After a reform at the transmigration bureau, Song Qian went from being a minor passerby who had spent years in the cultivation world to jumping ten ranks and becoming the master of the protagonists from three different novels.
His only task was to put the knowledge he'd gained while studying for his teaching certificate to good use, and get his role as their master back on track. He had to preserve the key plot points of all three novels as much as possible while avoiding any romantic storylines involving himself.
Song Qian: Easy. I can make myself look like an old man, or just stay out of sight altogether, right?
He used his first strategy to deal with his eldest disciple from Green River and prevent an angsty romance that would one day engulf the Three Realms. He used his second strategy to deal with his second disciple from Flower City and prevent the whole screen from being covered in mosaic censorship.
Then there was his third disciple...
Huh? The third disciple came from Dian Jia? Then there's nothing to worry about.
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Song Qian followed the plot and became his third disciple's golden finger.
He passed on the Dao, taught him his craft, and answered his questions.
When necessary, he even gave his disciple relationship advice.
He successfully turned the ruthless tyrant of the original story into the respectful, virtuous young man standing before him.
Song Qian was very pleased. Even when his disciple seemed to apply the relationship advice to him, he didn't notice anything wrong and simply took it as a sign of their deep bond as master and disciple.
Then the heavens came crashing down. His disciple was on the verge of becoming a god, and Song Qian had accomplished his mission and was ready to retire.
As heavenly lightning struck and his soul was about to be scattered, his usually mild-mannered disciple suddenly changed expression. Two streams of tears ran down his face as he grabbed Song Qian's wrist. His eyes were dark and gloomy, like night tearing through the sunset, brimming with unrestrained ruthlessness and terror.
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The book describes Xiao Cheng as patient, ambitious, and ruthless, a true tyrant of his age.
He also believed he had no parents, no heaven or earth, and no ruler or master. Born among the common folk, he walked the world alone. He was simply fortunate enough to meet one person, for whose sake he put on the mask of a gentle and virtuous man.
But a mask could hide his face. It couldn't wear down his fangs.
He revered him, respected him, cherished him, and loved him.
Only one thing was forbidden:
Losing him.
First version of the blurb captured on April 5, 2024
Second version captured on September 21, 2024
Theme: A teacher passes on the Dao, teaches his craft, and answers questions