[Cool, unhinged master as the top, slightly corrupted disciple as the bottom]
(A nontraditional quick transmigration story, with a master whose madness is subtle.)
The Liang dynasty falls and the Southern Li rises, changing the era name to Yongchu and launching a widespread campaign to capture the former dynasty's remnants.
In the third year of Yongchu, the land is slowly recovering. Lu Jinghe begs Chu Qinggui to take him to Yucheng, a human city.
He teases cats and dogs, leans against the railing to sip tea, and carves flowers while listening to opera, acting as if he'd gone mad while practicing at the Star-Picking Pavilion.
“What exactly is this about?” Chu Qinggui asks, eyes lowered as he stands there, serene as a gentle breeze beneath a bright moon.
“To show you fate and tribulation.”
“What? Whose?”
“Everyone's, and yours.” Lu Jinghe grins carelessly, a jade flute dangling from his fingers, every inch the picture of carefree elegance.
Chu Qinggui takes half a step forward, only to see an old dog lying there, barely alive.
“Lu Jinghe!”
“Little stick-in-the-mud, I was just teasing you. Why are you so bad at taking a joke? Everyone in the Taiyi Sect is such a hypocrite.”
Lu Jinghe hurriedly dodges the flying swords raining down on him. No one knows that the young master of the pavilion's casual glance meets the eyes of a small child.
After that, the young master of the Star-Picking Pavilion shuts himself away and does not emerge. A hundred years pass before they meet again.
In just a hundred years, the world has been turned upside down. The Discipline Hall is established, and Gu Wangzhao goes from a child fighting stray dogs for scraps to becoming a disciple of Chu Qinggui, the greatest master of the age.
In just a hundred years, Gu Wangzhao has betrayed his master's grace, the Heavenly Dao has grown unstable, humanity is in peril, and demons and monsters rise up. Gu Wangzhao unifies the eighteen realms of the demon world.
In just a hundred years, Gu Wangzhao and Chu Qinggui are doomed beyond redemption.
The pavilion master of the Star-Picking Pavilion emerges with the Kunlun Mirror. A hundred years ago, Lu Jinghe's words came true: the death tribulation and the chance of survival both rest upon one person.
“Chu Qinggui, it's time to let go.”
“It's not time yet, is it?”
