Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

"You say you're my apprentice, what proof do you have?" Qin Baobao was already certain in her heart and wanted to hear what the person in front of her had to say.

"I was only five years old when I went with my father to become his disciple." Wang Chongyang's gaze was distant, as if he were looking back.

"I was immediately struck by his extraordinary talent when I first saw him, and I was determined to stay on the mountain."

"Because I was the youngest, my senior brothers and sisters were all very kind to me. I was well-behaved and sensible back then, and my master always liked to pat my head. Thinking back on those times now, they were truly wonderful!"

Back then, life was carefree; everything was taken care of by his senior brothers and sisters. Wang Chongyang only needed to go down to the river to catch fish and climb trees to steal birds' nests. Unlike later, when all the burdens fell on his shoulders.

"Time flies, my senior brothers and sisters are all gone. I'm the only one left, barely clinging to life." Wang Chongyang looked at himself with self-mockery. What difference was there between living like this and being dead?

"When I was eight years old, my master went on a pilgrimage and never returned. Several of my fellow disciples went to look for him, but there was no news of him. In the end, I was left alone on the mountain, waiting for you all to come back."

"Life is fleeting, barely a hundred years, I really can't wait any longer." The old man's voice instantly turned dejected.

How could he not know how pungent this meat was? It was human flesh! The first time he ate it, he almost vomited his stomach out. Two hundred years—he'd been eating it for two hundred years.

I have no idea how I survived these past two hundred years.

From initial disgust to later numbness, he has now come to enjoy it.

As long as he doesn't go out, regardless of the ridicule and sarcasm from the outside world, he will still be that high and mighty, revered grandmaster.

Qin Baobao calmly exposed him, "So you found a secret method to marinate yourself in this pot?"

Calling it a secret method sounds nice, but the meat in the pot smelled terrible, something Qin Baobao still remembers vividly. It might not even have been any kind of meat!

Qin Baobao's words pulled Wang Chongyang out of his delusions.

Wang Chongyang raised his head and looked at Qin Baobao with a dazed expression.

Why does Master speak so harshly?

I'm not a vegetable that needs to be pickled. Could it be that I've really misunderstood? Although my master is aloof, he is also very kind.

Unlike the person in front of me, whose words were so venomous they made me feel ashamed.

Wang Chongyang's heart wavered slightly.

"May I ask your esteemed name?"

Qin Baobao thought the old man had finally come to terms with reality, so she gave him her name.

"My name is Hongyun."

Qin Baobao never expected that revealing her name would cause the other person to go even crazier. They were gesticulating wildly, almost standing up from the pot.

Don't do that. I don't want to see an old man's physique. You should at least pay attention to your image. Don't think that just because you're old, you can act like a scoundrel.

"Master, it's you! There's no mistake, the same appearance, the same name!" The old man was extremely excited. There was no mistake, this was his master. He had waited for over two hundred years, and finally, his master had returned.

Qin Baobao took out a mirror and winked at her reflection. She was incredibly charming and beautiful. "Okay, I feel much better now."

Qin Baobao began to analyze the only clues available to her.

This must be a parallel world; his master also happens to be named Hongyun. However, he was a mortal and should be dead by now.

This guy is a fool. He waited for his master for over two hundred years, and he's practically become a pickled man himself.

Don't you realize that humans aren't tortoises? Do they even have that kind of lifespan?

Qin Baobao's attitude softened a bit, but she still kept her distance, mainly because she couldn't stand the fishy smell.

“Your story is very touching.”

"But I'm sorry, I'm not your master." Seeing Qin Baobao's gentle gaze, Wang Chongyang became even more certain. That gaze was exactly the same as when his master looked at him when he was a child.

"No, you are my master. Have you been tricked by villains and lost your memory? Don't worry, I will definitely find the secret formula and restore your memory."

She has a good imagination; it's a shame she's not an editor.

Qin Baobao transformed, reverting to her true form. Her hair was as black as ink, and her red robes were dazzling. Every nod and every step she took exuded an ethereal, unapproachable aura.

Given his situation, he can't possibly still shamelessly claim to be his master, can he?

When Wang Chongyang looked up again, he could no longer see Qin Baobao's face clearly. It was as if she were hidden in a misty mountain range, impossible to make out.

As a Ming Dynasty person, he had been familiar with various secret texts and classics since childhood. When he saw Qin Baobao now, Wang Chongyang was stunned.

A passage from a classic text that I had once read suddenly popped into my mind.

Immortals are hidden in the misty haze, hence the saying: the face of an immortal cannot be seen.

"Are you... an immortal?"

This Wang Chongyang is quite good; he knows his stuff much better than Officer Zhang. He didn't say that he was pretending, but rather that he wanted the other person to drop the pretense.

"I did indeed take on a disciple while I was traveling alone, and his name was indeed Wang Chongyang. However, it was not you. I taught him the methods of cultivating immortality, while you learned martial arts."

"If I'm not mistaken, your master should have already passed away."

Wang Chongyang hadn't recovered from the shock he'd just experienced when this news hit him so hard he was on the verge of collapse.

Wang Chongyang's withered fingers gripped the edge of the pot, his breathing rapid, his whole body trembling, he was just one breath away from dying.

I've waited for over two hundred years. And now you're telling me my master is dead? What was the point of all that waiting?

I don't believe it. My master wouldn't be so heartless as to abandon me. He clearly loved me so much, even giving me the Zhenshan Pearl.

Qin Baobao was startled and quickly took out the spiritual spring water and poured it down his throat. If something happened to this old man while she was here, she would definitely have a falling out with Qi Yunzi.

With the infusion of life-giving spiritual spring water, Wang Chongyang's face regained its luster, no longer showing the paleness he had at the beginning.

"Thank you so much, Immortal Master, for saving my life!" Due to his limited mobility, Wang Chongyang could only clench his fist and bow in gratitude from inside the pot.

I almost went mad just now. If I hadn't been on the brink of death, I probably wouldn't have been able to calm down.

The person in front of him was incredibly powerful and far more capable than his master.

"No need. It's fate that you share the same name as my apprentice." Let's finish this quickly and leave. This old man is a huge trap; whoever falls in is doomed.

"This place is teeming with ghosts and monsters; it can't last long. Why not lead them to the underworld so they can be reincarnated sooner? What do you think?"

“It’s not that they don’t want to be reincarnated. My master once gave me a spirit pearl. At dawn, it would absorb them into the spirit pearl. Over time, they have been bound to this place and cannot be reincarnated.” Wang Chongyang was also quite worried about this matter.

Wang Chongyang's eyes lit up when he glanced at the person in front of him. Couldn't this person solve the problem?

"If the immortal master is willing to help..." Wang Chongyang looked at Qin Baobao with bright eyes.

There should be nothing in this world that immortals cannot accomplish.