After I Took My Master by Force

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I have a master whom I have admired for a long time.

His name is Jiang Min, a once-in-a-millennium Sword Immortal, on the verge of ascension.

Though I call him my master, I am actually just an outer sect disciple in charge of cleaning his cave abode.

When I was little, I was caught in a great fire, and the left side of my face was covered in ugly scars.

None of the sect disciples liked me. They bullied and ostracized me for my gloomy personality and ugly appearance.

The only person who treated me well was Jiang Min.

Whenever I cleaned his cave abode, he prepared snacks for me, asked about the weather outside, and chatted with me about my recent progress in cultivation.

I secretly cherished my feelings for Jiang Min, going to clean his cave abode every day and imagining that the time we spent together belonged only to us.

Until one day, I saw him treating another disciple with exactly the same warmth and smile.

I watched coldly for a long time, then returned to my room and went on a rampage, smashing everything in sight.

When my strength gave out, only one thought remained in my mind.

I had to have him. In this life, he was all I needed.

It seemed the heavens were on my side. Jiang Min actually failed his tribulation.

I was the first to find him, as I went to clean his cave abode every day before dawn.

He lifted his head, pale and weak, his face twisted with unbearable pain. The next moment, he collapsed.

My heart pounding, I slowly walked toward him and touched his face for the first time.

“Master, let me take you somewhere, all right?”

No one knew where Jiang Min had gone.

Only I knew he was in my little house, tied up with a ridiculous hemp rope.

Jiang Min should have resented and hated me.

But to my surprise, when he woke up, he trusted me just as he always had.

“Zhizhi, I want some water…”

“My body hurts so much.”

“This rope is really in the way.”

With a dark look in my eyes, I handed him a cup of drugged water. He drank it without hesitation.

“I’m so hot. I feel awful.”

“Don’t come near me.”

“Don’t…”

By the next morning, Jiang Min had finally understood his situation and guessed what I wanted.

His ears turned red as he pulled my robe back up over my shoulder.

“I’ll take responsibility for you.”

I truly had never met anyone like him.

He accepted everything so calmly, without a single complaint. He even cooked and did the laundry for me, and obediently shared my bed.

Was there something wrong with his head?

Around that time, a spiritual medicine that could heal scars appeared in the cultivation world. I spent all my money to buy it, and it cured the scars on my face.

Strangely enough, people began striking up conversations with me, inviting me to admire the moon and giving me gifts.

Every day, I came home late, and I hardly spoke to Jiang Min anymore.

Then one day, I came home after enjoying the Lantern Festival with my friends.

To my horror, I saw a broken piece of hemp rope on the floor.

Jiang Min watched me silently as he slowly walked over and crushed the lantern in my hand.

“Get on the bed.”

“Now.”

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Title: The Mute

Blurb:

The day I signed the divorce agreement was exactly the third anniversary of my marriage to Dongfang Yan.

I had known him since childhood. Dongfang Yan was mute and hard of hearing. I had few friends, and he was the only one willing to listen to me.

His parents had died young. I heard they had left him a large sum of money and told him to use it to cultivate at a certain sect.

My family was desperately poor. To find a way out, I set my sights on Dongfang Yan. If I married him, I could live comfortably on his money.

So I deliberately made him fall for me. The mute, whom nobody thought highly of, was easy to win over.

At seventeen, the mute married me, and we settled in that little town. He cherished and cared for me deeply.

At eighteen, he discovered I didn’t love him, only his money.

At nineteen, he gave me all his money and handed me a divorce agreement.

Everything had gone exactly as I wanted.

I signed the divorce agreement without hesitation, meeting his complicated, icy gaze.

*

That night, however, I had a strange dream. In it, the mute was supposed to have a far more brilliant life. He would join a sect and cultivate, win the love and admiration of many, cure his muteness, and ascend to immortality.

But in that life, I was nowhere to be found.

When I woke up, I was horrified to discover that I had returned to the age of seventeen, before marrying the mute. I was dressed in rags and living on scraps.

But I didn’t go looking for the mute. Instead, I stole his money in the middle of the night and went to the sect from my dream.

Everything I had seen in that strange dream filled me with longing. I swore that I, too, would live that kind of life, worshipped by countless people and able to ascend to immortality.

If the mute could do it, why couldn’t I?

Strangely, I didn’t see the mute again until three years later.

At the apprenticeship ceremony, he was introduced as my disciple.

That’s right, I was exceptionally talented. In just three years, I had risen to become an Immortal of the Sword Peak.

I knew I had stolen his life, but so what?

What could a mute who couldn’t even argue for himself do to me?

…

That was what I thought, right up until he pinned me down on the soft couch and roughly used me, leaving me covered in grime and my mind blank.

The mute suddenly bent over me, his cold lips pressed to my ear.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

I came back to my senses with a shudder and clearly saw the hatred in his eyes.

“How could you bear to leave me?”

“Twice.”

*The heroine is selfish, the hero is obsessive, and they will both grow into better people.

Theme: Many begin well, but few see things through to the end.