Transmigrating into the Villain's White Rabbit Master

Chapter 1: Beansprout

"Where did this beansprout come from?"

Mo Shulin wore a thin cloak, waiting in front of the courtyard gate for a whole two shichen, the snow went from a thin layer to covering his knees, actually waiting for such a cold blooded sentence.

The handsome and tall man in red quickly walked towards Mo Shulin, stirring up a breeze.

Although it was regular walking, every step the man in red took on the snow covered floor left no imprint. It was obvious that the man in red had a great cultivation level.

The man in red was an elder of the sect, and was who Mo Shulin had come to beg to take him in – the rabbit spirit Bai Yuming.

However, Mo Shulin waited for two shichen, and Bai Yuming did not even give him a single glance.

Bai Yuming pushed open the broken wooden gate, walking straight into the dilapidated courtyard.

The courtyard gate was made simply out of bamboo and thatch, old and run down. The gate was originally covered in a thick layer of snow, when the man in red pushed it, the gate shook twice and could no longer hold on, falling on to the snow covered ground.

The fallen gate was like the skies separating the two. Mo Shulin looked at the red silhouette that was getting further and further away, clenching his fists tightly.

The blistering cold wind blew gale over, Mo Shulin's head and shoulders were covered in white snow, like a snowman. If not for this last ray of hope, he would not bother waiting so bitterly in the great wind and snow for two shichen.

There was no hatred in Mo Shulin's eyes, just a deep sense of unresolvable anguish.

Being reborn, he was unable to escape the fate of having his spiritual roots crippled. Today he merely wanted a place to live, but this was also an unreasonable demand.

Human nature generally inclined towards kindness. If given a choice, Mo Shulin would rather be a servant for his whole life, unwilling to become a Demonic Master with hands full of blood and sin.

But where could he have such a choice?

Without Bai Yuming's permission, Mo Shulin did not dare to enter the gate, and could only lower his head and wait. But his heart was already like the gate, slowly eroded by the white snow, gradually losing hope.

Waiting for another half an incense of time, only then did an official who wore a thick cloak start to walk up the mountain.

It was the same distance from the bottom to the peak of the mountain, but Bai Yuming, the genteel young master in red, was not affected by the snow, while the official with a strong physique had a head full of sweat, panting up and down.

The difference between Immortal stage cultivator and a Golden Core stage cultivator was simply too great.

Therefore, no matter how unbearable Bai Yuming's reputation was, moreover staying in this kind of shabby dwelling, there was nobody who dared to take him lightly.

"Aiyo, this year's snowfall is too great, even the gate was crushed." The official saw the fallen gate in shock. But he did not have the time to repair it, stepping on the gate that had a layer of show, walking into the courtyard.

There was obviously no fence around the courtyard and he just needed to make a little detour, but the official stepped on the broken door for a tiny moment of convenience.

Seeing Mo Shulin who was still frozen in the spot, the official whispered softly: "Why are you in a daze, hurry, follow me in."

Mo Shulin settled his frame of mind, and carefully avoided the fallen gate, trying his best not to step on the pitiful gate.