Chapter 177: The Bootlicking Immortal Lord Who Wants to Live Off a Woman (Part 43)

This old man, known as Immortal Lord Xian Yue, was once a mighty figure from ancient times, having lived for at least thirteen thousand years.

Over the course of those long years, he had already reached the Tribulation Stage. But during the great chaos of the ancient era, when the Immortal Realm fell into decline and the war between gods and demons shattered the heavens, the Immortal Realm ceased to exist altogether.

Even if he wanted to ascend, there was no longer a path. As the number one cultivator in the world, he had simply endured through millennia of solitude.

Xian Yue had long since lost any attachment to this monotonous existence.

But by a twist of fate, he ended up taking in an amusing little disciple.

That disciple was none other than Shen Xiuyan.

From the moment he laid eyes on the boy, Shen Xiuyan had been cold and expressionless, like an emotionless puppet.

This piqued Xian Yue’s interest, and he made it his daily hobby to tease him just to see him change expressions.

Before he knew it, the once mysterious and dignified ancient cultivator had turned into a mischievous yet still dignified old eccentric.

Thanks to that disciple, he found that the days ahead didn’t seem quite so dull anymore.

But then, a thousand years ago, he suddenly felt his end approaching. Unwilling to endure the pain of parting, he quietly slipped away without telling anyone.

Naturally, Shen Xiuyan received no word and couldn’t find him no matter how he searched.

After that, rumors spread—some said his lifespan had run out and he had died.

Others claimed he had simply lived too long and lost all interest in the world, choosing to go into seclusion.

Speculation ran rampant, but one thing was certain: no one had seen him since.

And so Shen Xiuyan smoothly became the number one cultivator in the world.

As his end neared, Xian Yue did feel a bit of regret.

After raising his disciple for so long and growing so close, he was about to perish without even seeing Shen Xiuyan’s vibrant self one last time. That left him a little disappointed.

He wondered how his disciple would fare after he was gone—would he become even more detached from the world?

The thought made his heart ache. And just like that, he no longer wanted to fade into oblivion.

So he mustered the last of his strength and found an ancient secret realm. There, he set up all kinds of formations, hoping to linger in the world just a little longer—at least until he could be sure his disciple was truly okay.

The formations weren’t easy to construct. He had already prepared for the worst—after all, he was already dying. If he failed, so be it. But if he succeeded, he could extend his existence a bit more.

Fortunately, he half-succeeded. His divine sense remained within the secret realm.

Back then, he had a mischievous thought: when would his disciple find this place? And when he did, would he finally show some emotion?

But to his disappointment, his cold and unfeeling disciple, after his departure, became even more detached from the world—either in seclusion or on the way to it.

Naturally, he never discovered the secret realm.

Over the long years, a group of cultivators eventually stumbled upon the secret realm. The moment they entered, Xian Yue hid all the good stuff.

Obviously, those treasures were meant for his dear disciple—why would he let these random brats have them?

Of course, these people didn’t leave empty-handed. They got their hands on what he considered junk.

And even that junk made them ecstatic. It made Xian Yue realize just how barren the current cultivation world had become.

They came back several more times to explore, but his disciple still never showed up.

Until today.

Maybe they finally thought the secret realm was safe, so they let a batch of young disciples in.

The moment those kids stepped in, he immediately sensed his disciple’s presence.

When he finally spotted Shen Xiuyan among the crowd, Xian Yue—who hadn’t felt much in over ten thousand years—was stunned.

Was that really his disciple???

Why did he look even younger than before?

Thankfully, upon closer inspection, he realized that body was just Shen Xiuyan’s incarnation, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He had feared something had gone wrong after his departure, but it turned out to be intentional.

Xian Yue shook his head in disbelief. He hadn’t even had a chance to scare his disciple yet, and the brat had already given him a shock.

But he had no idea—an even bigger surprise was waiting for him.

Soon after, he saw Shen Xiuyan walking very closely with a young woman, acting all cutesy and affectionate without the slightest hesitation.

Xian Yue was dumbfounded. Was this really his emotionless puppet of a disciple?

His divine sense followed them, witnessing all kinds of sides to his disciple he had never seen before.

Then came the moment Shen Xiuyan confessed his feelings.

Xian Yue’s divine sense cracked for a second, then his face settled into an expression of “I knew it.”

So his disciple had fallen in love. He never imagined the boy would act like that when he did.

Xian Yue was quite pleased with the development. At least now someone would be there to accompany him through life, and his disciple might finally live with some vitality. That gave him peace of mind.

So he opened the restriction he had prepared especially for him. Otherwise, with those clueless kids, they could search for another ten thousand years and never find it.

Though there had been a slight hiccup, at least his disciple had come in.

And so, the master and disciple finally began a long-overdue conversation.

Shen Xiuyan, much to Xian Yue’s satisfaction, finally cracked an expression. Xian Yue proudly patted him on the shoulder.

“I’m very pleased with this marriage.”

Shen Xiuyan hadn’t expected that his confession had been seen—by none other than his own master. His face flushed red as he lowered his head. “Master, what are you talking about…”

“Hahahahaha!” Xian Yue burst out laughing. “Never thought you had it in you, kid!”

“Master!” Shen Xiuyan growled, both embarrassed and annoyed.

“Alright, alright, I won’t say more. So—when are you planning to become Dao Companions?” Xian Yue stroked his beard, grinning from ear to ear.

He looked every bit like a proud father whose foolish son had finally found someone willing to take him.

Shen Xiuyan: “…”

Didn’t he say he’d stop? Why bring it up again?

He finally understood—he couldn’t show this old rascal any reaction at all.

Expressionless, Shen Xiuyan replied, “Of course, the sooner the better.”

“Oh~ so eager, huh?” Xian Yue’s tone shifted. “But tell me, disciple, what’s with this incarnation of yours? Why is it so… hmm, adorable?”

Shen Xiuyan couldn’t hold it in anymore. Resigned, he said, “Mingyue likes this type.”

“Hahahaha! So even you have a day like this!” Xian Yue laughed so hard he clutched his belly. “What, your original appearance doesn’t do it for her anymore?”

Before Shen Xiuyan could respond, Xian Yue stroked his chin and said, “Well, that makes sense. Cold and stern all the time—what’s so great about that? If I were a young lady, I wouldn’t like you either.”

Shen Xiuyan: “……”

Shen Xiuyan grabbed the dead-fish-eyed noodles and stared expressionlessly at Xian Yue. Was that really something a master should say about their own disciple?

Xian Yue waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t look at me like that. Staring won’t change the fact that she didn’t like your original self.”

Shen Xiuyan had to admit—his master truly had a knack for stabbing straight into the heart.

It really hurt.