A hot-tempered, healing heartthrob paired with a lonely man-eating flower
Ying Huaizhen devoted himself to the Dao, but his constitution was poor, and his beauty brought him no end of trouble.
After much effort, he finally took a formidable master. Little did he know the man was so absorbed in cultivation that he would shut himself away for five years.
The day he plotted to kill his rotten senior brother, Ying Huaizhen decided to leave his sect. Before departing, he went to say goodbye to the junior brother who had helped him.
Strangely, his junior brother looked a little uneasy.
“Wait, I... Is that really how you see your master, as a worthless bastard who can’t tell right from wrong?”
Ying Huaizhen replied calmly, “I can’t afford to take that risk.”
But as soon as he reached the mountain gate, a master he had never met seized him and dragged him back.
The master seemed to have a terrible temper.
“I’ve already dealt with that bastard. Now, come meet your master!”
Hearing that familiar tone, Ying Huaizhen slowly narrowed his eyes.
*
Ji Yunting was as fiery as a blaze and a peerless prodigy. He had never known defeat, and was therefore haughty and almost entirely alone.
Then one day, while gravely wounded, he glimpsed the secrets of fate. He saw an unparalleled beauty become the object of everyone’s desire, suffer a string of horrifying ordeals, and finally turn evil. The ending...
What! There was no ending?
Ji Yunting angrily emerged from seclusion, only to discover that the protagonist in his vision was his own disciple.
*
Fifteen-year-old Ying Huaizhen looked obedient and easy to care for. Ji Yunting thought this disciple should be simple to raise.
On the first day, the disciple who was supposed to be easy to raise fainted in his arms after cultivating for more than half an hour.
On the second day, the obedient, easy-to-care-for disciple thoroughly dealt with the wastrels from the neighboring peak.
On the third day, the fragile, pampered disciple was lying in bed when Ji Yunting, disguised as a junior brother to sneak him out of confinement, heard him say:
“I hear my master is hot-tempered, strict about rules, and heartless. If my junior brother does this, it’ll probably make him angry.”
Oh, now you’ve made me mad!
The “junior brother” grabbed him and dragged him away, gritting his teeth. “Which bastard spread that rumor? Your master has the best temper in the world!”
Ying Huaizhen: “...”
The fifteen-year-old thought, What a shameless old geezer.
The shameless old geezer took him down the mountain and spent the whole day showing him the sights.
*
The fragile little thing who was so hard to raise finally grew up. All those bastards who would have dragged him into the abyss were trampled into the mud by Ying Huaizhen.
Ji Yunting should have been pleased, but for some reason, he felt that something was very wrong with him.
*
Ying Huaizhen had been feeling that something was strange lately, so he sought out his “junior brother,” who was standing with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky.
“Why are you afraid to look me in the eye?”
How could Ji Yunting turn around? He thought, Because I don’t want to become something lower than a pig or a dog.
What respectable master would fall in love with his own disciple?
Ji Yunting had always been proud and never bowed his head. How could he accept his fate?
Theme: The bright moon never falls to earth, and a luminous pearl is offered on a high dais