My Master Is a Clingy Sweetheart

[The setting is made up. Although there's cultivation, people still need to sleep and eat. Everything is just for the romance, so please don't nitpick.]

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Everyone says Mu Qinghan raised a vicious wolf, but Mu Qinghan thinks he raised a little puppy. He cherishes the pup so much that he's afraid to drop it or let it melt in his mouth. Yet the little brat he raised spends every day plotting how to kill his master and usurp his position.

The "little puppy" causes trouble day after day, trying to harm his master, but somehow he's always the one who ends up in trouble.

Drowning: His master pulls him into the water, leaving him soaked.

Ambush: His attack is mistaken for throwing himself into his master's arms, and he gets kissed, hugged, and lifted up in the air.

Jing Feng: ???

A vicious, calculating Black Lotus disciple shou who says one thing and means another x a master gong who seems cold and aloof but is actually a caretaker and a doting disciple fanatic

There's not much plot. It's just a love story about a disciple who tries to get himself killed every day and a master who keeps him in check.

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Synopsis: "Executor 7254503, you have entered the infiltration zone of a G-rank world. While evading the world's reactive attacks, please eliminate the invading forces hidden within the zone. If the invaders awaken, immediately kill the newly hatched insects and save the world from disaster."

He awoke from the darkness with all his memories gone. The only thing he knew was that he was Executor 7254503 under the Heavenly Dao worlds, and that he was saddled with hundreds of billions in merit debt, with no way to shake it off or escape.

The amnesiac "Executor 7254503" slowly typed a question mark: ?

This amount of merit debt was unprecedented, the sort of thing only a world-destroying villain could rack up.

"Executor 7254503": Fine, then. If gods block my way, I'll kill gods; if Buddhas block my way, I'll kill Buddhas. I'll just take the merit for myself.

No one knew what his original name was. At some point, everyone started calling him Zero Three.

Other executors: We have to be careful and follow the rules of the world's infiltration zone. If we're told to dance, we dance; if we're told to cross-dress, we cross-dress. Anything to eliminate the invaders at the lowest cost. Whatever you do, don't provoke the insects into hatching... Damn it, they've hatched! Get ready to fight!

Zero Three: Everyone, move aside. I'm about to start harvesting merit.

[If the Heavenly Dao is like a tree, then the countless worlds are fruits of all sizes growing on its branches, and the corruption is a swarm of insects devouring them. If we can't eliminate the insects while they're lying low, then we'll use the blades in our hands to cut them all down.]

Zero Three (drawing his sword, serious): I'm really short on merit. I mean it.

Yide, with a seventeen-billion-merit bounty on his head: Oh? Then come catch me.

The ensuing domestic violence scene is omitted...

Using tricks feels great for a moment, then comes the long road to winning your lover back.

Yide: If I pull off my tricks fast enough, the reckoning will never catch up to me.

Zero Three: ...silently draws his sword

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