After Graduating from the Ruthless Path, I Picked Up a Black Lotus

Female master and male disciple ◆ a selfless Daoist who loves all under heaven x an obsessive ghost who hates all under heaven ◆ they save each other

He Duyi is a legendary figure of her era.

At a young age, she accomplished three great feats:

1. Slayed the boss. 2. Graduated from the selfless Dao. 3. Ascended to heaven in broad daylight.

After retiring, she opened a shop selling paper offerings in the mortal world and spent her days preparing mass graves for her friends and family.

She also happened to find a dying boy and take him in as her disciple.

Her little disciple is clever and learns everything quickly.

Whenever he runs into a problem, he lowers his eyes and asks for help. “Please teach me.”

Until one day, her well-behaved disciple suddenly argues with her. It isn't a big fight, just a few backtalking remarks.

The next day, while searching for him, she falls into a trap set by her enemies. In the heat of the moment, she shields him, but a thousand arrows pierce her.

Her mortal body destroyed, He Duyi has no choice but to fake her death and return to the divine pool in the heavens to recuperate.

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One night in heaven, He Duyi dreams that a black dragon is coiling around her.

When she opens her eyes, someone is standing by the divine pool.

His clothes are soaked through, his black robes stained with blood.

“Master.”

The young man's voice is hoarse. The little mole beneath his eye is as red as fresh blood.

He gently takes her hand and guides her fingertips down from his collarbone, inch by inch.

“Teach me something else,” he murmurs.

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“I'm tired of being your obedient, docile disciple.”

I was sheltered by you, then deceived by you. You tenderly pulled me back to my feet, then carelessly cast me aside.

So now, make your choice:

Take me, or kill me.

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■■■■■ Coming soon: A Wicked Master Makes a Rebellious Disciple

A shameless master x a brooding male disciple who worships his master

My master.

My master was an independent cultivator with a mixed spiritual root. She bought me from human traffickers. She cut down nine writhing monsters to save me.

The blazing sun burned her skin dark, and her fingers were covered with calluses and wounds. Her kisses fell on my forehead like raindrops.

Her tears tasted as salty as the sea.

When I grow up,

I'll be sure to honor her properly.

On September 23, she sold me.

Years later, I brought people to bring her back. I could no longer believe a single word she said.

But for the sake of our past, I would still honor and respect her.

A lesser filial son serves his parent's body; a better one serves their heart; the best serves their spirit.

“Let me serve you in bed first, Master,” I said.

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Theme: Stay resilient and true to your heart.