Two Hundred Years of Mistaking My Enemy for My Master

My upcoming story, My Sister Keeps Trying to Ruin My Love Life, has a blurb below. Feel free to save it if you’re interested. Two hundred years ago, Feiqiong’s sect was massacred. Of the more than three hundred people in the sect, Feiqiong was the only survivor. Fortunately, when she was on the brink of despair, a wandering sage came to her rescue. The sage, named Puyu, took Feiqiong deep into the mountains and made her a disciple. Unfortunately, her master was a strange person who knew nothing of worldly conventions. Puyu was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, with no understanding of human ethics or boundaries. She acted entirely on instinct, often doing things that crossed the line and leaving Feiqiong flustered, yet her eyes held not a trace of worldly, improper desire. The precocious Feiqiong indulged her master’s unrestrained affection and dependence, cleaning up all her messes without a word of complaint. She practiced her sword day and night, hoping that one day she could leave the mountain and avenge her sect, then return and protect her master, who couldn’t survive without her, for the rest of her life. Until one day, at the foot of the mountain, Feiqiong encountered a demonic cultivator dressed in black. Feiqiong drew her sword and fought back. The demonic cultivator turned out to be her senior sister, who had survived the catastrophe all those years ago. She reeked of blood and rust, and a long scar ran from her forehead across her right cheek. She was nothing like the spirited senior sister Feiqiong remembered. Reunited with an old friend, Feiqiong was both shocked and delighted. But her senior sister leaned close to Feiqiong’s ear and whispered: “Be careful of your master… When the time is right, I’ll get you out of there.” Feiqiong was thunderstruck. Only then did she learn that the people who destroyed her sect two hundred years ago were not demonic cultivators. The true culprit who crushed the lives of all three hundred people in her sect was her savior, Puyu. Her spotless master was nothing but a capricious god who saw mortals as ants and casually visited calamities upon them. And Feiqiong had mistaken her enemy for her master and served her at her side for two hundred years. [An innocent yet cruel, inhuman god of a master × a patient, precocious, morally upright and stubborn disciple] Notes: * An all-female world with no men. Suggestions on terminology are welcome in the comments. * Unconventional cultivation fantasy. Humans cannot ascend and become gods. * Happy ending Upcoming story: My Sister Keeps Trying to Ruin My Love Life, also an all-female world A faux incestuous love triangle: a golden-retriever-like, promiscuous older sister with severe dependency issues × a deadpan, cute, seemingly proper but secretly passionate younger sister After work, Lu Yaoguang goes home with her girlfriend to meet the family. Since their mother died, her only family is her awful older sister, Zheng Jingzhe. Zheng Jingzhe chats with her younger sister’s girlfriend with such warmth and enthusiasm, as if she sincerely intends to entrust her little sister to this young woman she just met. Her girlfriend tells Lu Yaoguang, “Your sister isn’t as scary as you said. She’s really nice.” Lu Yaoguang sighs. After seeing her girlfriend off, she returns to her sister’s apartment and finds Zheng Jingzhe smiling as she asks: “Let’s make a bet. How long do you think you and her will last?” In Lu Yaoguang’s brief romantic history, every relationship has flashed by like a shooting star. The longest lasted three months. The shortest, just a few days. “Can’t be helped. You’re always the one who ruins things,” Zheng Jingzhe says, resting one hand on her sister’s leg and making a malicious remark. “Want your big sister to teach you?” Lu Yaoguang pushes her hand away and says quietly, “You know perfectly well that I’m not the one who ruins things.” “Zheng Jingzhe, you know perfectly well that all these years, you’ve been the one ruining my relationships.” “You won’t let me build a lasting relationship with anyone else, will you?” Zheng Jingzhe freezes, her expression as if it’s been locked in place. “Why put it so harshly?” It takes her a long while to regain her composure. Zheng Jingzhe hooks a finger around Lu Yaoguang’s and deliberately softens her voice. “Relax. Then I’ll bet this one lasts a year. How about it?” You’re such an awful bastard, Lu Yaoguang thinks expressionlessly, but she doesn’t pull her hand free from her sister’s grasp. “No. This time I want to be with her forever,” she says. Lu Yaoguang sees her sister’s face turn deathly pale. Theme: Learning true compassion.