Xie Yu always thought that meeting his master, Feng Xun, was as clichéd as it could get.
A pitch-black night, flames soaring into the sky, demons attacking the whole village, and a white-robed immortal descending from the heavens to save the only surviving child before taking him back to the immortal mountain as his sole disciple.
The Phoenix Immortal, Feng Xun, was said to have phoenix blood. Cold-tempered and exceptionally gifted, he broke through to the Mahayana stage in a mere three hundred years, making him the undisputed foremost cultivator in the world.
Countless people dreamed of becoming his disciple, yet somehow an unremarkable little student had gotten there first.
Xie Yu was average in talent and constitution. Everything about him screamed one word: mediocre. Everyone said he'd struck it lucky, and even Xie Yu thought so himself.
By all rights, in one of those melodramatic storybooks, the disciple would secretly fall in love with his aloof master, pine after him in vain, then turn dark and descend into demonic cultivation.
But Xie Yu was different. His master had shown him a kindness beyond measure, and Xie Yu treated him like a second father, respectful, obedient, and without a hint of improper feelings.
Until his master was gravely injured. The greatest healer in the cultivation world summoned Xie Yu and pointed to his unconscious master on the bed. "Your master is going to die. Only you can save him."
Xie Yu immediately asked, "What do I need to do? As long as it saves Master, I'll climb a mountain of blades or plunge into a sea of fire without a single complaint!"
The healer said, "Neither. You just need to cultivate with your master through dual cultivation."
Xie Yu wondered if there was something wrong with his ears. "W-what?"
The healer said, "Don't doubt it. Dual cultivation. You heard me right."
Xie Yu gritted his teeth. "...All right."
After Xie Yu left, the healer looked at the person on the bed, who had opened his eyes at some point, and twitched his mouth. "Feng Xun, are you satisfied now that things have gone your way?"
The immortal, an aloof flower on a high peak in the eyes of the world, wore a cold, shadowed expression. "No. I want him to love me."
[Reading Guide]
1. Short story, an unconventional master-disciple setup
2. One-on-one romance, happy ending -w-
Core theme: Have no regrets about what you do
