A spacey, lucky-to-a-fault, laid-back Demon Lord who loves doing nothing × a hapless Immortal Venerable who loves to show off, has no shame, and neglects his duties
Younger man and older man. The blurb is written from the gong's perspective, but the story is in third person.
My name is Gu Linyuan, and my nickname is Walking Misfortune.
My master is Xie Wang, an utterly ordinary cultivator. He often brags to me about how powerful his spells are and how he's the greatest cultivator in the realm.
I really want to believe him, but when I see him gulping down chicken legs and wine, his face slick with grease and bits of meat stuck in his beard, I figure I shouldn't take his word for it.
My master looks every bit the immortal sage, and he's very capable too. But he's prone to falling over and always unlucky. Whenever misfortune strikes him, he drags me into it as well.
I think my master is a strange one, but what can I do? He's my master.
I have to serve him tea, look after him, and see him through to the end of his days.
After all, he's the best master in the world.
The disciple is the gong, and the master is the shou.
Basically, an unlucky master who's supposedly the greatest cultivator in the realm puts on a secret identity and follows a script to steal the luck of his disciple, a beggar who is actually the Demon Lord, only for the gong to end up stealing his heart instead.
I hope you enjoy it.
