I transmigrated into a harmless little pink snake in the cultivation world.
I thought I would have to struggle to survive in the dangerous mountains.
But as soon as I hatched, the cultivation world's greatest sect leader brought me back to his sect,
and made me his personal disciple.
My master was said to be aloof, proud, and ruthless.
Not only did he dote on his disciple, he also helped circulate my meridians every night and warmed my cold scales.
I swished the tip of my tail and thought: I've got to hold on tight to this powerful patron!
When a lightning tribulation shattered half a mountain,
my master shielded me with his own body.
Later, whenever my cultivation went awry, he always said he was “guiding my qi”
and kissed me until my scales felt like they were on fire.
Until one day, as I curled up on his lap to bask in the sun,
he murmured softly, “I've raised you for long enough. It's time to think about how to turn your master into your cultivation partner.”
