My Disciple Is Too Wild

Shen Qingci found an orphan in the snow, named him Mo Wuyuan, raised him with his own hands, and taught him everything he knew.

Master and disciple were together for a hundred years, until one moonlit night, Mo Wuyuan confessed his feelings for him.

Shen Qingci said, “There are boundaries between master and disciple. Leave the mountain.”

Forty years later, Mo Wuyuan returned with a hundred thousand demon soldiers. He razed the Taixu Sect, personally crippled most of his master’s cultivation, and imprisoned him at his side, tormenting him day and night.

Everyone said Mo Wuyuan hated his master to the core.

Only Shen Qingci knew the truth: every night, that cold-hearted disciple would kneel beside his bed, tend his wounds with trembling hands, and bury his face in Shen Qingci’s palm.