I Became Everyone's Favorite After Transmigrating as the MozunCh1 - This Disciple Will Definitely Heal Shizun

Translator: Bambootriangle

Translation Check: Teo wYzb5H

Wish Worth Dying For: [Will shizun’s legs ever heal? I really want to know.]

Wish Worth Dying For: [Pity… I will never get to see it.]

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Wen Zhao wrote the book review with trembling hands. The typing on his mobile phone had exhausted his last strength, as his consciousness gradually became blurred and his vision darkened, giving him a subtle sense of unreality.

This was a review section under a xianxia novel about immortals, titled, “Forgetting the Immortal”. He’d been reading along this novel for a year and a half and it hasn’t finished serializing yet. The “shizun” in his review was the protagonist of the novel, Yan Lin, also known as “Qingya Xianzun“, an iceberg beauty with an immortal’s poise and outstanding talent. With his good looks and charm, he quickly attracted a large number of readers who became fans and Wen Zhao was one of them. l LBAk

Unfortunately, despite shizun being extremely gifted, he was seriously injured when his eldest disciple Wen Fengming succumbed to the demonic way and meridians of his legs were burned by the demonic fire, making him no longer capable of walking.

Although the author had promised that shizun’s legs would definitely recover, his legs were injured in the fiftieth chapter of the novel. Now, five hundred chapters later, there were still no signs of recovery.

And so, checking for new chapters every day to see whether shizun’s legs recovered became the only hope that helped Wen Zhao survive the boring days in the ward in the past year and a half.

However, today he could no longer hold on.

Due to multiple organ failure spreading onto his entire body, he was unable to be saved.

Wen Zhao took his last breath, blinking hard, and sent the rest of his money to the “Forgetting the Immortal” novel.

The comment section of this novel had always been very active. Soon other readers discovered his two “strange” novel reviews, responding under them:

[What’s wrong with the big fish? Gonna abandon this novel?] mLpMZU

[Why did you suddenly reward so many points? Did something happen?]

[Are you okay?]

However, Wen Zhao no longer had the strength to reply. He closed his eyes and the phone slipped from his palm and fell to the ground by the edge of the hospital bed. The screen shattered with spider web cracks.

The heart rate monitor let out a constant beep. 81wAVS

Wen Zhao suffered from a rare immunodeficiency disease. His body’s immune system was ineffective and could not resist infections. If he wanted to survive, he could only live in a sterile ward. Because his biological parents had no money to treat him, he was abandoned at birth.

Later, he was taken in by a welfare institution, received social donations, managed to save his life through a bone marrow transplant and grew up smoothly. After graduating from college, he found a job with a good salary, and he was considered successful in his career.

However, the good times did not last long.

Perhaps because he had overworked himself, the immunodeficiency disease came back without warning a year and a half ago— this time, no one could save him. tNbQge

After spending so long in the hospital, his savings had long been used up. The last sum was donated half a month ago to the welfare institution where he was raised. The remaining two thousand yuan was just a drop in the sea in face of the medical expenses, so he simply rewarded it all to “Forgetting the Immortal”.

Whenever he saw the author’s description of how shizun was unable to walk due to his leg injury, suffering from unbearable pain all night long, coughing up blood while looking intently at the mountains in the distance, he seemed to…see himself.

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During his stay in the hospital, he was like a bird trapped in a cage, unable to fly out and reach the outside world.

The nurse who had been standing next to him had teary eyes as she rushed out of the door: “Doctor, doctor!” MweU4F

On the cracked mobile phone screen, there was an unfinished comment: [There is no cure for me, I only hope that shizun…]

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That shizun… can get better.

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Suddenly, a voice rang in his ears: “Do you want to see the outside world?” pbz0J

Wen Zhao replied subconsciously: I do.

Do you want to have a healthy body?

I do.

“Even if the world is full of malice, even if you become a heinous Mozun, even if you cripple shizun’s legs with your own hands, does it not matter?” vlgJm7

What?

Before he could react, the voice rang again: “Then go.”

Wen Zhao: ???

Hold on, he hasn’t agreed yet! cXBOJd

Unfortunately, he had no chance to refuse. He only felt an acute sense of weightlessness, followed by the whistling wind.

The wind was as cold as if blown from snow-capped mountains that had not melted for thousands of years, freezing deep down into his bones.

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Wen Zhao trembled from the cold and suddenly woke up.

It was pitch black all around, clearly it was night, but before he could see anything clearly, a suppressed low cough reached his ears. CFXhWx

Immediately afterwards, there came the smell of blood.

Wen Zhao frowned, not quite understanding the current situation. When his eyes slowly adapted to the darkness, he finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.

Ten steps away from him, a man fell to the ground, his white clothes stained with blood, and his black hair scattered, but even so, he could not hide the cold bearing that was not touched by worldly dust.

Wen Zhao’s heart skipped a beat — for no reason, he actually felt that this person was quite like the protagonist Yan Lin from “Forgetting the Immortal” novel. E20D3h

Then he laughed at himself again, thinking that he was already dead, yet he was still thinking about Shizun. What was this now, an illusion?

It was too strange to be true.

However, the next moment, the man suddenly moved. He struggled to hold on to a stone lamp by his hand and tried to stand up, but failed.

He seemed to be trying his best to suppress some terrible pain and even his hands were shaking. He took a few deep breaths, raised his head and looked in his direction. The glimmer of light in his eyes was particularly scorching in the darkness. His lips trembled and he whispered: “Sinful disciple… come here.” yStvJn

Wen Zhao was taken aback.

Was he… calling him?

He subconsciously stretched out his arm, as if wanting to give the other person a hand, but saw that his hand was covered in blood.

So much blood… dkWMm3

And these black robes with golden thread embroidered on cuffs…

Wen Zhao felt chills down his back— this wasn’t an illusion?

That man called him a “sinful disciple”. Could it be that he was really Yan Lin? And the way he was dressed, didn’t he look like Shizun’s disciple who got demonised, the future Mozun Wen Fengming?

This place, was it actually… world of “Forgetting the Immortal”? 7FO9n1

He died and transmigrated in the novel?

Wen Zhao took a breath and felt a little dazed for a moment. It seemed that the voice did not lie to him. He really transmigrated into a heinous Mozun and hurt his shizun Yan Lin with his own hands.

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This…..

Was truly… FVoXxs

Too amazing!

If he remembered correctly, the current scene was at the night when he first succumbed to the demonic way. After seriously injuring his shizun, he tried to escape, but was stopped by his xiao-shidi. He slapped his xiao-shidi away as well as injured other disciples on his way and finally took out the inner core of the sect’s guardian beast when escaping from the mountain gate.

The current situation meant he had only done the first step.

There’s still time, there’s still time for everything! jq0fkX

That voice underestimated him. As long as he could survive, he would do anything!

So what if he transmigrated into a Mozun, so what if the world was full of malice towards him. The fact that he had died in such pain was already the greatest malice the world could have towards him. What else could be worse than this?

What’s more… his shizun was also here.

Shizun who was his only support during the year and a half in the ward. Dkpd8i

While reading, he had imagined his appearance in his mind countless times, but he felt that his features were still a little blurry. And today, he actually… saw him with his own eyes.

He wanted to see even more clearly…

As Wen Zhao thought about this, his body acted faster than his mind and he stepped forward quickly: “Shizun!”

However, at this moment, a sharp tearing pain suddenly came from his dantian, almost tearing his whole body in half. His vision suddenly turned black, his knees weakened, and he fell forward uncontrollably. zntIlb

Then he fell into an embrace that was not very warm, and even had a strong smell of blood. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Yan Lin’s face close at hand, with a trace of bright red blood on his pale lips.

Yan Lin’s cold voice sounded in his ears: “Give me your hand.”

…hand?

Wen Zhao lowered his head and placed his hand on the other’s hands. y0FfeO

Shizun’s hands were very cold, and his fingers were long and strong. Inside of his palm and fingertips were covered with a thin layer of calluses, which were caused by holding the sword for many years.

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Wen Zhao was staring at these hands in a daze when suddenly he felt that the other party clasped his fingers tightly, and then, a wave of spiritual qi poured into him 一 this spiritual qi was like fresh snow on the mountain, rushing into his meridians forcefully.

Yan Lin closed his eyes and spoke in a calm tone, as if he was carefully teaching a disobedient student: “Keep the spiritual platform clear and bright and don’t let dirty thoughts pollute your mind.” IlVt2y

Shizun’s spiritual qi was so cold, even colder than the fresh wind above the snow-capped mountains, that Wen Zhao was frozen to the bone. The spiritual qi rushed straight into his Dantian, smoothing away the tearing pain that had accumulated there. He felt an unprecedented sense of relief all over his body.

Wen Zhao breathed out slowly and was about to thank the other party, but Yan Lin took his hands back first, clenched his fist and covered his lips, and started coughing desperately.

Wen Zhao was startled: “Shizun!”

Yan Lin looked as though he was about to cough up his lungs. When Wen Zhao saw the brighter blood stains at the corners of his mouth and the bone-deep wounds on his thighs, he felt that his insides were clenched in discomfort. gJlACM

Even an immortal cultivator couldn’t bear such a serious injury, right?

Wen Zhao stood up and helped Yan Lin up from the ground, but the latter seemed to have difficulty standing still and put all his body weight on him.

The distance between the two of them was a little too close, close enough to feel Shizun’s slightly uneven breathing. His voice was so low, only the other could hear him: “Go up the mountain, to the Sun Moon Spring.”

Wen Zhao: “Yes.” B8dVj6

The Sun Moon Spring was at the top of this mountain, it was a place where Shizun healed his injuries and practiced.

He supported Yan Lin and walked up the snow-covered stone steps up the mountain, but it was too dark to see the road clearly, and he stumbled before taking two steps.

He struggled to steady his steps, gritting his teeth to support his body. Yan Lin seemed to glance towards him from the corner of his eye and then he raised his hand and patted the stone lantern on the side of the road.

With a few, “tap” “tap” “tap” sounds, starting from the two of them, the stone lanterns leading up and down the mountain lit up one after another, becoming the only source of light in the long night, moving straight forward, disappearing into the endless darkness. KiP84U

The snow-capped mountains were very majestic and the 3,300-step “Staircase to Heaven” went straight into the sky. This was how the “Fuyun Sect” was described in the novel.

Wen Zhao turned around and saw dark red blood covering the bluestone steps covered in white snow.

This blood…all came from Shizun…

Yan Lin’s hand on his shoulder tightened slightly: “Stop looking, go on.” 2VcRwb

Wen Zhao clasped his wrist hard, closed his eyes tightly, and suppressed the sourness in his heart: “Shizun’s leg… this disciple will definitely… heal it for you.”

The author has something to say:

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

When you become a shizun in Jinjiang, there are generally only two endings.

1. Being topped by the disciple
2. Topping the disciple

The translators have something to add: 60guqD

Teo: I told myself no more xianxia, but here I’m. I’ll be working as a translation checker from chapter 1 to 51, then acting as the main translator from 52 and onward. When I check translations, it’s in a more hands-off approach; different translators have their own styles, so I don’t insist on any changes, but mainly the accuracy and consistency of the translations, but do know, they are merely suggestions. Hope you’ll enjoy the story, and happy reading!

Bamboo: I will be doing first 51 chapters of this story! Enjoy, it is my first experience with xianxia so forgive me for any inconsistency!