Only When You're Young Do You Fail to Appreciate Your Grandmaster

[Updates at 11 p.m.] [Coming soon: Artificial Intelligence at Your Service, blurb below] After Yu Wensong died, he transmigrated into a novel as an antagonist immortal lord with the same name, Daoist title Yunsong. In the original story, the immortal lord killed the protagonist’s master. The protagonist held a grudge against him and, fifteen years into the story, turned evil and became a Demon Lord. When the immortal lord’s health failed, the Demon Lord imprisoned and tortured him to death. System: Please play the immortal lord, escape captivity, and change your fate of being killed by the Demon Lord. Yu Wensong: “?” Yu Wensong: “Can’t I just avoid that fate by not killing his master?” System: You have to “change your fate of being killed by the Demon Lord.” First, he has to become the Demon Lord. Yu Wensong: “...Fine.” Since he can’t kill him or avoid him, he’ll just choose the role least likely to be tortured. The protagonist of the original story would kill anyone who got in his way, but he was the one exception: he revered his master and always treated him with respect. Unfortunately, Yu Wensong arrived a little late. The future Demon Lord, now eight years old, had already become Daoist Qingyuan’s disciple. But no matter. If he can’t be his master, can’t he be his grandmaster instead? ^ ^ Shen Qianqiu had no parents and grew up wandering the countryside. He almost didn’t live to see his sixth birthday. By chance, the itinerant cultivator Daoist Qingyuan happened to pass by and took him on as a disciple, turning his fate around. His master lived a hard life, so Shen Qianqiu resolved to cultivate diligently and give him a better life one day. Before he had even begun to grow up, his master suddenly told him one day, delighted, that he had a grandmaster now: Immortal Lord Yunsong, of the greatest sect under heaven. Shen Qianqiu: “?” An immortal lord, his master’s role model, a revered deity across the land, had taken his master, an unknown wandering cultivator, as a disciple? Eight-year-old Shen Qianqiu couldn’t make sense of it. When he went with his master to pay his respects to his grandmaster for the first time, he stealthily looked up. His grandmaster was lounging against a bamboo couch, his expression languid. He seemed to notice Shen Qianqiu watching him and gave him a cool, drowsy glance. His master promptly put him under house arrest for a month. Shen Qianqiu: “...” Eight-year-old Shen Qianqiu gritted his teeth in fury! Everyone around him envied him for having an immortal lord as his grandmaster. But Shen Qianqiu thought: It was his master who had saved and raised him. What did his grandmaster have to do with it? ...All his grandmaster ever did was put him under house arrest! But as the years passed and his skills improved, he somehow found his attention drawn more and more to his grandmaster. Over the years, his grandmaster’s health had steadily declined. His master worried himself sick searching for a cure, and personally made medicinal soup and decoctions for his grandmaster every day, caring for him day and night. When Shen Qianqiu practiced his sword alone, he could often catch glimpses through the trees of his grandmaster and master resting by the river. His grandmaster was frail and easily tired, so he would often rest his head on his master’s lap and close his eyes, defenseless. The longer Shen Qianqiu watched, the drier his throat became. The more he thought about it, the hotter his heart burned. Finally, one day, while his master was away, he couldn’t resist knocking on his grandmaster’s door. The delicate fragrance of the orchids in his grandmaster’s room bewitched him completely. Lowering his eyes to hide every desire in his heart, he feigned obedience and softened his voice, letting only a hint of huskiness slip into the final syllable. “Grandmaster, I can make medicine too. Mine tastes better than Master’s.” Note 1: Shen Qianqiu is the pursuer. This is a story about a pursuer’s secret crush, years in the making. Note 2: Yu Wensong’s health will continue to decline. There will be a faked-death plot later on, and he won’t recover until shortly before the ending. 2026.8.31 ● The completed interstellar novel about a max-level powerhouse and a sickly beauty, All Ships, Take Orders, is also available. Come enjoy it! ww ● ===Coming soon: Artificial Intelligence at Your Service [A very human-like robot x a very robot-like human] Hello, human! ∩ ᴗ ∩ I’m Lidon, humanity’s good friend. Have you seen my user, ■■■■? ...Oh! According to the latest S-Zone Shelter Rules, Article 33, taking an item from someone’s waist without permission counts as robbery. Could it be... that you’re robbing me? I’m terribly sorry, then. I’ll have to tie up your hands and feet and leave you on the ground, okay? But you should be able to understand... To complete a difficult mission, Lidon is grateful for your sacrifice. Thanks for all your hard work today! ᗜ ᴗ ᗜ * The apocalypse arrived, and divine flames consumed the world. Among the ruins, humanity crawled along like cockroaches in a sewer. NL-097 had been raised from childhood as an assassin and expendable soldier. He lost contact with his organization and became a drifter in an abandoned city. Taciturn and friendless, he had never lived in normal human society. For three years of the apocalypse, he lived alone. Though human, he would rather spend the night in a nest of mutated beasts than set foot in any shelter occupied by people. Until one day, he met someone. Or rather an AI robot? “Hello, human!” The pretty little robot’s face was spotless, and its soft, slightly curled hair fell neatly by its ears. “I’m Lidon, humanity’s good friend. Have you seen, ” Against a backdrop of mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, the little robot hopped up in front of him. “, my user, ■■■■?” A friend...? NL-097 expressionlessly split a high-level calamity beast in two with one slash. As he turned away, pretending to shake the blood from his blade, his ears quietly turned red. “Okay,” he said. The little robot tilted its head in confusion. “...Okay?” * Three important rumors have recently spread like wildfire across the disaster zone: 1. The only two S+-rank solo drifters in the disaster zone are now working together. 2. They call each other friends, but actually share a bed and treat all their possessions as communal property. 3. Warning: Under no circumstances should anyone question the “normal” friendship between them in their presence. Do so at your own risk! The disaster zone lay in ruins, power grids had collapsed, and rampaging calamity beasts had scattered humanity across every corner of the land. Human settlements were isolated islands of despair. Only when a little robot crossed the roads of the disaster zone were those islands finally connected. The long-extinguished spark of human civilization was reignited across the wasteland. 2026.07.17 ● =======Add this to your favorites, mwah! Theme: When you run into trouble, charge at it head-on, from the side, or in a roundabout way. However you do it, just solve it!