*A pair of master and disciple who share a bond
Alan is a sword cultivator who carries three swords everywhere: one of her own, one that belonged to her mother, and one that belonged to her late husband.
Alan is an elder. As the sect's only female elder, she's colder and tougher than every single one of the stinking men in the sect.
All the sect's disciples privately say they never would have guessed that such a stony, dull woman would get married.
Alan is a master. She'd never taken on a disciple before, but this year she made an exception and accepted a young man.
The boy was talented, and the Sect Leader wanted him for his own side, but he insisted on becoming Alan's disciple.
The other elders all said the boy was crafty, and must have joined Alan to get his hands on the sword techniques and secrets left behind by her late husband, the former greatest sword cultivator in the world, Perfected Guanyao.
They were wrong. He'd become Alan's disciple for Alan herself.
He really was crafty.
The day her cheap disciple confessed to her, Alan scolded him for disrespecting the hierarchy and defying ethics.
The boy was stubborn. He shouted back: "Guanyao was your master too! And he married you! Why is he the only one who gets to ignore those rules?"
Alan slapped him, then punished him by making him kneel at the foot of the mountain and reflect on his actions.
But the world is unpredictable.
Countless cultivators came to capture Alan, accusing her of a simple crime: betraying the principles of a master and having an affair with her disciple.
Her usually irreverent and undisciplined disciple stepped in front of her, grinning boldly as he used the same argument to defy the whole world.
"Guanyao was a master too, but they only dare scold the woman, not the man. Shameless!"
The immortals in the heavens were so furious their beards practically stood on end. A burst of true energy chopped his disciple sword in half.
The disciple reached out, and the sword that hadn't been drawn for a hundred years since Perfected Guanyao's fall responded to his call and landed in his hand.
He laughed and said to Alan:
"Alan, I taught you swordsmanship so that when you run into idiots, you can cut them down."
Alan hadn't cried in over a hundred years. She hadn't heard anyone call her Alan in over a hundred years, either.
Thirty thousand cultivators stared in shock.
"Guanyao, you're not dead?!"
Guanyao swept his sword across the sky, his sword energy whistling through the nine heavens. He looked just like the greatest sword cultivator in the world he had been all those years ago.
He turned to look at Alan, his eyes full of tenderness.
"My wife was still young. I didn't dare leave her behind."
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When Guanyao was Alan's master, he didn't act like a master.
Along with teaching her swordsmanship, he taught her all sorts of petty, underhanded tricks. He was nothing like a righteous immortal.
When Guanyao was Alan's husband, he didn't act like a husband, either.
He took Alan away from their wedding ceremony, then brought her to a brothel to learn the conjugal arts on the spot.
But when it came time to put those lessons into practice, he didn't even dare take off Alan's clothes. All he dared do was kiss her lips.
When Guanyao was her disciple, he finally acted like a disciple, at least half the time.
He served his master tea and water, and rubbed her shoulders and back.
But why did he knock on Alan's door in the middle of the night and say, "Master, open the door. It's your husband"?
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"Even a mountain as rigid as her would be stirred by someone."
tips:
1. The male lead is reborn.
2. The title is subject to change.
3. More details to come.
Theme: Love crosses mountains and seas.
