Zhu Yi, a cultivation whiz from the divine realm, suffers a spectacular fall and becomes the “closed-door disciple” of Zhong Yi, a 150-year-old Nascent Soul master and top-tier star of the cultivation world. The “closed-door” part is literal: she fell from the sky, crashing through his roof and landing in his bath. She may look like a novice seeking a master, but in truth, she’s the divine realm’s number-one squatter, struck by a career disaster. Her divine power has been compressed into a Wi-Fi signal called “Waxing and Waning,” whose strength depends entirely on the moon’s mood.
“Little Zhong, I may have to pretend to be your disciple in front of everyone...” Zhu Yi says with all the solemn authority she can muster. “But in terms of seniority in the divine realm, when I was splitting mountains and filling seas, your great-great-great-grandfather was still a single-celled organism!”
She plans to hitch a ride on Zhong Yi’s ascension flight back home, but discovers that her icy, handsome disciple is the real schemer. He acts aloof and proud, but behind the scenes he uses her as a human lucky charm, taking advantage of her intermittent divine powers to clear dungeons and get loot.
Then, one dark and windy night, Zhu Yi pulls out a stack of “Recruitment Notices for Backup Disciples.” “I’m done being your stooge! The young master at the trading company next door sends me dragon sashimi every day...”
Before she can finish, Zhong Yi binds her up like a dumpling with an Immortal-Binding Rope. The immortal lord, famed for his steady temperament, grits his teeth and sneers, “Master, the bill for the magical artifacts and pills you swallowed last month, and the spiritual herbs you ate from the medicine garden... you still haven’t paid it.”
So weak. The man named Feng's feelings for the heroine are also inexplicable. From the very beginning, it was just a calculation about where the feelings came from.