Bully Your Master Back Home

“This…”

Staring at her hand after the resounding slap landed on Chen Xueli’s face, Su Wanqing was momentarily at a loss.

Logically, she should’ve seized her disciple’s stunned moment to escape.

Yet she stood frozen, incredulously staring at her hand, dazed.

This was her first time striking Chen Xueli. Though they’d had disagreements before, Su Wanqing had only ever scolded her verbally, never raising a hand.

Despite years of struggling to adjust to this body after transmigrating, their long companionship wasn’t without feeling.

Even knowing her disciple would betray her, claiming no attachment would be a lie.

After all, Chen Xueli was someone she’d raised bit by bit.

Her reaction now mirrored that of an elder who’d never struck a child—acting in a heated moment, then calming with sudden regret.

Though Su Wanqing always appeared cold, it was only to mask her innate charm.

It was a facade, not true indifference.

Her rare displays of genuine emotion made her prone to softening.

“I…”

“It was just a joke.”

“That slap really stung.”

“But—what hurts more is your disciple’s heart.”

Chen Xueli touched her burning cheek. For a cultivator, the pain was negligible.

Her words were purely to breach Su Wanqing’s emotional defenses.

She knew her master had a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

By acting aggrieved, she could deepen Su Wanqing’s guilt.

The guiltier Su Wanqing felt, the more Chen Xueli could do.

With tomorrow’s departure looming—a week without her master—she needed to “recharge” today.

Even a slap was worth it.

Especially since it flipped her disadvantaged position, giving her the upper hand.

“Li’er, I… I didn’t mean to…”

After slapping Chen Xueli, Su Wanqing immediately apologized, seeming to forget why she’d struck her.

Her anger and disdain for her disciple vanished instantly.

Even her address shifted from “rebel” back to “Li’er.”

“Master, this is the first time you’ve hit me.”

“I’m sorry, I… it was just in the heat of the moment…”

Su Wanqing’s gaze wavered, unable to meet Chen Xueli’s eyes.

She clutched her left forearm’s sleeve, biting her lip as if she were the one at fault.

Noticing the change in address, Chen Xueli confirmed her plan, capitalizing on her master’s guilt to push further.

She couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.

Her master was so easy to sway—quick to forgive, slow to hold grudges.

Logically, that slap was her own fault.

Yet before she could say anything, Su Wanqing acted as if she’d wronged her, even apologizing.

Beneath that aloof, otherworldly exterior was a heart soft as tofu.

“But your disciple is upset. How will Master make it up to me?”

Seizing the chance, Chen Xueli didn’t give Su Wanqing time to recover, immediately making unreasonable demands, leading her into a trap she couldn’t escape.

Though clear-headed, she couldn’t resist her master’s allure, vowing to thoroughly “bully” her beloved master.

“I… I…”

Before Su Wanqing could finish, she felt something off—specifically, a slight pain in her left forearm.

Within a few breaths, the mild pain grew pronounced, spreading elsewhere.

“Hiss—”

“It hurts…”

Soon, Su Wanqing clenched her teeth in agony, gripping her left arm to ease the pain.

The sensation was strange—not the sharp sting of an external wound nor the dull surge of an internal one, but a numbing, electric jolt coursing through her.

In moments, she was too weak to resist Chen Xueli, let alone flee. Leaning against the mountain wall, she slid to the muddy ground, heedless of the rainy path.

The pain originated from her left forearm, and combined with Chen Xueli’s earlier words, she realized this was likely the “instant loss of resistance” her disciple mentioned.

Though not as instantaneous as claimed, a few breaths counted as instant enough.

As for which of the two gu poisons caused it, Su Wanqing couldn’t tell.

“What… what’s happening?”

Seeing her disciple’s expression, Su Wanqing grew certain this was her doing—likely one of the gu poisons.

“How should your disciple punish you, Master?”

Chen Xueli pinched Su Wanqing’s chin, forcing her to meet her gaze, but the moment their eyes locked, Su Wanqing looked away.

“Not… not here, at least.”

Perhaps due to guilt, the near-unbearable pain, or their outdoor setting, Su Wanqing’s tone lacked its usual defiance and stubbornness, carrying a pleading softness.

She knew what her disciple intended, but not here—being caught would be disastrous.

“What kind of attitude is that, Master?”

“Are you truly begging me?”

“…Mm…”

Su Wanqing didn’t answer immediately. After a silent pause, she nodded with difficulty.

As an elder and her master, admitting she was begging was hard to swallow.

But she had to nod—Chen Xueli’s madness wasn’t ordinary.

Given her audacity to “rush” her in front of the elders, Su Wanqing knew she’d be even less restrained here.

She might even want to be caught…

“But Master’s attitude feels more like a command than a plea.”

Staring at Su Wanqing—flushed, pitiable, yet suppressing pained cries—Chen Xueli felt her heart race as if it might explode.

Her master’s appearance struck her deepest desires perfectly.

“I… beg you…”

Su Wanqing furrowed her brows, closed her eyes, and forced the words out through gritted teeth.

Her elder’s dignity was gone, her frosty facade shattered.

She was like a rabbit caught by a fox, clinging to her survival instincts.

“Not here, at least… someone might see…”

“Go back and… and…”

She couldn’t continue—saying “let your disciple bully me back home” was beyond her.

But Chen Xueli wouldn’t let her off, pressing relentlessly.

“Go back and what?”

“If you don’t speak louder and clearer, I’ll act right now.”

The girl’s cold face threatened Su Wanqing, determined to make her say it.

“Go back…” “Go back…” “Go back…!”

Su Wanqing, head bowed, teeth clenched, repeated it like a broken record five times before barely managing to speak.

“Go back and bully your master…!”

Saying it meant she’d truly yielded.

The guilt, the risk of exposure, and the physical pain ravaged her pride.

Even Chen Xueli found it astonishing, staring at her blushing-to-the-neck beauty, laughing with satisfaction.

But even with her master’s submission, she planned to push further—Su Wanqing hadn’t reached her limit.

“Then, Master, if we go back, you must agree to one condition. Don’t worry, it’s not too much.”

“Fine… I agree.”

At this point, Su Wanqing gave up resisting. If Chen Xueli said it wasn’t too much, what harm was there in agreeing?

She just wanted to return to Qiongxiao Peak, to her chamber.

“Then… Master, hold on. Your disciple will carry you back.”

Seeing this, Chen Xueli knew not to overdo it.

It would backfire otherwise. She didn’t dispel the Love Gu, only reaching out to carry Su Wanqing back.

Su Wanqing didn’t resist, not even slightly, obediently letting her disciple hold her in her arms.

Along the way, she stayed silent, head lowered, face flushed, lost in thought.

“Heh~”

Her plan succeeding, Chen Xueli smirked wickedly. She’d said “not too much,” not “not excessive.”

Dear Master, your disciple will make you very satisfied!~