My Master Still Hasn’t Managed to Retire Today

(I threw this story together on a whim. Don't click, don't click, don't click!)

Chu Qingyan's three-thousandth attempt at retirement ended in failure, all because he brought home a sweet-faced, black-hearted wolfdog. Great! The person he personally killed is back?!

[Ice-cold, sharp-tongued beauty × Madcap, drama-loving wolfdog] Bottom

(Younger love interest / two strong leads who bait each other / 1v1, devoted to each other / when my secret identity is exposed, I won't even bother pretending / sweetness on the edge of a knife / lies wrapped in honey / tender, crazy love / both leads are smart / HE)

Coughing blood in the freezing pool? Fake. Shattering the Demon-Suppressing Stone in the Sword Mound? Real. Rushing into his sword point and exposing his secret identity? Insane.

The person made of porcelain was fake, but drawing demonic energy into the Sword Mound was real. The broken demon-binding cord was a setup; their reunion in the Soul-Burying Abyss was another move in the game. They gambled with their lives and schemed against each other.

The frost blade pierced his disciple's heart, and blood melted his ice. “When you killed me back then, your sword was so cold. Now, if you love me, you have to be just as ruthless! The deeper you stab me, the crazier you have to love me!”

Want him dead? Fine! That man was a madman to the bone anyway! Now he'll never get rid of him, not even after another thousand years!

“I offer my demonic bones as the bride price, and burn this ruined body as a candle, to light your endless night as bright as day.”

After three thousand years, the ice blade finally melted into water; after two hundred years, the mad fire burned to ash.