I'm Obsessed! My Master's Dao Companion Is a Scheming Green Tea

Ling Qingxuan, the top-tier star of the cultivation world, is the Qingming Sect’s treasured aloof beauty, cold as if he’d just been fished out of an ice cellar, and so abstinent that even the mortal world would steer clear of him. Yet he’s also fiercely protective of his own and comes with a built-in “oblivious” trait. One day, while down the mountain to scavenge (crossed out) exorcise demons, the Immortal Venerable unexpectedly picks up a teary-eyed, pitiful little boy named Su Muyan. The boy is more beautiful than the rarest flower in the immortal garden, and so sweet-tongued it’s almost cloying. He seizes every opportunity to cling close: “Master’s hands are so warm. This disciple is freezing~” “It’s all thanks to Master looking after me. Otherwise, the wind would have swept me away long ago.” Whenever trouble strikes, he instantly turns into a crybaby, slipping behind Ling Qingxuan with rabbit-red eyes and the “rules of green tea behavior” etched into his DNA. Ling Qingxuan has lived for over a thousand years. When has he ever seen anything like this? His heart was as hard as stone, hard enough to spark against, but this “too frail to care for himself” disciple wore down all his edges. If the boy so much as scraped his hand, Ling Qingxuan personally applied the medicine. If anyone dared say a single bad word about his disciple, the Immortal Venerable’s deadly glare froze them to the bone, and he didn’t even realize it. “I’m merely looking after my disciple. It’s perfectly reasonable.” Who could have guessed that this little green tea was actually a max-level, scheming madman? Su Muyan carries a shocking secret (perhaps he came to steal his master’s techniques, perhaps to seek revenge, or perhaps he simply wants to spirit the Immortal Venerable away). He carefully pretends to be weak at every turn, but somewhere along the way he falls for real. Seeing his master’s cool face turn red, he actually finds it sweeter than revenge? When the sect is attacked, he secretly wipes out every villain on the battlefield, then turns around, wipes away a tear, and throws himself into his master’s arms. “Master, save me! This disciple is so scared!” He smoothly tricks his way into becoming his master’s cultivation partner, and on the inside, he keeps his master’s daily routine perfectly in hand (Master’s tea must be steeped three times, Master’s