Open Up, Senior Wife! It's Your Master

Mu Qing had a problem.

After her husband was gravely injured and went into seclusion without a word, his disciple was heartbroken. He often came to her to reminisce about the past, but every time he started to speak, the words became too difficult to get out.

She stroked the handsome young man leaning against her knees and softly murmured words of comfort.

Then one day, the grief-stricken youth had her drink strong liquor. In her drunken haze, he kissed her brow tenderly, his gaze full of longing, and murmured hoarsely against her ear, "Don't be afraid, Shiniang. I'm your Shizun."

But Mu Qing, hazy with drink, slapped the young man's cheek and exposed the flaw in his story: "Nonsense. I'm your father."

#Once your teacher, forever your father. By that logic, I'm really your father#

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Mu Qing transmigrated into a cultivation game. Her max-level main account was sealed, leaving her only with the low-level account she'd made a Dao companion for, just to make it easier to feed it resources.

...And the disciple she'd inherited from her main account.

The youth was exceptionally gifted, the greatest prodigy in the sect. He was just a little fragile at heart sometimes, often throwing himself into her arms in tears over the loss of his main account.

His eyes were red, his five fingers clamped tightly around the doorframe. "If Shizun can do it, why can't I?"

Mu Qing answered firmly, "Of course you can."

"Swing your sword ten thousand times a day, run twenty kilometers along the mountain range, go into seclusion for a hundred days every two months, study at the medicine hall and learn to make pills that strengthen your foundation when you come out, read and memorize the Sword Manual before bed, and practice diligently in your dreams. Keep that up for eighty-one years..."

She declared proudly, "Then you can be just like your Shizun: looking down on all under heaven, peerless in the world."

The youth: "..."

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