After My Two-Faced Disciple Died for Me

Next novel: My Split-Personality Disciple Voluntarily Becomes a Furnace

Also an older woman-younger man master-disciple romance

Dual-personality younger top vs. (fake) playboy master bottom

Blurb at the end ◍˃ᵕ˂◍ Please bookmark it, orz

[Overbearing, scheming, black-hearted, fiercely loyal younger top × gentle, cold-hearted, secretly rebellious master bottom]

Everyone said Shen Chunyi was cold-blooded and unfeeling, but he was nothing like that around his adopted little disciple, Xuan Shuangxu. Shen Chunyi spoiled him far too much. It was fine if Xuan Shuangxu wanted to touch him, kiss him, or climb into his master's bed. His master wouldn't get angry anyway.

But affection can't last forever, and debts must be repaid. Of course, such boundless indulgence had a purpose:

Obey me. Satisfy me. Be my sharpest blade, my most ruthless sword, the white bones piled beneath my feet. Be loyal to me for all eternity, even if it means killing yourself.

Xuan Shuangxu simply knelt and accepted his orders, answering obediently, "Okay."

Then he voluntarily stepped into the bottomless abyss.

But Shen Chunyi had completely forgotten that Xuan Shuangxu was wicked to the core. After a miscalculation led to his memories being stripped away, the disciple began to reveal a cruelty Shen Chunyi had never seen before:

Defy your master and ancestor, take what you want by force. If I like it, it's mine. Why should I ask what you think?

You think you can leave after coming to my territory?

After a moment's carelessness, Shen Chunyi was imprisoned in a grand hall. The floor's patterned tiles dug into his knees, and as cold sweat poured down his face, a black boot decorated with gold embroidery lifted his chin.

Shen Chunyi was forced to look up at the man before him. The man raised an eyebrow, then lowered his black boot.

Never before had he been so acutely aware that Xuan Shuangxu had grown from a boy into a man.

The black boot tapped out an impatient rhythm against the floor. "Want to come inside for a while?"

Shen Chunyi laughed. "If I go in, will I be able to come back out?"

Xuan Shuangxu looked down at him and replied indifferently, "What do you think?"

His little disciple had really gotten a lot worse. But what could he do? Whatever he was like now, Shen Chunyi had taught him himself.

· The top has bug-level mental control abilities. He likes to play games and is even better at playing them, especially obedience tests.

· The bottom has concept-god-level attack abilities. He's gentle but ruthless, and needs to be coaxed into realizing his feelings.

· Pure love, both leads are each other's first and only, 1v1. The cultivation setting isn't rigorous. If you nitpick, I'll bow down, orz.

Next Novel: My Split-Personality Disciple Voluntarily Becomes a Furnace

[Steady/dark and calculating dual-personality top vs. (fake) playboy, scheming master bottom]

Xie Yingyuan, a young nobleman of the Jinru Sect, was born frivolous and flirtatious. One day, he found a scruffy little bundle behind a tavern. The boy was named Fan Mingxin, and he stared up at Xie Yingyuan with big, shining eyes, seeming very well-behaved.

A gentle, handsome man descended from the heavens and smiled at him. "Would you like to be my disciple?"

Even though the two were indeed a loving master and filial disciple every day, everyone knew what was going on: that playboy had taken in a new furnace to cultivate some kind of evil art!

But Xie Yingyuan truly had no such intentions. He'd just taken the boy in out of kindness and wanted to raise him like a child. Fan Mingxin gradually grew up, becoming young, handsome, and exceptionally well-mannered. He became a model disciple, the pride of the immortal sects and noble families.

Until one night, Xie Yingyuan awoke to someone squeezing his throat and heard Fan Mingxin chuckle in his ear. "Didn't you say you'd take me as your furnace? Why are you going back on your word?"

The next day, his young disciple eyed the red marks on his body and said sarcastically, "You had a great time last night, Master."

For the first time, Xie Yingyuan realized his little disciple might have a split personality.

Several years later, chaos engulfed the human world.

Xie Yingyuan was imprisoned by villains. Unwilling to yield, he drew his sword and killed himself.

The young man, usually the very model of propriety, knelt before the memorial tablet, unable even to cry. Then he turned around and threw the entire immortal sect world into chaos with his sword.

Xie Yingyuan, the White Soul Envoy of the Ghost Realm, was in charge of granting forgiveness to the dead. After a mistake on the job, the King of Hell sent him to the human world with a slap so he could learn his lesson. Fan Mingxin, the Black Soul Envoy, insisted on going with him. Xie Yingyuan laughed. "You'll have to drink Granny Meng's soup when you reincarnate. You won't remember me."

Fan Mingxin stubbornly replied, "You know Granny Meng. Just ask her to water it down."

So Xie Yingyuan's name was etched into Fan Mingxin's heart from the moment he was born in the human world, but there was always a voice in his head mocking him:

I've been by his side for a thousand, a hundred years. Isn't that longer than these past ten-odd years?

Back in the Ghost Realm, Xie Yingyuan asked, "Does that mean I passed?"

The King of Hell replied, "Yes. Fan Mingxin has too many distracting thoughts. Let him calm down for a while."

Xie Yingyuan abruptly stood up. "I want to go back."

The King of Hell stared at Fan Mingxin in the long river of the human world, his temper so vicious that he seemed like a different person from before. "Are you sure?"

Who could have guessed that the moment Xie Yingyuan borrowed a corpse and climbed out of its coffin, he'd see the young man's black boots standing beside him, black enough to chill him to the bone?

After a long stare, Fan Mingxin suddenly laughed. The sound made Xie Yingyuan's scalp prickle.

P.S. The top has a split personality. Something went wrong when he drank Granny Meng's watered-down soup: half of him is the Black Wuchang, and the other half is an ordinary junior disciple of an immortal sect. They'll merge into one later!

Theme: Devoted to one person for a lifetime