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I transmigrated into a high-risk profession in the cultivation world—master.

To protect myself, I decided to disguise myself as an old man so that my disciple wouldn’t take an interest in me.

But why did my disciple still look at me with those strange eyes in the end?

Wait, dude, do you have a father complex? Even like this, you still won’t let me go!

Later, I found out that my disciple is a true dragon descendant, and my disguise doesn’t work on him at all!

So, what I see as paternal affection, does he see as flirting?

‘…’

Wait, if he’s a dragon, doesn’t that mean he has… two…?

That’s terrifying.

To protect myself, I decisively abandoned my disciple and fled.

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1

My name is Xie Yunhuai, and I’ve transmigrated. I ended up in the body of a young and handsome man in the cultivation world.

This person is also an elder in a large sect, and he seems to hold a relatively high position.

However, none of that is the main point; the key is that in a couple of days, I’m supposed to accept a disciple.

Young, handsome man, elder, accepting a disciple…

With all these terms combined, I only feel that—my behind is in danger.

Although I’m a straight man, I’ve heard that being a master in the cultivation world is the most dangerous profession.

Therefore, I’m not particularly keen on accepting a disciple, but the sect master sent me a message… No, he used a transmission to say that this year I must take on a disciple!

The sect has a disciple recruitment meeting every ten years, and I’ve already put it off for many years. The sect master insists that I must accept a disciple this year.

You might be thinking, if I won’t take a male disciple, then surely I can accept a sweet and soft female disciple, right?

Unfortunately, no. The sect accepts male and female disciples separately.

So, that last glimmer of hope was shattered.

To protect my behind, I thought it over for several days and finally decided to disguise myself as an old man!

Only those with higher cultivation levels than myself can see through this disguise, so my disciple definitely wouldn’t be able to see through it.

That way, during those years when my disciple is most likely to develop feelings, I can guide him as an old man. No matter how you look at it, it would seem like a touching father-son bond!

So my disciple won’t have any improper thoughts about me, right?

I’m really a genius.

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2

On the day of accepting disciples, I appeared in front of everyone with a face that looked to be in my forties or fifties, leaving everyone in the sect astonished.

The sect master was the first to react, asking how I ended up looking like this.

The sect master’s cultivation is much higher than mine, so he can tell that I’m disguised.

I quickly responded, “Disguise. I got a bit tired of looking like my previous self, so I changed my appearance.”

In my heart, I felt bitter; I didn’t want to change, but since I had to take on a disciple, I had no choice.

The disciple recruitment involved all the elders gathering in the discussion hall while the selected disciples waited below for the elders to choose.

In fact, the elders had already seen the disciples’ performances and had already decided on their choices; this was just a formality.

Of course, that didn’t include me since I had only just transmigrated a few days ago.

I watched as the disciples were selected one by one, remaining motionless in my seat.

The sect master sent me a message, “Yunhuai, are you not going to choose a disciple? If you don’t hurry, the talented ones will all be picked by others.”

“I’m not in a rush; I’m waiting for a fated person.”

Waiting for a fart!

I said that, but in my heart, I was praying, “I hope none are left so that I won’t have to take on a disciple.”

On the surface, I sat there calmly, but inside, I was anxious beyond measure.

As I waited, only one disciple was left standing.

Among the elders, I was the only one who hadn’t chosen a disciple.

The sect master glanced at me, implying, “Is this child your fated one?”

That was a weak-looking child, around five or six years old. He watched as his peers were chosen one by one, leaving him the only one unselected.

Though the child stood upright, it was evident that he was scared.

Suddenly, my heart softened, and I said, “Then let’s go with him.”

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3

I’m now taking my newly accepted little disciple back to my mountain peak.

He is really small, barely reaching my thigh, so I don’t dare take big steps.

After selecting him as my disciple, our master-disciple relationship was officially recognized by the sect, and my little disciple’s personal information gradually appeared before me.

My little disciple is named Feng Yexiao and lives in a village several hundred miles away from the sect.

He just turned seven this year and was raised by his grandmother until she passed away when he was six. After that, he was left without guardians and lived off the goodwill of the villagers.

This year, during the sect’s decade-long recruitment meeting, a villager took pity on him and brought him to see if he could be chosen. As long as he got in, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about food.

Who would have thought that Feng Yexiao actually passed the selection and entered the sect.

However, his aptitude is only considered average among inner disciples, which is why he was left until the end without anyone choosing him.

But with me, it’s alright; as long as my disciple can grow up happily, that’s all that matters.

As I was focused on my thoughts, I suddenly heard a small voice behind me.

Feng Yexiao looked up at me with a sincere expression and said, “Master, you’re so nice to have chosen me. I thought I wouldn’t get selected and would be sent away.”

After hearing this, I couldn’t help but laugh.

Even if he hadn’t been chosen as an inner disciple, his aptitude would have allowed him to thrive in the outer sect.

I explained the selection rules to him, and the little carrot head listened with a puzzled look.

Finally, I summarized, “Anyway, you definitely won’t be sent away from the sect now.”

Feng Yexiao nodded vigorously and said, “Yes.”

I thought for a moment and then said, “Once a teacher, always a father. From now on, we are master and disciple. I hope you remain true to your heart, cultivate diligently, and ultimately achieve success.”

I intentionally emphasized the words “as a father” in hopes that he would regard me with paternal love, but I absolutely didn’t want him to do anything inappropriate towards me!