One day, Gu Cijiu suddenly found a storybook in her mind.
It was more or less about six men doing all sorts of things to her master.
By the end of the story, her master, once so aloof and noble, had completely fallen into depravity. Bound at the entrance to the demon realm, he had become a lowly furnace cauldron.
Gu Cijiu: ?
Gu Cijiu didn't believe it at all. But every time she saw her master's face, those passages appeared in her mind, and she just couldn't face him. So she requested to descend to the mortal realm, where she lived freely for decades.
Then, when the plot reached its final point, she suddenly remembered the storybook's ending. Half believing it, she went to the demon realm and happened to find the Demon Venerable tying someone up at the entrance.
Taking a closer look, the person seemed familiar...
Familiar...?
Wait, Master!
Seeing those low-level demons puffing themselves up and charging in to have their way with him, Gu Cijiu panicked, drew her sword, and beat them until they yelped, "You go first! You take my place in line!"
In a frantic rush, she looked around for fear the Demon Venerable might come back, all while clumsily rescuing her master.
She scooped him up and ran.
Completely ignoring the demons watching helplessly behind her.
Wait, isn't he coming back for dinner tonight? What about tomorrow?
Gu Cijiu was close to losing it.
In the words of her previous life, she was all out of options.
She sat bolt upright on the bed, clutching her sword, while her master, in the grip of another bout of amnesia, kept kissing her. She stammered timidly, "No, I didn't do that, Master."
What's worse than being unable to perform?
Not having anything to perform with in the first place.
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Yan Ji had three disciples.
His eldest disciple loved him, and when her love went unrequited, she turned to the demonic path.
His second disciple loved him, and when her love went unrequited, she turned to the ghost path.
His youngest disciple loved him.
His youngest disciple also loved sleeping, braised pork hocks, rain, and practicing her sword in the rain while shouting things like, "My fate is mine to decide, not heaven's!"
And that wasn't all. His youngest disciple liked her eldest and second senior sisters, too... She liked so many things.
Yan Ji loved his youngest disciple.
When his love went unrequited, Yan Ji chose to drug someone.
Himself.
[Warnings]
The master is pure. (Very loudly.)
The heroine cultivates the Heartless Dao. She does not love her master, and never will. She only looks after him out of a sense of responsibility.
From this angle, it's a story about putting the man through the wringer.
Happy ending: They stay together forever, but the heroine never has romantic feelings for her master.
A slow-witted, earnest heroine who loves the kingdom, not beauty, and is always wondering which body part her master wants to use this time x a legendary, obsessive master who, unable to have her, uses his body to keep her by his side, drugs himself, and makes himself lose his memory. He looks aloof, but is really a lovesick maniac.
A chaotic author writing the story she wants to read. Open to writing advice.
Really, this is just the little head taking charge of the big head, teehee.
Theme: Beautiful things deserve to stay beautiful forever
