I Just Wanted to Live Off Sect Allowances, But They Insist on Making Me Their Master! - Chapter 1:

Chapter 1: Taking a Master:

“If you agree to take me as your personal disciple, I’ll save your life. How about it?”

“Do you even realize how ridiculous that sounds?”

Su Cheng was hanging off a cliff, gripping the rock wall with one hand as he stared at Ye Chenmeng, who was squatting above him with a playful grin.

“You don’t want to? Then I can’t help you. We’re not related. Why should I save you?”

“Miss, listen to me, I only founded a sect to get some sect allowances and get by. I never planned to take disciples—I don’t even have any cultivation!”

Su Cheng was speechless. He had just transmigrated into this world of cultivation a few days ago, and already he’d attracted such a terrifying existence?

[Goddess, you’re a child of destiny, favored by fate, the future Empress of the demon race. You’re supposed to join the protagonist’s team, spend your days eating and drinking, and your nights shamelessly tangled up with them. Why are you messing with me instead?]

“Miss, I really can’t hold on much longer! How about I recommend a sect for you? You know Cheng Liang, right? Even the Heavenly Dao can’t do anything to him. If you become his disciple, you’ll surely achieve greatness in the future!”

But Ye Chenmeng wasn’t falling for it. She wasn’t stupid.

She had heard all of Su Cheng’s inner thoughts—this wasn’t the first day.

She knew Su Cheng had many treasures, all of them top-tier immortal-grade magical treasures, even including legendary innate treasures that only existed in myths.

But Su Cheng had no cultivation, so he couldn’t use them.

Knowing all this, how could Ye Chenmeng possibly let him go? With a few tricks, she had put Su Cheng in his current predicament.

Su Cheng had no disciples, no children. As long as she formally entered his sect, wouldn’t all those treasures be hers?

“I don’t want some useless Cheng Liang. I want to take you as my master and become the Chief Disciple of Soaring Immortal Hall.” Ye Chenmeng was completely calm—she knew Su Cheng would eventually give in.

[This goddess must have lost her mind! Is she trying to kill me? If you become my disciple, won’t everyone think I forced you? Then the whole world will come after me!]

[I just want to live off the sect’s allowances. Why is that so hard?]

Even though either choice might lead to death, at least he couldn’t die now! When under the eaves, one must bow their head.

“Goddess, fine, I’ll agree—just pull me up first.”

“Really?” Ye Chenmeng’s beautiful eyes sparkled with joy as she grabbed Su Cheng’s wrist and, as easily as lifting a chick, pulled him up.

[Heh, you think I’m stupid? Tomorrow at the disciple recruitment ceremony, if I don’t nod, let’s see what you do.]

Su Cheng nodded and smiled, waving at Ye Chenmeng.

“Alright, Master, see you tomorrow!” Ye Chenmeng narrowed her fox-like eyes, her mind already made up.

The next day, the disciple recruitment ceremony.

All the sects were on Ling Mountain recruiting new disciples, and Su Cheng was no exception. Since he needed the sect allowance, he had to take part in group events.

Su Cheng didn’t want to be lazy, but he had transmigrated into the villain of a cultivation world—what choice did he have?

To survive, he had to avoid the protagonist, learn from Lei Feng, and do good deeds! He couldn’t give the protagonist or his harem any reason to kill him!

This was a world of cultivation, and the protagonist’s harem was also full of children of destiny—Su Cheng couldn’t afford to mess with any of them.

Execution Immortal Platform was crowded with countless prodigies, all standing tall, dreaming of joining powerful sects, learning immortal techniques, and gaining eternal life.

Cheng Liang descended from the sky on his flying sword and landed precisely in front of his grand chair.

“Su Cheng? You’re recruiting disciples too?”

Cheng Liang’s mocking tone dripped with sarcasm. Su Cheng didn’t have any cultivation—who would want to take him as a master?

“Yeah, just looking around, seeing if there are any good prospects.” Su Cheng acted aloof, hands behind his back, scanning the prodigies on Execution Immortal Platform.

“There are quite a few good seedlings this year. Any catch your eye, Brother Su?”

Cheng Liang looked like he was enjoying the show. He knew Su Cheng wouldn’t receive a single disciple today, same as every year.

“I’ll keep looking.” Pretending to be hesitant, Su Cheng made sure to feed the protagonist enough emotional value. He really understood men too well.

The protagonist’s little schemes were all in Su Cheng’s grasp.

“You see the one in the white dress? Her name is Ye Chenmeng, of the Fox Demon King’s bloodline, born with natural allure. With proper guidance, she’ll become extraordinary.”

Ye Chenmeng stood right in the front row—hard to miss. Cheng Liang leaned on Su Cheng’s shoulder, speaking with a lustful grin.

[Heh, I can tell by the way you stick out your ass what crap you’re about to spout!]

“You’re right, Brother Cheng. A fine bird chooses a good tree, and a wise minister chooses a worthy lord. She’s destined for greatness with you.”

Cheng Liang burst out laughing, very pleased with Su Cheng’s flattery.

“What? You don’t like her?”

[How could I dare to like her? If I did, wouldn’t you kill me? She’s a precious gem—who wouldn’t like her?]

“I don’t like her. I still want to take a male disciple. Female disciples are too delicate, not what I’m looking for.”

Su Cheng sat back in his chair, speaking seriously, unaware that Ye Chenmeng had heard every word of his inner thoughts.

He liked her? Could there really be such a good thing?

Soon, the recruitment ceremony began.

Almost every sect was swarmed with people. Cheng Liang’s side was so packed it risked a stampede, while Su Cheng’s side was completely deserted.

Compared to the 2-meter-high platforms of other sects, Su Cheng only had a small wooden table, not even as spacious as a street food stall.

He slouched lazily in his seat like a fortune teller, not even bothering to hang a banner. On a plain sheet of paper were three words: [Soaring Immortal Hall], placed on the table as he dozed off.

Su Cheng was exhausted. He had stayed up all night studying the Frost Edge Sword Technique. Even without cultivation, he was still unwilling to give up.

[Why does this enhanced Frost Edge Sword, an innate treasure, feel like a fire poker in my hand?]

[The cultivation method is fine, the sword technique flawless, the sword itself is undeniably genuine—so where’s the sword Qi? Why can’t I feel the intent of Frost Edge?]

From afar, Ye Chenmeng was eavesdropping again. Innate treasure? And enhanced, no less?!

Was it that sword at his waist?

Su Cheng wore a gray robe. Unlike other sect masters with immortal-like auras, he looked more like a scholarly teacher.

He carried a one-meter-long sword. It was pitch-black, the scabbard rough, and the white binding on the hilt had yellowed. Only the jade pendant hanging from it looked valuable.

That broken thing? Better keep it for Master—he probably just wore it to bluff.

Ye Chenmeng had been observing Su Cheng for several days and understood him somewhat.

She figured Su Cheng was the type to hide his treasures. That Frost Edge Sword was probably hidden away to avoid attracting thieves.

Hehehe, an enhanced innate treasure? He even called it his “precious baby.” Would he really be unwilling to part with it?

“Miss, the disciple recruitment ceremony has begun. Are you still undecided about which sect to join?”

An elder with an immortal aura approached. He was the second elder of Cheng Liang’s Heavenly Dao Pavilion, incredibly powerful. Ordinary disciples would consider it a great honor to even speak with him.

Cheng Liang naturally wouldn’t personally invite anyone, but the second elder’s appearance already showed how much face Ye Chenmeng was being given.

And with her qualifications, she absolutely deserved it.

Even if it was just her natural allure that could topple nations, Cheng Liang would never let her go.

“Thank you for your kindness, Elder, but I already have someone in mind.”

“May I ask which sect master it is?” The second elder wasn’t in a rush to announce himself. He figured that unless this girl was a fool, she’d surely choose Heavenly Dao Pavilion.

Ye Chenmeng didn’t answer. She simply walked straight to Su Cheng’s tiny table and knelt properly without saying a word.

The second elder’s mind went blank…

Far off, Cheng Liang’s face darkened halfway through talking to a female disciple…

“Miss, you wish to take a master in Soaring Immortal Hall?” The second elder couldn’t believe it. Even if Ye Chenmeng was proud and refused Heavenly Dao Pavilion, she still had countless other choices—why Su Cheng, the useless one?

Ye Chenmeng didn’t respond, only knelt quietly. She knew Su Cheng wasn’t really asleep.

She also knew that the moment she knelt, she had no way back.

If she backed out now, she’d be looked down on no matter where she went.

[Second Elder, say something! Elder, look at her!]

[Cheng Liang, hurry! Your harem member is about to become my disciple! Come take her away!]

“Miss, the sect master of Soaring Immortal Hall is so disrespectful. Why not consider another sect? Don’t waste your talent.”

But Ye Chenmeng didn’t care. Su Cheng may not be impressive, but at least he had no annoying pests around. She could cultivate in peace.

She was of the royal bloodline of the Fox Demon race—how could she stoop so low to be someone’s concubine or plaything? That man’s gaze alone made her sick.

She remained silent, waiting for Su Cheng to speak.

Before long, the area filled with onlookers trying to persuade her to “see the light.”

Suddenly, the crowd parted. Cheng Liang, sect master of Heavenly Dao Pavilion, arrived.

Gone was the joking tone he used earlier with Su Cheng. He now wore a solemn expression.

Cheng Liang stood beside Ye Chenmeng, arms folded, and said, “Miss, don’t waste your time. You can’t wake someone pretending to be asleep. This Su Cheng has no cultivation and naturally won’t accept you as a disciple.”

[Finally, you’re here, bro! My arm’s gone numb. I’ve been playing dead for so long, I didn’t even dare change positions!]

[Well said! Shatter her unrealistic dreams with cold reality!]

[Tell her it’s impossible between us!]

The surrounding crowd followed suit, all chiming in.

“Yeah, yeah! Everyone knows that sect master of Soaring Immortal Hall is a cultivation-less loser!”

“Turn back while you can!”

“Cheng Liang already gave you a huge favor by trying to reason with you!”

Seeing Ye Chenmeng still unmoved, Cheng Liang decided to go all out.

“I don’t want to see your talent go to waste. I’m willing to take you as my disciple and pass down Heaven-grade techniques to you. What do you say?”

[Yes, that’s the way! Stop acting high and mighty. You’re a dragon among men, and she’s a peerless beauty—you belong together! Take her away! I still want to live!]

Ye Chenmeng was already annoyed but didn’t dare speak, afraid Su Cheng would use it as an excuse to reject her. Was this guy stalling on purpose? How could she interrupt his ‘nap’?

“I’ve made up my mind to take sect elder Su as my master and serve him loyally for life. I thank sect elder Cheng for his kindness.”