The Aloof Master Was Forced to Have a "Universally Adored" Physique chapter 1

Chapter 1: Master, Look at Your Current State

The rain in Jiangnan had always been misty, scattered droplets weaving together into silk threads. A few strands drifted onto the pleasure boat, carried by a fresh breeze over emerald waves.

The ceaseless rain was filled with sentiment, and inside the vessel, the scene was equally redolent with the breath of spring—a landscape of旖旎 indulgence.

The once cold and haughty Immortal Venerable had lost the upper hand. Delirious and barely conscious, he clutched tightly at the bedding behind him, his eyes unfocused.

He was draped only in a layer of translucent gauze, like a fig leaf desperately trying to preserve his final shred of dignity.

“Don’t be like this…”

Ming Ji closed his eyes in shame, suppressing the sounds threatening to spill from his lips, his body covered in crimson marks.

Seeing such a beautiful sight, Yan Shiman’s Adam’s apple bobbed tight against his throat. Relentless, he pressed close to Ming Ji’s earlobe—white as fine jade—and, out of twisted malice, blew hot air against it until it flushed red.

“Master, why don’t you open your eyes and look at your current state?”

He clasped Ming Ji’s waist, pinning the formerly high-and-mighty Immortal Venerable before the mirror. He gripped Ming Ji’s jaw, forcing him to look at the reflection.

In the bronze mirror, Ming Ji’s hands were bound with red silk ribbons. His eyes were swimming with moisture, and his slender wrists were imprisoned effortlessly in Yan Shiman’s single hand.

It was too humiliating. Ming Ji bit down on his bright red lip, leaning against the man with zero strength left, letting out a few stifled sobs.

Petals drifted by with the wind, and the last shred of covering vanished completely.

Ming Ji closed his eyes in utter mortification.

He did not know when the disciple he had raised from childhood, the one he had taught with such dedication, had begun to harbor such thoughts. Clearly, for all these years, he had treated him well.

“Since Master doesn’t wish to look, then let’s cover them up.” Another voice rang out, sounding even more gentle and jade-like. Yet, upon hearing it, Ming Ji stiffened instinctively.

This was Chu Yunduan, the second disciple he had always placed such high hopes on. To think he was participating in this as well!

“No…” I can’t.

Ming Ji shook his head, whimpering, but was forcefully held by the waist as the red silk was tied over his eyes.

The touch of the silk blindfold wasn’t painful, but the sudden plunge into darkness added a layer of panic.

As if sensing his thoughts, someone let out a low chuckle from their throat. The culprit’s smug expression seemed to relish the struggle of a deity stuck in the mire, clicking his tongue in wonder.

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Seeing Ming Ji shake his head helplessly, someone laughed with pure gratification. And then—they wantonly pulled the god down from his altar, snapping his proud and arrogant backbone.

Someone’s thumb caressed Ming Ji’s cheek, their presence like a demon from hell.

The voice made him feel as though he were falling into a dream, unable to comprehend what was happening.

“Master, try to guess who is who separately.”

Ming Ji slumbered in a heavy haze for a long time, only startled awake by a sudden knock on the door.

“Master, why are you not awake yet?” A bright, masculine voice called out from outside.

To call him handsome was no exaggeration; his looks were truly top-tier.

His narrow eyes slanted slightly upwards, his features were upright and dashing, and his thin lips curled into a faint smile. His temperament was suave and uninhibited, and paired with those “peach blossom eyes” that could look affectionate even when looking at a dog, he carried the air of a passionate playboy.

It had been a long time since anyone had called him “Master.”

Ming Ji pursed his lips, unable to react at first.

His gaze instinctively swept over his surroundings. It took a long moment before he recalled that he had been sent back to his original continent.

Could it be that the ethereal voice from earlier did this?

—Just moments ago, a ridiculous and shameful scene had flashed through Ming Ji’s mind inexplicably.

In that vision were his two good disciples.

His eyes widened, his emotions fluctuating rarely. Losing control, he actually coughed up blood.

That person had watched his reaction with a faint smile, ignoring Ming Ji’s wary expression as he looked around, and simply shot a beam of white light into his forehead.

“Go on. Return to the place where you belong.”

Ming Ji snapped back to reality. He had intended to organize his thoughts first, but he realized someone was hugging his waist and blowing air into his ear.

“Master, why are you ignoring your disciple?” Yan Shiman had walked straight in. Just as he used to in the past, he rested his chin on Ming Ji’s shoulder.

He held Ming Ji’s waist, his expression somewhat displeased. “Could it be you are thinking of someone else?”

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“Didn’t you say yesterday that the one you like most is…”

Ming Ji hadn’t adjusted to his original body at first. By the time he realized what was happening, the other party was already leaning in close, spouting nonsense.

“Yan Shiman, look clearly at who I am.”

Ming Ji immediately brushed the arm away, his eyes sweeping over him with a sharp, cold intensity.

“Is this how I taught you to deceive your master and commit insubordination?”

Yan Shiman was stunned by this familiar gaze. For a moment, he actually stopped moving.

Then, Yan Shiman’s lips curled up again. He assumed Ming Ji was just pretending to be his old, high-minded self in an attempt to seduce him.

Fine. It’s rare for him to be like this. I might as well play along.

He feigned respect and responded, “Today is Junior Brother Wei’s apprenticeship ceremony. Everyone has been waiting for Master for a long time.”

“We hope Master won’t be late.”

Ming Ji’s eyes went cold. Combining the unspeakable scenes from his vision with this behavior, a vague guess formed in his heart.

He looked down at the lines on his palm—smooth and spotless, with no special mark indicating travel to another world.

Could it be the “Rebirth” mentioned in stories? No… that’s not entirely correct either.

Ming Ji closed his eyes to steady his mind. Accepting the residual memories left by the one soul and one spirit that had remained in this body, he finally understood his current situation.

—It turned out that after his main consciousness went to the Tianling Continent, the remnant soul left in his original continent was suppressed by an unknown malice.

This malice influenced and guided others, causing them to bully this body that lacked its true consciousness at will.

Having understood the sequence of events, Ming Ji’s eyes seemed coated in a layer of frost. He immediately circulated his spiritual power to check his body’s condition.

The result made him frown in confusion.

The hidden malice has actually disappeared?

Ming Ji pursed his lips. It was hard to say if there wasn’t a larger conspiracy at play…

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“Why isn’t Master speaking?” Seeing that he was being ignored, Yan Shiman reverted to his true nature, dragging out his tone ambiguously. “Could it be that you spent too long ‘spending time’ with someone last night and you’re too tired?”

His Master had always liked to seduce people. Who knew if he had been intimate with others while he and his junior brother were away?

Yan Shiman’s eyes grew dark as he stared straight at Ming Ji’s jade-like face, secretly deciding to advance his plans.

Ming Ji did not dignify this absurd comment with a response. He simply said coldly, “Get out.”

“Why is Master chasing your disciple away?”

Ming Ji said nothing more. He simply waved a hand, sending a blast of spiritual power that swept the other party out the door.

Master is playing hard-to-get a bit too aggressively, isn’t he?

Yan Shiman’s face was dark as he watched the door slam shut.

Suddenly, the corners of his lips hooked up again. He remembered that when he entered, Ming Ji was wearing only an inner robe; presumably, he hadn’t tidied up yet.

True. No matter how much he likes to seduce people, he still has to pretend to be that high-minded figure on the outside.

Thinking of this, Yan Shiman was no longer annoyed. He leaned leisurely against the door and called out, “Then this disciple will wait for Master to finish dressing.”

Since ancient times, it was only natural for disciples to wait for their masters. But the way Yan Shiman said it made it sound as if he were indulging a lover’s petty tantrum.

Ming Ji kept his face cold. Casting aside these disturbing thoughts, he stood up to arrange his attire.

When he walked to the bronze mirror to inspect his appearance, he froze.

What kind of Immortal Venerable is this?

Skin white as snow, bones of jade and posture of ice—even the most pampered immortal couldn’t compare.

His pair of peach blossom eyes were soul-hooking; it seemed anyone who glanced at them would fall in deep. His nose bridge was high and elegant, and below it, his rose-colored lips were incredibly vibrant. Coupled with the peach blossom makeup on his forehead, it accentuated the seductive red mole at the corner of his right eye.

Ming Ji had never liked this kind of styling. He quickly wiped away the peach blossom makeup on his forehead and used an eyebrow pencil to draw a cold, austere Huadian (floral mark). He then went to the wardrobe, selected a pale, modest robe, and finally felt it was appropriate.

However, his “good disciple” Yan Shiman lacked patience. Having waited outside for a long time, his heart grew several degrees more anxious.

His breathing quickened, and he even considered calling Chu Yunduan over to execute their plan right now.

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Just as his anxious heart was becoming unbearable, Ming Ji finally emerged.

Ming Ji saw Yan Shiman’s impatient expression out of the corner of his eye. Combining this with the memories of the insubordinate absurdity he had just witnessed, his expression became even icier.

“Didn’t you say it was the Wu hour (noon)? It is currently only the Si hour (9-11 am). Do you really need to rush your elder back and forth like this?”

“Respect your teacher and revere the Dao. Yan Shiman, I believe I taught you this the moment I accepted you as a disciple.”

Yan Shiman was suddenly stunned.

He stared straight at Ming Ji, his gaze revealing a flash of awe. He swallowed subconsciously, the heat that had subsided rising once again.

Strictly speaking, Ming Ji’s current appearance lacked the overt seductiveness from before.

Instead, it added a sense of cold detachment, as if he were beyond the dust of the mortal world. The white robes he had just changed into made his waist look even finer, as if it could be encircled by a single hand—like green bamboo or a willow in the evening.

The Huadian on his forehead made him look noble as a deity. That cold, beautiful face drew the eye involuntarily; he looked nothing like a mere mortal.

Yan Shiman let out a low laugh, quickly recovering his senses.

Wearing these clothes, Master really seems to have returned to his old, ice-clear and jade-pure self.

But… so what?

It’s nothing more than posturing.

Sensing Ming Ji’s displeasure, Yan Shiman smirked secretly.

After all, we aren’t inside the room now. Master is probably just pretending to be reserved.

He raised an eyebrow and responded, “Disciple overstepped just now. But these ceremonies require early arrival. Disciple was simply too worried, and hopes Master will forgive him.”

Ming Ji didn’t respond further to this.

If he remembered correctly, today’s apprenticeship ceremony was the time he would formally accept his youngest disciple.

In the two years he had been away, what exactly had happened to turn his originally obedient and admiring disciples into such presumptuous people? And those memories…

Ming Ji closed his eyes. With his back to Yan Shiman, he raised a hand to touch the flower mark on his forehead, his thoughts unknown.

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When he opened his eyes again, he had restored his usual cold aura, glancing sideways at Yan Shiman.

Author’s Note:

Readers who like this book, if you read further, could you please give me a five-star rating? The author will work even harder.
Also, please note: This is a Dual Male Lead story! The later stages contain forced love scenarios… er, it’s a bit perverted (BT)…
The Master is truly aloof/cold, not a transmigrator + Universally Adored (There are “Receiver/Shou” perspective scenes).
The Master is not a modern person traveling through time, and many people like the Master.
The plot develops a bit slowly. The world-building is in the first five chapters. The beginning is mostly plot-heavy. Those with patience can follow it to the end. Readers who feel the beginning is [slow/different] can skip to chapter 127 [Because the time gap is large, the writing style before and after is different.]
Thank you, babies, for liking it.

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