[A saintly heroine with a selfish streak and a feudal mindset x a cautious, overworked hero]
A note before you start: The story has two points of view, and the hero’s perspective may feel a bit like watching through a camera.
Xiang Tianhe was a minor heroine in a classic male-oriented power-progression novel.
A once-in-a-millennium sword-cultivation prodigy, the next Sect Master of the Sword Sect, and the youngest junior sister in the sect, she was also so absurdly selfless that readers tore her apart back in the day.
Zhu Yu was a seasoned office drone, ground down year after year by KPIs.
After countless all-nighters, he dropped dead. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into this cultivation novel, as a low-level cannon-fodder character in the Sword Sect whom anyone could trample.
When he read the book, Zhu Yu had been among the many readers who complained about Xiang Tianhe’s saintly nature.
It was only after arriving in this world that he realized the truth: having a saintly heroine to rely on was practically a golden ticket to staying alive!
To survive, Zhu Yu passed round after round of selection and became the young Sect Master’s personal attendant.
He thought he’d never be bullied again, but that very night, he was carried straight into Xiang Tianhe’s bedchamber.
Xiang Tianhe glanced at him. “Don’t you know what a personal attendant is for?”
Zhu Yu hurriedly knelt. “A personal attendant serves the young Sect Master.”
The moment he said it, his mind exploded with alarm. He secretly looked up at her, his heart pounding.
Surely “personal service” didn’t include that kind of bedroom business?!
Afraid Xiang Tianhe would send him away, Zhu Yu rushed to plead his case. “Young Sect Master! I come from a lowly background, and no one ever taught me those things. I’m afraid I’d offend you. But I can do every other kind of service. Please don’t send me away.”
Xiang Tianhe agreed.
But Zhu Yu didn’t know that he could dodge the first day of the lunar month, but not the fifteenth. Sooner or later, he’d have to climb into Xiang Tianhe’s bed.
From then on, he became the most pleasing dog at her side, equally adept at serving her in and out of bed.
The other members of the sect looked down on Zhu Yu for groveling, but with Xiang Tianhe protecting him, they only dared gossip behind his back.
“If there’s a contest for who serves the young Sect Master best, his style would put him first in the world.”
“There isn’t another cultivator in the whole cultivation world who knows how to suck up to people better than he does!”
Zhu Yu listened to their teasing with the smug look of a petty underling who’d gotten his way.
Junior Sister loves me, spoils me, and protects me. What are you going to do about it?
“Junior Sister?”
Zhu Yu’s mind went blank. Oh no, he’d blurted out what he was thinking!
He hastily bowed to salvage the situation. “Young Sect Master.”
Xiang Tianhe gave a cool nod, her voice turning cold. “Mm.”
Head bowed, Zhu Yu raged inwardly: Feudal! Old-fashioned! So full of herself!
Theme: Love others, love yourself.
