The Good-for-Nothing Is Spoiled by Her Master, an Ice-Cold Beauty of a Thousand Years

The male lead opens his eyes and, holy smokes, he’s become the captain of the cultivation world’s most infamous “good-for-nothing spiritual root squad”! His sect has just dumped him at Soulbreak Cliff, and he’s about to play cards with the King of Hell when someone suddenly grabs him by the ankle! He looks up and, wow! The handsome man in white who saved him has eyelashes longer than fake ones. With a flick of his finger, he pops a medicinal pill right into the male lead’s mouth. No way, no way! Could this be the legendary master of Cold Moon Valley, who’s lived for a thousand years and is so aloof he could freeze a mecha solid?! “Be my disciple.” The handsome man’s voice comes with the sound effect of an icy spring. The male lead’s brain short-circuits on the spot. “Bro, look at my spiritual roots. They’re such a mixed bag of five elements, they could fill two mahjong tables. Are you sure you didn’t take me in as kindling?” So what happens? By day, the handsome man tosses him an entry-level manual to study. By night, he shows up with a sword and teaches him hand to hand. His touch is so gentle, it’s like petting a kitten! The little deer in the male lead’s heart immediately learns to do backflips, shouting as it tumbles, “Master! This isn’t sword training, you’re stuffing marshmallows right into my heart!” Everyone, want to know what happens next? Add this to your favorites and ask for an update! Next chapter, the male lead discovers his master secretly warming spiritual porridge for him in the middle of the night, and grins so wide his smile reaches the back of his head. Seriously, is this master-disciple bond really that proper?! (Doge, please spare me.)