Chapter 1: Bean Sprouts

“Where did this bean sprouts come from?”

Wearing a thin coat, Mo Shulin waited for two full hours in front of the courtyard gate. From a shallow snow until it reached his knees, waiting for such a cold sentence.

A tall, beautiful man in red hurried past Mo Shulin, quickening his pace.

Although he walked normally, the man in red didn’t left any footprint when he stepped on the soft white snow. It can be seen that he has a great cultivation.

This man in red is one of the elders of the Liangji Sect, and also the rabbit demon that Mo Shulin came to see this time – Bai Yuming.

However, Mo Shulin had waited for two hours, but Bai Yuming didn’t even give him a glance.

Bai Yuming pushed open the broken gate and walked straight into the dilapidated courtyard.

The courtyard gate is piled up with bamboo and thatch, making it seem old and dilapidated. The gate was originally crushed by the thick snow, so when the man in red pushed it, the courtyard gate shook twice and fell to the snow.

The collapsed gate was like the sky separating the two. Mo Shulin stared at the red figure that was getting further and further away, his hands clenched into fists.

Mo Shulin’s head and shoulders were covered with dense snow, looking like a snowman. If it wasn’t for that ray of hope, why bother waiting for two hours under this pouring snow.

There’s no hatred in Mo Shulin’s eyes, only sadness that was too thick to dissolve.

In his last life, he cannot escape the fate of his injured spirit root. Now being reborn, he just wanted a place to live, but he didn’t expect living was also a luxury.

A human heart was originally good. If he had a choice, Mo Shulin would rather be a servant for a lifetime rather than being a demon covered with blood and sins.

Just where did he get the chance to choose?

Without Bai Yuming’s permission, Mo Shulin didn’t dare to enter the courtyard and continued to wait with his head bowed down. But inside his heart was already like this gate, eroded by the snow in the cold wind, gradually losing hope.

After waiting for another half an hour, Fang Guanshi, wearing a thick black cotton coat, walked up from the mountain leaving a deep footprints.

It was the same distance from the bottom of the mountain to the peak but Bai Yuming, dressed in a flamboyant red robe could walk without any patch of snow on his body, compared with Fang Guanshi’s muscular physique, he’s already sweating profusely and out of breath.

The difference between the Mahayana period and the Jindan period are indeed too far apart.

Therefore, no matter how unreliable Bai Yuming’s reputation is, no one dares to despise him even if he’s living in such a shabby house.

“Aiya, this year’s snow is too strong, and the gate has been overwhelmed.” Fang Guanshi was surprised when he saw the collapsed gate. But he didn’t have time to repair it, instead walked inside the courtyard covered with snow.

There’s obviously no fencing in this yard, he just need to go around a little bit, but Fang Guanshi stepped on the broken gate for his own convenience.

Seeing Mo Shulin was standing still, Fang Guanshi muttered: “What are you dazed about, hurry up, follow me in.”

Mo Shulin calmed his mind, he carefully avoided and tried not to step on the already pitiful courtyard gate.

Mo Shulin walked very slowly, his limbs were frozen stiff, and every step seemed to control the snow by following him walk forward. Not to mention that the snow has become extremely deep, if it weren’t for Mo Shulin’s artifact of body protection, he’s afraid that he would have already been frozen to death in this snow, let alone waiting for Bai Yuming to return.

Fang Guanshi is a dexterous man. He entered the thatched hut earlier and please Bai Yuming in a low voice.

The room is as cold as the weather outside.

A main seat, two old chairs, and a calligraphy gift from the previous head are the only items in the house. The interior of this house is as ruined as the courtyard gate. It’s really rare for the dignified Liangji sect elders to mix like this.

The owner, Bai Yuming, wasn’t ashamed of the broken house. Instead, he sat on the only main seat, lazily listening to the other party trying to please him.

The wide-sleeved red robe enveloping his slender waist, his ink black hair was like a waterfall contrasting his snow white skin, the ripples in his eyes are just like a demon’s but it’s not vulgar. He walks without any manner, sit without any bearing, and has a free and easy-going personality, which is quite different from the Liangji sect style of immortality, self-denial and respectfulness.

He deserves to be the Rabbit Demon Bai Yuming who has been spurned by the whole sect, his means of doing things really deserves it’s name.

Mo Shulin had a headache thinking about it, but there was nothing he can do.

After rebirth, Mo Shulin couldn’t avoid the fate of his injured spirit root. Now he has finally earned a chance for himself. If he wants to stay in the inner sect, he can only be stuck under such a master.

This is his last way to survive. If he was driven to the outer sect…

Thinking of the suffering he had in the outer sect before, Mo Shulin lowered his head, desperately eager for Bai Yuming to make an exception for him and accept him as his disciple.

After Mo Shulin’s salute, Fang Guanshi asked Bai Yuming with a smile, “Return to Elder Yuede, this is the child rescued by chance.”

“Don’t, don’t.” Bai Yuming couldn’t wait to interrupt Fang Guanshi’s words, “I’m a demon cultivator, I don’t practice human cultivations. What can I teach him? becoming a rabbit?”

Bai Yuming was in no mood to accept this disciple, he found out that the protagonist had successfully entered the Liangji sect yesterday. He immediately wanted to take up his things and run away.

But no matter how big the Cultivator Continent is, it’s no bigger than the protagonist’s halo, besides he’s a little elder in the Liangji sect anyway, so he has a little status. Before there was a perfect solution, Bai Yuming didn’t dare to make any haste decisions.

In the original story, Bai Yuming was raped and framed by the demons before being killed by the male protagonist, then made into a rabbit fur scarf, which will be given to the female protagonist. Because the rabbit fur scarf is a great artifact, it was refined by the male protagonist himself, and the female protagonist wears it around her neck every day.

Then the male protagonist led many cultivators to break through the demon realm, later the Demon Lord Mo Shulin would tell the truth that Bai Yuming was framed for the disgusting male protagonist. The protagonist didn’t expect that he would kill an innocent person by mistake, his heart was shocked. Mo Shulin also found a flaw and took the opportunity to escape.

In the whole book, Bai Yuming’s only appearance is to be slaughtered, and the following scenes are all rabbit fur scarves, rabbit fur scarves, and more rabbit fur scarves.

It’s a miracle for him to be cannon fodder.

But the male protagonist is only eight years old this year, furthermore he’s still a little kid in the Qi refining period, still hundreds of years away from being the god-defying male protagonist who can kill Immortal cultivators. Bai Yuming was tense but he wasn’t so concerned.

What’s more, Bai Yuming wanted to verify whether he could change his fate against the heaven.

After all, even though Bai Yuming lived in a shabby hut while reading script during this year, his life was extremely fullfiling. It wouldn’t make any sense to leave this life behind since he doesn’t need to wander around the world.

He is a Mahayana elder, but his rabbit fur is a good material for refining treasures. When he encounters a corrupt heart, the consequences will be disastrous.

It’s different in the Liangji sect, Bai Yuming’s favorite character in this story is the sect former head’s wife. After Bai Yuming cultivated a human form, the former head gave Bai Yuming an idle elder position. Although the human race still has prejudice against the demon race, the former head’s wife is a woman with tough and domenering personality, she’s also highly respected, even Bai Yuming’s rabbit demon identity has risen.

Regardless of the original story, Bai Yuming has figured out a truth this year.

If you want to live a good life of eating and drinking, only doing leisurely monthly routines, Liangji sect is definitely his first choice.

But the first choice is only a first choice, it doesn’t mean that Bai Yuming can raise a young disciple. When the time comes to run away, he’ll have to take the burden. And if he can’t escape, it’ll become two heads. This disciple will die anyway.

This disciple absolutely cannot follow him.

Fang Guanshi didn’t know that Bai Yuming had already made a decision in his mind, and was still pleasing him: “You can really joke, Elder Yuede.”

“You don’t need to teach him anything, he’s here to serve you, just give him a bite to eat. You don’t need to care those worrying things about him.” Fang Guanshi gave Mo Shulin a glare.

Mo Shulin knelt on the ground immediately and respectfully said: “Please asking Elder Yuede to take this disciple in. This disciple is willing to be a cow and a horse, and die without hesitation.”

Bai Yuming could hear the twists and turns in those words, silently staring at Fang Guanshi.

Although Bai Yuming is an impersonal rabbit demon, his reputation in the Mahayana period is still there. Fang Guanshi was just a young man in the Jindan period. Soon, after he got stared at, his forehead was sweating and his body became weak.

Bai Yuming felt that it’s a little bit suspicious, so he asked, “There are so many people in the sect, why do I have to?”

If you don’t say anything, the sentence in the other party is clear, this disciple given by the head isn’t suitable for him. How can there be a master who doesn’t need to teach his disciple and just needed to give food for him to eat?

In the original story, Bai Yuming was framed in collusion with the Demon Lord, and now the head had given him a disciple, which make Bai Yuming have to think twice.

Fang Guanshi wiped the sweat from his forehead, still trying to struggle, “This kid is a bit old, he’s already ten years old.”

“Don’t give me this excuse. There are still people rushing to recruit a disciple at the age of 30-years-old in this sect. In the past few days, the sect recruited new disciples, and the old man who loves to drink got accepted at the age of 23-years-old.” Bai Yuming broke Fang Guanshi’s excuse without mercy.

Cultivators live a long life, and ten years old is nothing.

“Because this child hurt his spirit root. Maybe, it can’t be healed…” Fang Guanshi’s voice became smaller and smaller.

The head just wanted to give this child a place to stay. If Mo Shulin wants to marry a wife and have children in the future, he’ll give it a try and send him away. If he stays, a person who has abolished roots won’t last for a hundred years. Immortal cultivators have a long life, and mortals are nothing but ants.

But within the sect, disciples compete with each other severely, especially outer disciples can scavenge for even a piece of cloth. The head thought about it, and finally thought that the Elder Yuede was the most suitable.

There’s only a rabbit demon in the whole mountain, there’s no other disciples where they could bully Mo Shulin.

But the only problem is that Elder Yuede has never accepted a disciple.

When Bai Yuming heard this, he was so angry that he couldn’t help but say, “Oh. So I could be treated as a trash dump? So many–”

While speaking, Bai Yuming suddenly lost his voice when he saw the child’s eyesight

There was silence in the dilapidated thatched house.

Fang Guanshi didn’t care much about this matter. He did nothing about Mo Shulin abolished roots. Although Elder Yuede has strength, he has no power or money in the sect. Neither of them is good to please. Anyway, he has said everything he has to say. Bai Yuming didn’t want to accept this disciple, and he didn’t need to offend the Mahayana elder for the sake of an unknown pawn whose spiritual roots were abolished.

After a while, he’ll just throw Mo Shulin to the outer sect, deal with the matter early, and to return to the head earlier.

After making up his mind, Fang Guanshi immediately bowed, apologized. After some kind words, Fang Guanshi said: “Elder, this little one has retired first.”

Looking at Fang Guanshi who turned around, Mo Shulin’s heart became painful, but he didn’t know what to say. With a stupid mouth, he could only knock his head on the ground, as if exhausting the last strength of his life, with despair in every word.

“Disciple Mo Shulin, beg Elder to take me in.” The familiar three words choked Bai Yuming.

“Wait, what is your name again?” Bai Yuming needs to confirm again.