My Possessive Disciple Keeps Trying to Defy Me

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Xiangrui, Qin Ningyue, has been imprisoned for over three hundred years.

To win her freedom, she set fire to the Temple of Prayer. On the brink of death, she finally drew the attention of the Great Love Immortal Venerable who dwelled high in the heavens, Zhen Duchen.

The Immortal Venerable took her back to the Celestial Palace, where she became his one and only disciple, second only to her master and above all others.

After all, what master would crouch at their disciple's feet to apologize, look up at her, and even place her hand against their cheek of their own accord?

Her master appears to teach her with great care, but in truth wants her to serve as the eye of the formation that will resolve the turbid qi.

Seeing how her master treats everyone with detached formality, yet shows her a tenderness reserved for her alone, Qin Ningyue, who has never known love, is left confused.

Taking advantage of her master's late-night visit to her room to apologize, she steals a kiss at the corner of her master's lips. The high-and-mighty false god is so startled that she flees for three years and does not return.

When her master comes back three years later, Qin Ningyue thinks she has finally received an answer.

But her master still avoids her, using the turbid qi, all living beings, and the Great Way as one excuse after another to silence her.

She envies all living beings in her master's eyes, so much that the fire of jealousy is about to burn right through her.

"Master, when we kiss and cherish each other like this, what are we to each other?"

Her master looks into her raised, serpentine pupils, at the possessiveness and jealousy roiling within them, and her heart softens. "Be a good girl and wait until the turbid qi is dealt with, all right?"

Her master takes her down to the mortal world, where desire runs rampant and the turbid qi surges in secret.

Qin Ningyue offers herself as a piece on the board and enters the grand formation. She thinks that if she can shield her master's path to the Great Way from some of its calamities, it will be worth it.

In the turbid flames, her soul fades and her dreams shatter.

By the time her master barely makes it there, everything is already decided.

The Immortal Venerable, who always spoke of his great love for all living beings, clutches her gradually cooling body and cannot utter a word. Defying heaven, she forcibly puts Qin Ningyue's soul into her own body and sustains it with her spiritual power, embarking on a forbidden path with two souls in one body.

When she wakes again, her master runs her fingers over the petition Qin Ningyue once wrote by hand to become her disciple.

She bends down and whispers in Qin Ningyue's ear:

"Yueya'er, don't be afraid. This is our marriage contract. Do you like it?"

● One-on-one romance, slow build, with foreshadowing woven into the details

● A seemingly obedient, jealous disciple X a false-god master, the Great Love Immortal Venerable

Excerpt 1:

"Can't you see it, Zhen Duchen? Can't you see the love in my eyes? Can't you see the hatred?" Qin Ningyue turns into a snake and coils tightly around her master. "Can't you see my jealousy, or my wretched pleas? Day and night, I beg you to love only me. Day and night, I beg for your lies to be exposed. I'm more devout than those who beg me for help. Zhen Duchen, I want you to look at me. See my darkness, my selfishness, my desire to keep you trapped by my side." Qin Ningyue lets her body go limp. "I'm about to burn through with jealousy, Master. Please, look at me."

Excerpt 2:

The young tree's buds creak in the wind. In this late autumn, Yaoguang's long-held pretense finally falls away. Tears stream from her eyes, and she is no longer the person she once was, fragile enough to break at the slightest touch. She looks back the way she came. The imperial palace is still there, standing on the earth, forever magnificent, forever glorious. More and more tears drown Yaoguang's pride, shattering it to pieces. She hastily wipes her face with her left hand, trying to wipe away the tears. Her halting words come out in a broken whisper; only when someone draws near can they make out what this haughty princess is saying: "I want to go home."

Theme: Building a Celestial Palace that embodies the core values of socialism.