[Xianxia romance + master and disciple + strong heroine + HE]
[The strongest master in the world, with a pure facade and a dark heart; her disciple is a devoted, tea-loving puppy with a slightly unsettling side]
For the first hundred years after she transmigrated to the world of cultivation, Luo Huaiyu waited day and night for her cheat System to arrive. Nothing.
Fine. When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Just as she was about to reach the peak of her cultivation, the System dropped from the sky, blocked her path to ascension, and forcibly assigned her a mission.
Mission: Stop the villain from falling into demonic cultivation.
Failure penalty: Soul annihilation.
Luo Huaiyu gave in.
Stopping the villain from turning demonic is easy. If she kills him with one palm strike before he falls, that counts as completing the mission... right?
“This junior has admired you for a long time, Immortal Lord. Please grant my request.”
Wait, why wasn't the mission target what she'd expected? Wasn't he supposed to be a bloodthirsty fiend, utterly evil and cruel?
Luo Huaiyu met the boy's bright, hopeful eyes and admitted she had a soft spot for him.
“Master...”
“Master!”
As she looked at the eager boy gazing up at her with adoration, she went numb.
Nobody told her kids could be this well-behaved.
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Wei Jingnan spent the first half of his life enduring humiliation and walking on eggshells, until someone rescued him from that dark, sunless hell.
He thought she was just like the other demons: coveting his looks and coveting his spiritual roots. Her supposed kindness was all hypocrisy, and after toying with him, she would cast him aside like trash.
Peerless cultivation manuals, legendary spirit swords, miraculous pills... treasures beyond counting were sent his way as if they flowed like water.
But what was there to like about him?
“Disciple, if anyone bullies you, give it back to them.
Don't be afraid. Your master is here.”
She was an immortal, like a towering mountain in the distance, a sacred lotus untouched by the world. He chased after her with all his strength, afraid to disturb the spring waters.
Even if he had to force the matter, he would stay by her side.
She was his shield,
Maybe it's because I prefer reading this kind of books. I think they're pretty good. But one thing is why can't I write one more book? Can't I round it up?