Only She Doesn’t Know How Biased Her Master Is

Shen Yanci is the youngest Tribulation Transcendence powerhouse of the Taixu Sect, aloof and untouchable, and he has never taken a disciple.

Everyone says he cultivates the Heartless Dao, with a heart hard as iron, and that no one in the Three Realms can move him.

Until one year, when he found a little girl on a snowy mountain, nearly frozen to death.

“Master, I’ll be good.” The little girl curled up in his arms, her voice as soft as a cat’s.

He looked down at her and made an exception, taking her as his disciple.

Ten years later, Wen Yining had grown from a timid little apprentice into the sect’s most dazzling genius sword cultivator.

Yet in front of Shen Yanci, she was still the girl who would act coy, slack off, and sneak candied hawthorns into his alchemy room while he was in seclusion.

Shen Yanci thought this was nothing more than the bond between master and disciple.

Until one night, drunk, she tugged at his sleeve, tilted her face up, and said with utter seriousness:

“Master, I don’t want you to be my master anymore.”

His Dao Heart wavered for a moment, then froze over for a thousand miles. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Her eyes red, she smiled. “Then why won’t you look me in the eye?”

He truly didn’t dare.

Because he was afraid that if he looked at her once, he would never be able to bring himself to push her away.

Later, when the demonic path attacked, she took a Soul-Devouring Curse meant for him and hovered at death’s door.

The usually calm and self-controlled Sect Master of the Taixu Sect frantically poured spiritual power into her, his voice trembling:

“Wen Yining, if you dare to die, I’ll cripple your cultivation and lock you up for the rest of your life.”

Unconscious, she murmured without thinking, “Master... don’t be mad at me...”

Shen Yanci shuddered all over and finally leaned down, pressing her cold hand against his heart.