Report! I Won't Fall for My Master Again!

An Unworldly Fairy Who Knows Nothing of Love and Her Brooding, Resentful Husband

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She is lively and beautiful. She is kind to everyone, and everyone loves her.

But he won't allow it.

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Yu Ning has a master named Xu Zhuiyu. He cherishes and spoils her, treating her with flawless kindness.

In Yu Ning's eyes, her master is like an older brother and a father to her. She wants to spend her whole life with him in quiet, unremarkable peace.

But the will of Heaven forbids it. Not only does it refuse to bless them,

it insists on turning their pure master-disciple bond into something else.

One day, Yu Ning awakens from a dream and transmigrates back three hundred years, to a time when everything had fallen apart. She becomes the only daughter of the head of the Qingxu Sect, a noblewoman born with every privilege.

Xu Zhuiyu, meanwhile, is nothing but a lonely, miserable outer-sect disciple.

At the time, he's wearing a threadbare coat that lets in the wind, while several inner-sect disciples hold him down in the slush and kick him.

The inner-sect disciples look at him with disgust. "He's a demon!"

Yu Ning is shocked and furious.

What demon? Where did that come from? Her master is the number one cultivator in the realm, the Immortal Lord Puhua, whose move, Snowfall Across Ten Thousand Provinces, chills the world!

She angrily pulls out her whip and cracks it against the ground, then beckons the disciples over with a finger.

"Come on, get closer. Let me think: should I whip your faces or your legs?"

Everything has gone wrong.

Not only has Xu Zhuiyu become a demon, but by seniority, he should now respectfully call Yu Ning "Senior Sister."

The one silver lining is that the young man's temperament is still excellent.

He's considerate and tolerant, every inch the perfect junior disciple.

Especially those silver-gray eyes. When he smiles, they curve as if they were speaking.

But that very appearance of deceptive obedience

makes Yu Ning overlook the thickening lust and love in his eyes.

Until one day, a familiar head rolls to a stop at her feet.

She lifts her eyes and sees the bloodied edge of a blade.

She recognizes it. That sword looks like her master's Snowfall Sword.

And the owner of the head seems to be the senior brother who gave her a marriage proposal just a few days ago.

Did her master kill him?

In a daze, she hears a thud as the sword falls to the ground,

and a figure flashes up behind her.

Then a clammy chill crawls over her,

as a cold embrace presses against her back.

Xu Zhuiyu bends down and gently rubs his face against hers, as if to curry favor. But his hand slowly closes around her slender, pale neck.

His eyes burn with fervor as he takes her earlobe between his lips.

"What should I call you?"

"Senior Sister, or... a wicked disciple who kisses her own master?"

Xu Zhuiyu was never a good person.

He is cold-hearted and sees all living beings as mere weeds.

Until one day, he takes in a softhearted disciple.

For her, he pretends to be proper and gentle. Through countless nights of burning desire, he pulls his immortal robes askew, panting as he murmurs her name.

He once forgot all of this. But when he wakes,

he sees her smiling as she accepts another man's marriage proposal.

That cannot be.

She belongs to him.

He will kill that man.

He will kill everyone who comes near her.

● Written to indulge my tastes: melodramatic, angsty, and satisfying

● Many male love interests, all chaste; succubus-like heroine, unrequited love for her, and competition between men

● Not a traditional master-disciple story; most of the story focuses on the senior-sister and junior-disciple dynamic

● My own take on cultivation, with a mountain of original worldbuilding

Theme: Love one person, and love all the people of the world