Before transmigrating, Zhu Zhisu was an executive assistant. After transmigrating, Zhu Zhisu became the youngest disciple of the most aloof and cold Sword Master in the Immortal Sect.
The youngest disciple had entered the sect by accident and had no spiritual roots, making him completely invisible within the sect. The high-and-mighty Sword Master never even looked his way.
Although Zhu Zhisu had no spiritual roots, he refused to give up cultivating. He studied desperately on his own while taking on the task his senior brothers and sisters gave him: looking after the Sword Master's daily needs.
He wasn't much good at cultivation, but he knew how to be an assistant. He folded his master's bedding neatly, planned his master's schedule, and had anyone who wanted to discuss matters with his master check in with him first. When his master refined pills, he kept precise time; when his master practiced swordsmanship, he went over to wipe away his sweat. When his master bathed, he soaked in the hot spring with him, his thin, pale undergarments soaked through and his slender white fingers clutching a washcloth as he personally scrubbed his master's back.
That night, after scrubbing his back, Zhu Zhisu dreamed of a lustful serpent. After being entangled with it in the dream for days, he couldn't take it anymore and went to his master to ask for a magical artifact to suppress the serpent in his dreams.
The very night he got the artifact, the lustful serpent disappeared.
His master took its place in his dreams.
Why did he have erotic dreams about his master every fifth day of the month? Zhu Zhisu, his face flushed from being tormented by those dreams, looked at the Sword Master, whose face was as cold as ice and pure as jade. He decided he must be having these dreams because he was letting his imagination run wild. Too embarrassed to ask his master for help this time, Zhu Zhisu went to the sect leader instead.
After hearing the whole story, the sect leader nodded. "Oh, your master's true form was a giant serpent that cultivated into a dragon. Some of its serpentine lust still lingers in his body, and it can only be released through erotic dreams once a month. You haven't been dreaming of him; he's been dreaming of you and accidentally pulled you into his erotic dream. It's nothing to worry about. He'll be fine once he purges the lust completely. Don't tell him about this, either, or he might suffer a cultivation deviation. Then no one will be able to handle the consequences."
Zhu Zhisu: "..."
Are you from ancient times? How can you take this so calmly? We're master and disciple! Is it reasonable for my master to have erotic dreams about me?!
No one listened to a disciple without spiritual roots. Zhu Zhisu could only continue assisting his master during the day. His master seemed to have no memory of the dreams at night, so Zhu Zhisu told himself they were only dreams, not real, and they only happened three times a month. He could just grit his teeth and endure them.
But later, the erotic dreams became more and more frequent, until they happened every day.
On the verge of tears, Zhu Zhisu cried out in his master's erotic dream, "Master, could you please stop having erotic dreams? I'm scared!"
The dream shattered at once, and the icy Sword Master appeared on Zhu Zhisu's bed, his eyes bloodshot.
He looked as if he were on the verge of a cultivation deviation.
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