I've Died Three Times, So Why Is My Master Still Alive?

[Long-Lived Female Lead + No Male Lead + Taking Disciples and Raising Kids + Lighthearted Tone + A Long-Life Story Full of Hidden Knives, None Fatal + Disciples Like Scallions, One Crop After Another + Disciples Who Force Their Love on Her]

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Shi Huan had a System that called itself immortal but could die, and was as dumb as a rock.

Why call it dumb?

Because the cold System had grown a fiery soul. It said her name was Changsheng, and she had one arm, one leg, and half a head. She was terrifying.

Shi Huan was clearly long-lived, but she was so scared she hid in a barren mountain for hundreds of years.

Alone, lonely, and cold!

To spur herself on, Shi Huan named the barren mountain Moshán, meaning "loneliness."

Then the System started making trouble again, telling her to raise children.

Shi Huan was speechless. Where were these children supposed to come from? I can't reproduce asexually.

Fine, she'd find the children and bring them home.

Once she had little ones, Moshán was never the same.

Master, I'm hungry.

Master, I'm sleepy.

Master, I can't do it. Teach me.

Master, I want to go down the mountain.

Master, I'm dying.

Master, help me!

Master, I miss you.

Master, it's Qingming. Are we going to visit the graves?

Master, it's the anniversary of their deaths. Are we going to visit the graves?

Master, let's go visit the graves, okay?

Master, are we visiting the graves today?

Oh, so a long-lived master's disciples never stopped dying, and there were always more graves to visit.