Disciples Are Nothing but Trouble

I raised three disciples and one Wangcai. As a single man, being their master and father has been no easy task. My eldest disciple has reached his rebellious phase and likes to attack his master with ruthless hands, cursing me and Wangcai to end up in a human-beast relationship. My second disciple looks innocent and pure, and loves asking questions about heaven and earth. Those questions keep triggering my depression. My third disciple has been inscrutable since childhood. His tastes are baffling, and he's a master at ruining my chances at love with a single sentence. There's a painted immortal in Peach Blossom Cove who has been fed medicine by my disciples for ages. It kept him looking young, but then Mount Shu showed up to claim him, saying he's their sect leader, who went missing fifteen years ago. It's like painstakingly adopting a son and raising him until you're over the moon with joy, only for a bully to appear and claim he gave birth to the boy. Do you take out the bully first, or the son? The print edition is now available! New story: My other stories: Premise: