Master, Oh, Master

Pure-Love Warrior, Passionate and Clingy, Innocent Puppy-Like Disciple Top

Unknowingly Seductive, Sickly Yet Beautiful and Tragic, Gentle and Softhearted Master Bottom

[The younger one's wholehearted passion and the older one's indulgent devotion, mutual pampering, a moon high in the sky, an utterly wholesome pure-love masterpiece]

For nearly a thousand years, Qianqiu Jing had ruled the cultivation world. Then, just as he was ascending to immortality, heavenly lightning struck him dead.

Everyone believed his soul had been scattered, never knowing that a frail rogue cultivator had appeared in the world.

Qianqiu Jing had thought that even if his cultivation was gone and his body weak, even if the slightest exertion made him cough blood, he could slowly rebuild his foundation and return to his peak.

But in his tenth year, he couldn't bring himself to leave a boy whose family had been wiped out to fend for himself, so he took him in as a disciple.

He told his little disciple he was merely an ordinary rogue cultivator who had been ambushed and was still recovering from old injuries, so he couldn't fight.

The innocent, gullible boy believed every word. He took care of everything, from meals and clothes to travel and lodging, and did whatever Qianqiu Jing told him. Qianqiu Jing was quite pleased.

The boy was wonderful in every way, except that he was always ready to risk his life fighting enemies for his frail master. In the end, he would come running back, battered and bruised, eyes shining as he presented his spoils and begged for praise.

Unable to watch his disciple keep throwing his life away, Qianqiu Jing would sometimes secretly step in. Then he'd turn around and cough up a couple mouthfuls of blood, go pale, and pretend to be weak, saying, "This master can't go on..."

Naturally, his disciple never suspected a thing. He would only hug his master in a panic and swear to grow stronger.

Qianqiu Jing felt both helpless and softhearted, but had no choice but to keep his identity secret. Feeling guilty, he naturally indulged the boy even more.

As the days went by, his little disciple grew from a tiny thing into a very big one.

He was so tall now, yet still liked to act cute around him, liked to have him stand on tiptoe to pat his head, and liked curling up beside his neck and nuzzling him quietly.

Qianqiu Jing indulged him in everything. His disciple had no one but him, so it was only natural that he was clingy.

But...

Why did his disciple suddenly start blushing one day?

Why did he suddenly stop letting Qianqiu Jing pat his head, and stop coming over to nuzzle him?

Why did he suddenly gaze so solemnly into his eyes and say, "Master, I love you"?

Qianqiu Jing: This can't be right...

Much later, once Qianqiu Jing had grown accustomed to an arm around his waist when he slept, he finally realized:

A soft heart was where falling in love began.

Notes:

1. 1v1, both virgins, happy ending. Younger top, with an age gap of a thousand years.

2. The bottom was once the undisputed strongest in the world. The top has had little time to grow, and by the end is still far weaker than the bottom at his restored peak. The top only has the advantage in size and pure physical strength. If you prefer a stronger top, please stop here in time ^^.

3. The top acts cute, gets jealous, and cries when young. Even as an adult, he's still bashful and blushes easily, and he respects his master completely. He's basically a puppy. If that's not for you, please stop here in time ^^.

4. The bottom seems gentle and mild, and has a strong moral compass, but is actually decisive and ruthless, with some self-destructive tendencies. He's no flawless saint. If that's not for you, please stop here in time ^^.

5. Both leads are emotionally well-adjusted and have sound values. This story is extremely wholesome and pure, with no boundary-crossing between master and disciple.

6. Around 300,000 characters. Seventy chapters are already written, and it's expected to finish in around eighty. The author is absolutely reliable!

Coming soon:

"When the Immortal Lord Has Nowhere Left to Turn": Devoted Demon Lord Top x Ice-Boned, Jade-Skinned Immortal Lord Bottom

Song Shiyue had never imagined he would end up in such a predicament.

Framed, saddled with a fabricated crime, and even his old friends from the same sect looking at him with disgust.

With nowhere left to turn, a name came to him through the haze.

Xiao Jinlan, the Demon Lord, his nemesis, the shameless bastard he'd called his husband during the three years he'd lost his memories.

How could he possibly go to him?! And yet, he had no one else to turn to.

The Immortal Lord thought miserably that if Xiao Jinlan tried anything, he would simply take him down with him. There was nowhere left to go, and with everyone turning against him, life had little meaning anyway. Why should he let the Demon Lord humiliate him?

He fought with all his strength to escape his pursuers, then stumbled, covered in blood, into the demon realm and collapsed on the cold ground. In a pitiful state, he used the last of his strength to knock on the Demon Palace's gates.

When he saw that familiar face he hadn't seen in so long, the tension in his heart finally eased, and he passed out from exhaustion.

Just before losing consciousness, he saw a flicker of panic on that bold, carefree face that feared nothing.

He must have imagined it. Could someone so cold and heartless really be moved by him?

When he awoke, he was in a familiar bed, with Xiao Jinlan keeping watch beside him.

Memories of the three years they'd spent calling each other husband and wife surged back. Song Shiyue's face went pale, and he instinctively summoned his life-bound sword and thrust it at him.

But he was too weak. Xiao Jinlan casually caught his wrist, and the sword clattered to the floor.

The familiar touch made it seem as if the man before him would press close at any moment.

But Xiao Jinlan made no further move. He only took his hand with a trace of reproach, drew it to his chest, and pressed it against the scar there.

"Look. You stabbed me here the last time you left."

The greatest adversary Xiao Jinlan ever faced was the Immortal Lord, Song Shiyue.

One day, he had unexpectedly found Song Shiyue, who had lost his memories after a cultivation mishap. He could have killed him in one blow and rid himself of a great threat forever, but on a whim, he tricked him into believing they were married.

Over the course of three years as lovers, Xiao Jinlan fell for him without realizing it.

In the end, Song Shiyue regained his memories, flew into a rage, and stabbed him. He had it coming.

He thought they could only go on being enemies, but who could have guessed that Song Shiyue would appear before him again in such a wretched state?

He could hardly believe that the dignified Immortal Lord had fallen so low. His heart ached, though a small, despicable delight was mixed in with it.

He had another chance.

This time, he would make the noble, pure-hearted Immortal Lord accept him, Demon Lord and all, with his memories intact.

Meaning: To establish a heart for the world, a destiny for the people, preserve the lost teachings of the sages, and bring peace to all generations.