Synopsis:
CP: Female Master x Male Disciple / Sect Leader x Dark, Brooding Pup / Emotionally Detached x Sensitive and Insecure
A hundred years ago, Bai Yuheng sacrificed herself to seal away a powerful demon, nearly destroying both her body and soul. Only a single wisp of her primordial spirit remained in the mortal realm.
A century later, the demon-sealing barrier was broken. Her spirit finally reformed, allowing Bai Yuheng to regain her physical body and part of her cultivation.
To uncover the truth behind the barrier’s destruction — and to avoid alerting the culprit — she concealed her identity and returned to Tianyan Sect, sweeping through the ranks of new disciples without a single defeat. She soon became the strongest among the sect’s preparatory disciples.
Having completed her initiation mission successfully, Bai Yuheng’s astonishing talent and rare cultivation aptitude led to several elders fighting over her apprenticeship. Unable to reach a consensus, the final choice was left to her.
Bai Yuheng smiled brightly under the crowd’s curious gaze, raised her hand, and pointed toward the silent man seated in the high seat.
“I choose him.”
Pei Yuan.
Her former disciple.
Pei Yuan was born from filth — a natural-born evil spirit, despised and shunned by everyone.
When he was pinned down in the mud, barely clinging to life, a divine woman descended from the heavens. She slaughtered all the demons who had tormented him.
Pei Yuan looked up at her from the dirt, seeing her gentle smile as she reached out her hand to him and asked softly,
“Would you like to come with me?”
His ears buzzed, and his cold, hardened heart pounded wildly.
“…I would.”
Pei Yuan became a disciple under Bai Yuheng, the Immortal Luan Emperor of Wangxian Mountain, transforming from a loathed, bullied spirit into one of Tianyan Sect’s most respected disciples.
He thought he could stay by her side for the rest of his life.
But in that great war, he witnessed her death with his own eyes — her soul scattered to the winds.
If only he had been a little faster… just a little, he could have caught her hand — the same way she had once pulled him from the mud.
Pei Yuan could not refuse when ordered to take on this new disciple, but he felt indifferent toward it.
Bai Yuheng, meanwhile, didn’t mind. She had her investigation to pursue, and he had his duties.
It was only sometimes that she found herself sighing — her disciple’s personality seemed to be growing ever colder and more distant.
Until one day, she accidentally discovered his secret.
While under the influence of an aphrodisiac poison, consumed by desire, he called out her name.
Bai Yuheng: “…?”
Well… that was unexpected.
The disciple I raised like a son is actually lusting after me!? (／Д＼)
But later on, for some reason, even this “Master” began to notice that her own gaze toward him was becoming increasingly strange as well.
Good heavens, this brat’s eating from his bowl while staring at the pot!
Wait—! Why am I the one getting jealous?!
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