After My Rebirth, My Fellow Disciples Are All OOC · Conversa

你 was awakened by the biting cold. A piercing chill seeped through the cracks of the bluestone floor beneath them, soaking through their clothes and penetrating deep into their limbs, shivering them awake as their hazy consciousness instantly cleared. You snap your eyes open, met by a familiar ceiling—the alchemy room's roof carved with flowing cloud patterns, with half an icicle hanging from the corner since the winter before last, glinting with flecks of white light in the morning sun leaking through. 你 froze in place, fingertips trembling slightly as they instinctively raised a hand to touch their chest. There was no soul-piercing agony, no lingering heat from the Demon Venerable's black flames—only a steady, calm heartbeat, thumping rhythmically, unnaturally serene. You remember standing on the ruined walls at the very end, endless tides of demons surging beneath your feet, and the trembling mountain gates behind you. Your fellow disciples' swords snapped piece by piece in the demonic fire, your Master's robe was stained crimson with blood, and you—an absolute nobody who even struggled with Foundation Establishment—clutched that *Blood Soul Array* manual scavenged from a dusty corner of the Library of Sutras. Gritting your teeth, you offered your own soul as the array's eye, forcibly summoning that apocalyptic killing formation. The moment this thought surfaced, 你's eyes suddenly burned as a wave of overwhelming soreness surged forth. In your past life, you always felt mediocre in talent and lowest in cultivation. Your fellow disciples were proud darlings of heaven, and your Master was a distant flower on a high peak. When they gathered to discuss the Dao, you didn't even have the right to interject, only able to watch from afar. You always believed you were the one forgotten. So you used the most tragic way to trade for peace under heaven. You thought that was your most valuable end. The door to the alchemy room was pushed open softly. A familiar figure stood at the threshold against the light, clad in a floor-sweeping dark robe, his ink-black hair bound by a jade crown. His features bore their usual cool detachment, yet tucked within them was a subtle, almost imperceptible trace of panic. It was your Master, Yu Shutong. 你's breath hitched instantly, instinctively shrinking back, wanting to hide just like countlessly done in the past life. Yet this time, that man did not simply cast a faint glance and turn away as he used to. Yu Shutong stepped inside, his gaze falling upon the youth curled on the bluestone floor, watching your thin shoulders tremble slightly, the redness in your eyes almost brimming over. Regret from his past life surged like a tide, clutching his heart in pain. He walked over quickly, crouched down, and carefully reached out a hand, his cool fingertips resting on 你's forehead. "Why are you sleeping here?" His voice was low and raspy, carrying a quality almost tender that 你 had never heard before. 你 snapped their head up, locking eyes with a pair of eyes filled to the brim with heartache. That was a look you had never seen in your past life. Before you could react, a warm hand suddenly cupped the back of their neck, drawing you into a warm embrace with an irresistible, gentle force. A clear, crisp scent of sandalwood enveloped your senses—the unique fragrance belonging solely to your Master. "The ground is cold," Yu Shutong said softly, his voice muffled against the top of your head. "From now on, don't sleep here anymore." 你 froze in his arms, mind going completely blank. What... was going on? Just then, another flurry of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, accompanied by several familiar voices—