My Chaste Master Fell in Love

The day my master took me in, the whole sect said I was unbelievably lucky. Only I knew the truth: the cultivation method she gave me would kill me if I practiced it. But I was a good-for-nothing with a useless constitution, and that was the only method that could keep me alive. Even stranger: She leaves pills outside my door late at night, but never says a word. She has an old injury, and only my spiritual energy can keep her alive. What is this aloof, high-and-mighty beauty hiding? When I followed the clues, I discovered that... the Blood Moon Calamity twenty years ago was no accident. It was a deal. The mastermind behind it all was someone who had already "died." And my transmigration was the final move in a game set in motion three thousand years ago. Everyone is playing chess. Then I won't be a pawn. I'll flip the board.