I Really Like the Male Supporting Character (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 42

For as long as Ah Luo could remember, she had always lived on a mountain. She shared her days only with her master, who was her only family member.

Their home was a serene courtyard perched atop the mountain, with green tiles and white walls. In the centre of the yard stood a cherry blossom tree. Its branches were perpetually adorned with blossoms that scattered in the wind, filling the air with a sweet fragrance. The place was tranquil, picturesque, and far removed from the bustling world below.

From the time Ah Luo was old enough to remember until the age of sixteen, she had never left the mountain. The furthest she had ventured was to a nearby mortal village at the foot of the mountain during moments of curiosity.

Despite their secluded life, Ah Luo never felt lonely or bored. 

She was a girl who could contentedly endure solitude and whose curiosity was not particularly strong. Even though she had never truly seen the outside world, she didn’t feel a pressing need to explore it.

Most of all, she enjoyed being with her master.

Her master, Lu Cang, was a man who always dressed in pristine white robes. He was a man of few words, who was perpetually calm and distant. He always had an emotionless demeanour. He spent most of his time seated quietly under the cherry blossom tree in their courtyard, watching the flowers bloom and fall and observing the clouds as they came and went.

Sometimes, Ah Luo would gaze at his figure, wondering what he could possibly be thinking about as he sat there. 

She couldn’t understand his thoughts, but that didn’t stop her from speculating.

It was as though all of her curiosity had been reserved solely for him. She wanted to know about his past, why he lived here, and why he had taken her in as his disciple.

Whenever she asked him about it, her master would simply say that she had been abandoned by her parents and left by the roadside and that he had happened to pass by and take her in.

While Ah Luo believed his explanation to some extent, she still harboured doubts. Was her master truly such a kindhearted person?

Every so often, her master would leave the mountain and return with a strong scent of blood clinging to him. Even as a child, Ah Luo knew his trips weren’t merely for sightseeing.

When she was five, her master began teaching her the ways of cultivation. It was then that she learned he wasn’t like ordinary cultivators—he was a demon, a member of a race despised and feared by those in the cultivation world.

Strangely, however, the techniques he taught her were not demonic but rather the orthodox methods of the immortal sects. Whenever she thought about it, Ah Luo couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. He was a demon taking on a disciple only to teach her the ways of the righteous path.

But despite knowing his true nature, Ah Luo firmly believed her master was not like the wicked demons described in tales—those who committed atrocities and brought chaos to the world.

Ah Luo firmly believed that even though he was a demon, he was a good person! 

After all, how could someone who looked so breathtakingly beautiful possibly be evil? He was nothing like the ugly demons described in the books she read, who would eat children alive and drink human blood. Ah Luo simply couldn’t believe it.

And when it came to her master’s beauty—how could she even begin to describe it? His looks were so extraordinary that even after sixteen years of living with him and seeing him every day, she never grew tired of it.

In fact, as she grew older, her budding heart began to feel an inexplicable attraction toward him.

This realisation left her feeling conflicted, troubled, and… deeply embarrassed.

How had she become such a girl with questionable taste?

Her master rarely spoke, but he treated her with such care and tenderness that she doubted even her own parents could have been so attentive.

From the time she was a child, her master had done everything for her.

This was a man who, despite his aloof demeanour, had once cradled her mischievous young self to sleep, bought her delicious treats and beautiful clothes, and even brushed her hair every morning until she turned thirteen.

The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she felt. For her master to treat her so well, only for her to develop such inappropriate thoughts—wasn’t that simply unforgivable? She was simply worse than an animal.

But then again, was it her fault? Could she really be blamed when her master was so breathtakingly handsome?

And not just handsome—his attentiveness to her bordered on doting! He was too good to her, alright? Too good! 

When Ah Luo first had her period, it was when she was thirteen years old. Her stomach ached so much, and she couldn’t sleep. It was her master who held her in his arms and rubbed her stomach all night to lessen the pain.

Whenever she wanted to eat the tanghulu sold at the foot of the mountain, he would make a special trip down and buy it for her. He would find whatever she wanted, no matter how rare and precious, and give it to her.

Which ordinary master would do this for their disciple? He was clearly not taking care of a disciple but taking care of a little wife!

So, truly, it wasn’t her being a beast in human clothing; it was her master’s behaviour that was just too easily misunderstood! It was definitely, absolutely not her fault!

Ah Luo puffed out her cheeks and sat cross-legged on her bed. Her big eyes were filled with frustration as she fumed silently.

“Master…!” she called out loudly.

Before long, someone walked in from outside the room. The person was dressed in pristine white robes that bore not a speck of dust. His silver hair was loosely tied at the back with a red string—a string that Ah Luo had braided herself for him. His skin was pale and cold, his eyebrows were sharp and elegant, his nose was straight, and his lips were thin. A faint aura of icy stillness surrounded him, reminiscent of snow.

His entire appearance, flawless and pure, carried an ethereal and holy quality, which made people hesitant to approach him.

But Ah Luo didn’t care about his distant and unapproachable demeanour at all. She opened her arms toward her master, tilted her little face up and whined softly, “Master, hug me.”

Her master said, “Luoyin, you’ve grown up now.”

Ah Luo’s nose instantly tingled, and her eyes welled up with tears. She pitifully continued to plead with him, “Does that mean now that I’ve grown up, Master doesn’t want me anymore?”

He used to hug her when she was little! He even bathed her back then! But now that she’d grown up, he stopped doing all of that.

Lately, Ah Luo had been plagued with restless thoughts after realising her little secret feelings. While caught up in her doubts and anxieties, she couldn’t help but feel teardrops slipping down her cheeks.

The next moment, a soft sigh of exasperation reached her ears. Her master, who was dressed in flowing white robes, leaned in. His two large hands gripped her waist. Like he was holding a child, he lifted her into his arms, which carried a faint, cool fragrance.

Ah Luo’s tears immediately turned into a smile. She buried her small face into the man’s neck. She nuzzled gently against it and took a deep breath.

She silently screamed in her heart, ‘Aaaah, I like Master so much!’

A few days later, the small courtyard atop the mountain unexpectedly welcomed a rare guest.

The guest was a beautiful female cultivator, dressed in blue robes, with dark hair cascading down her back. Her demeanour was cool and elegant, and she bore a slight resemblance to her master.

The moment she arrived and saw him, she addressed him as ‘Master,’ just as Ah Luo did. Then, she cast a complex glance at Ah Luo.

Ah Luo was utterly stunned! For the first time, she realised she wasn’t her master’s only disciple!

She recalled once asking her master if she was his one and only precious little treasure, and he had clearly replied yes! Could it be that her master had been lying to her all along?

Ah Luo cast a wounded look at him before retreating into her room with a heart brimming with grievance. She left the courtyard only to the pair of master and disciple.

That senior sister wasn’t here for her, after all. It was better not to get in the way of their reunion. She decided to find a quiet spot to lick her emotional wounds.

Ah Luo lay face down on her bed and sulked for a while. However, her curiosity soon got the better of her, and she stealthily crept to the window to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Master, do you plan to stay here permanently?” the senior sister asked.

“Mm,” Master replied.

“She… seems just the same as before…”

“…”

“Have you ever thought of telling her about the past?”

“There’s no need.”

“Yes, she does seem much happier now. In the end, Master has truly become hers alone.”

“Why have you come?” Master asked flatly.

“I’m just here… to say goodbye. Soon, I’ll be preparing for my seclusion to transcend my tribulation. I’m afraid this might be the last time we meet.”

“Mm,” Lu Cang said after a brief pause. “I wish you a smooth journey.”

The senior sister chuckled softly. “Master, you’ve changed. You never used to say such things to me.”

“…”

The courtyard fell silent. After a long moment, Master’s low voice called out, “Luoyin.”

Ah Luo peeked out from under the window. The senior sister in blue was gone, leaving only her master standing under the flowering tree. His snow-white robes and silver hair glowed in the light, his crimson eyes deep and unreadable as he stood there, solitary and otherworldly.

“Master!” Ah Luo climbed out the window and ran to him.

Her master instinctively extended his arms. He caught her as naturally as ever and held her securely in his embrace.

Ah Luo hooked her arms around his neck and clung to him like a little monkey. She tilted her face up and asked, “Master, what did that elder sister mean by her words?”

Her master sat down on the rocking chair with Ah Luo nestled against his chest. Their robes and hair intertwined intimately and blurred the lines between them.

“She… was my first disciple,” Master said slowly.

Ah Luo’s eyes sparkled. “Mm-hmm, and then?”

She had overheard most of the conversation. That senior sister’s words seemed to involve her somehow, but Ah Luo was certain she’d never met her before. There must be some secret story behind this!

But then… Her master fell silent again. His deep crimson eyes seemed bottomless. It swirled with an unknown heaviness that weighed on the heart.

Ah Luo knew this side of her master well.

Sometimes, when he gazed at her, he would show this same expression, as if he were seeing someone else through her.

Her wild imagination began to run rampant. Could it be that her master had taken her as a disciple because she was a stand-in for someone else? After all, the little storybooks she once pestered him to buy for her often had plots like this!

But now, she had an even wilder idea.

A breeze passed by, and a delicate pink flower drifted down, landing lightly on Master’s pale lips. While he was lost in thought, Ah Luo leaned in unexpectedly and bit the little flower. 

Her lips brushed his in the process. His lips, like him, were slightly cool.

He snapped back to his senses. His gaze locked onto her deeply.

“Luoyin, what are you doing?”

Ah Luo bit down on the flower as she pulled back. Then, she lowered her head to scrutinise him carefully. Her master wasn’t angry. He looked a little surprised, but beyond that, she couldn’t decipher his expression.

How strange! Any normal master would have been furious at being ‘offended’ like this by their disciple, but her master remained so calm. Clearly, something was off.

“Master, why did you take me as your disciple back then?” 

Ah Luo ignored his question and instead brought up a long-standing one of her own.

The silver-haired man reclined in the rocking chair while the pink-clad girl braced her hands against his chest. Her dark hair cascaded down like flowing water, enveloping them in a private little world of their own.

“Because I…”

“Because I was someone you used to love, right?” Ah Luo interrupted.

She had a bright smile on her face, so bright that her eyebrows arched, as she said it. Then, she leaned down and planted another kiss on his lips.

“Luoyin…”

She nibbled lightly on his lips and giggled softly. “You didn’t push me away,.”

“…”

“Master, you weren’t raising a disciple at all—you were raising a wife. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“… Be good and stop moving,” the man said hoarsely while pulling the mischievous girl tightly into his arms. “When you turn of age, we’ll be married…”

“Mm… Can I kiss you again?”

The gentle breeze stirred the air, scattering pink petals like snowflakes. They fluttered down and covered the rocking chair and the pair nestled closely together on top of the rocking chair.

Lu Cang had once lived his life as a lofty and unapproachable person. He had once been like a deity standing above the clouds, admired by all who knew him. However, his heart had been barren then. His only companions at that time were endless snowstorms and solitude.

Though he was alive, he had lived as if he were dead inside—his heart was frozen and untouched, unmoved by the world, as cold and distant as the snow and ice in his Dao realm.

That was until the day he saw her.

For the first time, he understood what it meant to care even without being aware, to feel a love so intense it melted the ice within his heart even without admitting it.

Now, he lived, and the heart that once knew only cold and stillness beat solely for her.

Their days passed peacefully, and they lived as well as they always had.

Neither of them lived with any regrets.