Everyone says that Immortal Venerable Shen Yan is as bright and clear as the moon, with a heart pure as snow.
But no one knows that Wen Lian, the disciple he raised with his own hands, is the most deranged stroke in his immortal bones: gloomy to the core, obsessed to the point of madness, heedless of all moral bounds, yet loving Shen Yan as if consumed by hellfire.
So Shen Yan killed him with his own hands beneath the Ice Abyss, wielding frost and snow as his blade, under the pretext of “severing your inner demon for your sake.”
He thought it was the end, an escape, the inevitable path back to clarity.
But he did not know...
The man whose soul had been scattered was returning, bringing with him a tender madness.
Wen Lian made a cage of love and a lock of devotion, raising his once lofty master to the clouds and indulging his every whim with boundless affection.
When he kissed Shen Yan, he was like a devout believer. When he held him, he was like a demon devouring a god.
Shen Yan fell deeper with every step, lost himself further with every step. Amid the illusion of tenderness, he picked up fragments of the past, only to find the cage Wen Lian had forged long ago in their most intimate moments.
At last, Wen Lian gripped his wrist, his eyes filled with an all-consuming obsession and madness:
“Master... when you killed me back then, you used a sword.”
“Now that I’ve imprisoned you, I’m using what you taught me, the love you always looked down on.”
So love was the blade he had handed over with his own hands, and hatred was the calamity he could never escape.
A bond between master and disciple, an obsession spanning two lifetimes.
He could not free Wen Lian from his fixation, and he could not sever his longing.
From then on, the divine altar toppled, the mortal world became a prison, and love and hate intertwined until death put an end to it.
It's quite interesting, a different master-disciple story, the plot is novel [I learned it]