimately unable to resist them and was slapped in front of everyone at the Sword Fighting Tournament.
There's only half a month left until that moment. Now, even when he's cultivating as an immortal, he's doing a lousy job of it, and his desire to be possessed by his inner demons has completely disappeared.
I found the dirty and ragged Chen Zhou at the foot of the mountain five years ago, and I've been teaching him all the spells and techniques I know without reservation since then. I gave him all the original owner's secret books and manuscripts as well. To prevent him from feeling pressured, I stopped taking any more disciples, and he became my only disciple.
No matter where I go, I always bring him along. And if I can't, when I find something delicious, I secretly save some for him. This is how my own mother treated me. If he really ends up turning on me, I can only leave behind a graceful and amiable last word: "Chen Zhou, you're such a f**king loser. Your f**king father is dead and you don't have a butt hole."
Oh sorry, I've gone off-topic and lost my composure. Just thinking about his rebellion breaks my heart.
In summary, five years, five years! Do you know how I'm spending my five years? You don't know, you can only laugh at me from behind the screen. Five years have passed, Chen Zhou, are you not planning to rebel and become a delicate and tender little cabbage who is possessed by demons and becomes a success?
I have tried to come up with solutions for him, and I have even tried to pressure him, but, oh my, how did he become so good-looking? Why is it that even when he furrows his brows or just glances at me, he looks so good-looking?
Who can resist him?
If he can't learn, then he can't learn. Let's talk about it tomorrow. Come on boy, let me take you to have a meal first.
But now that he's about to enter the demon realm, I can't keep indulging him like this. He is the male lead and he can't be a useless ornament. How can he even pass as the female lead's counterpart?
I looked at him sitting on the grass beside me, his slender and beautiful hands weaving grass.
"My disciple..."
"Yes, ShiFu," he answered. "What's the matter?"
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My Devil King Disciple Became Useless
Ficção HistóricaMy tenth year after transferred into this book. The male lead, who was cool, dominant, and powerful in the book, had practiced for five years and reached a level that was equivalent to 500 years of practice for others... Under my influence, he becam...
