Eu só quero aproveitar os subsídios da seita, mas elas insistem em me tomar como mestre!

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

“Do you even realize what you’re saying?”

Su Cheng hung from the cliff, one hand gripping the rock face, staring at Ye Chenmeng, who was crouched above him with a mischievous grin.

“You don’t want to? Then there’s nothing I can do. We’re neither kin nor friends—why should I rescue you?”

“Miss, listen to me. I only founded my sect to get some subsidies and get by. I never thought about taking disciples—I don’t have any cultivation at all!”

Su Cheng was speechless. He’d only transmigrated here a few days ago—how had he already provoked this living Buddha?

[Dear ancestor, you are blessed by heaven, the chosen of fate, the future Empress of the demon clan. You should join the heroine’s party, spend your days feasting and nights in shameless revelry. Why torment me?]

“Miss, I really can’t hold on anymore! How about I recommend you a sect? You know Cheng Liang, don’t you? Even the laws of heaven can’t touch him. If you join him, your future will be boundless!”

Ye Chenmeng wasn’t fooled; she wasn’t stupid! She’d heard every word Su Cheng thought, and she’d been listening for days now!

She knew Su Cheng possessed countless treasures—all top-tier immortal artifacts, even legendary innate treasures! But Su Cheng had no cultivation, so he couldn’t use them.

Knowing all this, could Ye Chenmeng let him go? With a bit of scheming, she’d put Su Cheng in this predicament.

Su Cheng had no disciples, no children—once she entered his sect