Deviant: No Longer Human

The master herself was the strongest existence in the entire world, a force that could command the elements and shatter mountains with a thought.

When they spotted the man, both master and disciple were filled with rage.

Their eyes flared with deadly intent, for their sacred bodies had been seen by this lowly mortal.

They considered killing him on the spot, for such an offense was unforgivable.

But the man, blessed—or perhaps cursed—by the heavens, survived.

When the man awoke, the master offered him a position as a servant within the sect.

To be a servant to the strongest being in the world was more than a mortal could hope for, a fortune beyond his wildest dreams.

The disciple, moved by something she didn\'t fully understand, had pleaded for his life, convincing her master to spare him.

The man, upon learning this, was deeply grateful, his heart unknowingly lighting a spark of affection for the disciple who had saved him.

Although the man bore the poisons in his body, the master believed they were only dangerous to mortals without strength.

Little did they know, the man had come from another world—a place where cultivation did not exist, where such powers were the stuff of legends and myths.

He was terrified at first, overwhelmed by the strange and dangerous world he had fallen into.

As time passed, and the man began to serve within the sect, he started to notice things that troubled him.

The Hundred Flowers Pavilion, though the strongest sect in the land, was not without its struggles.

Even a powerful sect needed wealth and resources to survive.

The master, for all her strength, could sustain herself, but the sect was faltering.

Their businesses were not thriving, and the sect\'s influence was waning.

Despite her immense power, the master could not simply rob others or defy the world without consequence.

The sect was considered an "evil" sect, and though they were powerful, they were isolated.

The righteous sects were united against them, and the other evil sects, though formidable, were fractured and disunited.

The balance of power was important, and should the Hundred Flowers Pavilion grow weak, it would be crushed by its enemies.

But she needed resources for the cultivation of her hundreds of disciples.

She was unmatched in strength, but when it came to managing the affairs of the sect, she struggled. Business and strategy were not her strong suits.

In the end, the man she had initially deemed worthless revealed his true value.

His mind was sharp and strategic, and he managed to solve the problems that had plagued the sect.

The master, despite her initial doubts, found herself relying on his cleverness more and more.

During this time, the disciple—who was only thirteen—began to develop strong feelings for the man.

He would tell her stories, bring joy into her life, and most importantly, solve the sect\'s problems.

The bond between them grew deeper with each passing day.

This disciple was no ordinary girl.

She was destined to inherit the sect in the future, and her talent in cultivation surpassed even that of her master.

The master, however, was deeply concerned.

She knew that if her disciple lost herself to love, her cultivation could go astray, leading to potentially disastrous consequences.

Both the disciple and the man were aware of this risk.

The disciple understood that her master would not hesitate to kill the man if his presence jeopardized her path to cultivation.

The stakes were high, and the disciple made a difficult decision: she chose to leave the sect to protect both her cultivation and the man she loved.

The master, though stern, was not without compassion.

She offered her disciple a choice: as long as she could reach the peak of cultivation, there would be no further worries about her love causing her cultivation to falter.

Her disciple could then return without fear of her path being disrupted.

The man, helpless in the face of this decision, could do nothing but watch as his first love departed on a separate journey.

The parting was filled with tears and sorrow, and he was left with a deep sense of guilt.

He had fallen in love with a girl half his age, a mere thirteen years old, while he himself was twenty-six.

Though his feelings were genuine, he couldn\'t stop her, knowing that her departure was necessary to protect them both.

After the disciple left, the master turned her attention back to the man.

She saw potential in him, even with his strange physique, and decided to help him cultivate it.

With her guidance, he was able to harness the poisons in his body, turning them into a source of strength.

He successfully cultivated a poisonous physique, but his mind was elsewhere, still preoccupied with thoughts of how to be more useful to the sect and to her.

The master, wise and perceptive, knew of his little secret.

She knew that he not only harbored feelings for her disciple but also for her.

It was a daring thought, indeed, for a mere mortal to develop such feelings for the most powerful woman in the world.

But rather than anger, she felt amusement.

The man had dared to confess his feelings to her face, an audacity that intrigued her.

Being the sect master of an "evil" sect, she held different views on such matters.

They believed in freedom, in following one\'s desires without the constraints of conventional morality.

So, she did not kill the man for his feelings.

She was at the peak of cultivation, beyond the concerns of bottlenecks or distractions that might derail her path.

Unlike her disciple, she had no need to fear that love or attachment would weaken her.

But it was precisely her strength that made her feel lonely.

There was no one to share her burdens.

That little man, though clever and resourceful, was not even strong enough to truly be her equal.

He might not even be powerful enough to tear her hymen, a detail that showed the gap between them.

Yet, despite his lack of physical strength, the man began to solve all her problems with his wisdom.

He became dependable, reliable—a source of support she hadn\'t realized she needed.

Slowly, she found herself depending on him more and more.

But even as he gained her trust, the final barrier between them remained unbroken.

He was too weak for her in the ways that mattered, and because of that, she never fully accepted him.

The man, for his part, continued to help the sect grow stronger, resisting the imperial power and the righteous factions.

But one day, he was sent on a mission, where he unexpectedly reunited with his first love.

She was fourteen now, her beauty blossoming, and with no master to stop them, their reunion was charged with emotion.

The girl, overjoyed, threw herself into his arms, tears of happiness streaming down her face.

In that moment, she didn\'t care about cultivation or strength—she only wanted to be with him.

But even then, the man couldn\'t bring himself to break that final barrier.

He hesitated, feeling that she was still too young, despite the fact that girls in this world often married at sixteen.