After My Male Ghost Master Started Haunting Me

After transmigrating into a xianxia game, Li Cuan is told by the System that he must achieve the game's ending if he wants to leave.

To beat the game, he must meet two conditions:

1. Raise all his stats to 999.

2. Personally kill his shizun after he succumbs to qi deviation.

At the time, Li Cuan was shorter than a table leg, and his shizun, Chang Yu, carried him back to the sect in his arms.

He thought then: How could someone so radiant and noble ever succumb to qi deviation?

-

In the Immortal-Slaying Formation, Li Cuan thrusts his sword into Chang Yu's chest.

He will never forget the obsessive look in the eyes of his usually smiling shizun as he gazed at him.

Unexpectedly, the System tells him the mission has failed because the rumors linking him and Chang Yu lowered his reputation stat.

Li Cuan looks at Chang Yu's fallen body and says nothing. Amid everyone's praise, he takes over Chang Yu's position as the master of the peak.

He thought it was just a game. By the time he realizes he's trapped inside it, it's too late.

Then, one day three years later, Li Cuan realizes that something unclean has latched onto him.

In the mirror, Chang Yu, long since dead, pulls him into his arms and leans close to his ear. “A Cuan, I know you're young and like your freedom.”

“It's been three years. You've had your fun. Now it's time to come back to your master's side.”

·Contains unconventional noncon elements☆☆☆

·Older shizun and younger disciple

·Tsundere, sharp-tongued pursued-partner disciple x gentle, deceptively dark shizun pursuing partner

·Li Cuan: Cuan is pronounced with a second tone, not zan

My next novel is coming soon. Please add it to your reading list.

[Blurb]

Ten years ago, a crack appeared in the seal of the Abyss of Chaos. The demons imprisoned within stirred restlessly, and the world was on the verge of chaos.

As everyone struggled to find a solution, the frail disciple of Qingyun Sect's master stepped forward and used his own body to repair the seal, dying with his soul destroyed.

The frail disciple was the sect master's junior brother. They say he had extraordinary talent, but poor health. Anyone would say it was a case of a genius cut down in his prime.

When the genius who had been dead for ten years opened his eyes, he discovered he had been reborn.

He had become a useless new disciple of Qingyun Sect, and at the apprenticeship ceremony, no one was willing to take him on.

Xu Yu, the genius who'd been praised as a prodigy his whole life: ...Wow?

Only after Xu Yu died did Shao Wensheng realize just how important his junior brother had been to him.

The feelings he'd never been able to express had barely begun to grow before they were forced to fade away.

So he began wandering the world, retracing the paths they'd walked together in their younger days, cherishing the memories of two people all by himself.

One day, Shao Wensheng, who rarely concerned himself with the sect's day-to-day affairs, found himself at the apprenticeship ceremony by some strange twist of fate. From afar, he spotted a flustered figure kneeling on the ground.

That person looked so much like Xu Yu that Shao Wensheng was momentarily dazed.

By the time he came to his senses, he'd already taken the other person as his disciple.

Oh well. He'd raise him.

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As he raised his new disciple, Shao Wensheng began to notice something was off. Every move the boy made seemed just like someone from his past.

He wouldn't eat this or that, was picky about his bed, blanket, and pillow, and even his smug, narcissistic manner was exactly like Xu Yu's.

Shao Wensheng had an unrealistic idea. So, while the other person was completely off guard, he casually called out that name.

“Xu Yu.”

Xu Yu, who was eating a pastry, replied absentmindedly, “What is it?”

The next second, Xu Yu's hand froze around the pastry.

Wait, what did he just call me?!!!

Xu Yu: !!!

[Reading Guide]

·Flirtatious pursued partner x reserved pursuing partner

·Haven't decided yet. I'll add more later.

Message: Don't wait until you've lost something to regret it.