Villain Master: All My Disciples Want to Betray Me

Chapter One: Master, It's Time for Your Medicine

Cold. Shaking.

A damp, putrid stench invaded Bai Yuan’s nostrils, rousing her from unconsciousness.

Cough, cough...!

Rasping, painful coughs wracked her body as her eyes snapped open. She found herself in a square stone chamber—dim, bloodstained, and lit by the flickering gleam of green candles.

A secret chamber.

The walls were streaked with blood. A chill hung in the air.

She sat cross-legged upon an icy jade bed, her body aching as if it had been tossed in a washing machine for hours and wrung dry afterward. Every joint throbbed with dull pain. Her mind, thick with fog, struggled to make sense of anything.

“Where… is this place?”

Where’s my home?

Just moments ago, she’d been in her room, sipping soda and enjoying a risqué new visual novel. One nap later, and she was here—in a strange body, with a weight upon her chest and an eerie emptiness between her legs...

Wait a second.

Bai Yuan lowered her head, stared at the black robe she now wore—the ornate golden embroidery stretched taut across her chest. Her gaze swept across the room again, piecing things together with dawning horror.

This was the final boss chamber.

The very scene from that national-style xianxia game she had just played—the place where the villainess dies.

“…What the hell?!”

She finally realized, voice cracking, “I’ve transmigrated?!”

Not just transmigrated—she’d become the demon overlord from that very game: the infamous Bloodflame Demon Lord, Xue Yuan Mojun.

Ask the Immortals, a once-trending Chinese 3D open-world cultivation simulator, was famous for its boundless exploration and flexible gameplay—even allowing players to indulge in the most bizarre kinks.

Bai Yuan had been one of many players who “appreciated” its character art and cinematic combat cutscenes.

But her favorite wasn’t the noble heroines—it was the villainess.

Xue Yuan Mojun, the ruthless sorceress of the Demon Sect, hidden deep in the Moonshade Mountains.

Having cultivated the forbidden “Path of Time,” she had more forms than any other female character: loli, maiden, enchantress, matron. Each form was exquisite, paired with delicate white feet adorned with golden anklets...

And yes, Bai Yuan had… admired her CG defeat scenes extensively.

Sure, the character was pure evil—raising disciples only to exploit and destroy them.

But hey. It was just a game. No need for morals to interfere with aesthetics.

Still…

She never meant to become her.

If this had been a Soulslike game, she’d be some grotesque, eldritch nightmare by now.

“…Well. No going back.”

“At least I’m still a pretty girl.”

Sighing, Bai Yuan sifted through her memory for lore:

The expansion said the Demon Lord was raised by a cruel master, growing up on lies and bloodshed. She trusted no one—not even her three personal disciples. Only Ye Shuang’er, her third disciple and one of the game’s heroines, ever stayed close to her.

Ye Shuang’er had been abducted as a child to serve as an insect host, but awakened a rare “Venom Spirit Physique” and was spared—only to later betray her master during a righteous ambush, becoming a key ally to the protagonist.

So…

Was this the point in the story where she’s supposed to die?

Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside the chamber. They halted at the door, then—

“Master, are you inside? It’s time for your medicine.”

Cough—! Bai Yuan choked up a mouthful of black-red blood before she could respond.

“Master?!”

Ye Shuang’er’s voice wavered with panic. Moments later, the stone door opened with a click, and the girl stepped inside.

She was beautiful—about fifteen or sixteen in appearance, pale as snow, black hair cascading like a waterfall. Her white robe couldn’t hide her elegant figure. She looked like a gentle, dutiful disciple.

But appearances deceive.

“Oh no… Master, you’re bleeding?” Ye Shuang’er’s eyes brimmed with tears as she knelt, wiping the blood with her sleeve. “It’s my fault… If only I’d been there to protect you from the righteous scum...”

With practiced grace, she set down a steaming bowl of medicine.

“This was brewed by the elders and me. Please drink it and begin recovery. I’ll guard your cultivation.”

You’ll “guard” me, huh?

I’ve read your whole script!

Wiping the blood from her lips, Bai Yuan steadied her voice. “Leave the medicine. You may go.”

“My wounds are superficial. I’ll recover soon. Return and focus on your training.”

Ye Shuang’er didn’t budge. Her gaze sharpened.

“Master… are you sure you’re alright?”

She continued softly, one word at a time:

“They say… during your fight with Elder Hollow of Qingxuan Sect, your dantian was pierced by his life-ending sword intent. You barely escaped with a blood sacrifice. Now you’re too weak to even rise from bed.

“Tell me, Master…”“…Am I right?”

A pause.

Then—Ye Shuang’er slowly stood. Her aura changed—no longer gentle, but razor-sharp. Her beauty froze into a deadly calm, eyes brimming with killing intent.

Shing—! Her sword hissed from its sheath.

“Master,” she whispered coldly, “I’ve waited fourteen years for this moment.”

“Now… I can finally kill you myself.”

Chapter 2: A System? When Did It Arrive?

“…D*mn!”

Bai Yuan’s heart sank.

As expected—this was exactly the scene mentioned in the expansion pack’s storyline.

Though the pack never specified how Blood Kite managed to survive this assassination attempt, it was certainly not an easy feat. What was known, however, was that she emerged from the encirclement gravely wounded—her vitality drained, her spiritual core shattered. For the remainder of the plot, she existed in a weakened state, never once displaying the power of a cultivator in the Soul Transformation realm. From a godlike perspective, this episode was nothing short of a narrative deathtrap.

If the original, unaltered Blood Kite were here, perhaps she could manipulate events to her advantage.

But Bai Yuan now was merely a transmigrator, possessing fragments of her predecessor’s memories.

To regain composure so swiftly after crossing