The Charismatic Master Is Forced into a Battle Royale of Love

[Preorder the upcoming novel, After Surviving the Trial of Love, I Became the White Moonlight. The blurb is below. You're welcome to preorder and show your support!] Lu Qiumian completed his mission and left this world under the pretext of ascending to immortality, only for his progress bar to instantly reset to zero. Unable to leave, his soul was trapped in Huangya Valley for a hundred years. A century later, he returned in a new body to uncover the truth, only to discover that all the big shots whose every step could shake the cultivation world were his own former disciples, whom he had raised himself. The aloof and proud Sword Sovereign of the Immortal Sect had lost his composure, his voice trembling. "Master, if you don't show up soon, I'll break through to the Upper Realm and come find you." The violent and bloodthirsty Lord of the Demon Domain hurriedly wiped the blood from his blade, looking aggrieved. "Master, I won't kill the innocent indiscriminately. Please don't abandon me." The unpredictable Demon King of the Yao Realm instantly turned red-eyed, suppressing the bloodlust surging around him. "Master, without you, how am I supposed to control my inner demon?" His disciples had all become big shots, and they all seemed to harbor some... indescribable feelings for him? Lu Qiumian said calmly, "You've all grown up. You can't keep relying on your master like this." The next morning, when he woke up, Li Xi summoned a forbidden sword formation. "I'll search even to the ends of the heavens. Master, are you still going to leave?" Yin Li was surrounded by a murderous aura. "If Master doesn't like me behaving, then I'll show you what happens when I don't." Mu Ning's eyes turned crimson as he fell into the grip of his inner demon. "If Master insists on leaving, my inner demon is going to run wild." Lu Qiumian: "..." Raising too many disciples is a bit of a problem. Having a lover with too many different personalities is a problem too. And this love triangle is triple the usual size... Important notes: 1. The gong is split into three parts, but they're all one person. 2. The shou is beloved by everyone. Three chaotic love triangles are guaranteed. The next novel will be After Surviving the Trial of Love, I Became the White Moonlight. Lin Qiyan was a man without desire or emotion. Unable to comprehend the Great Way, he had no choice but to enter the mortal world and undergo a trial of love. Lin Qiyan felt sorry for the Third Princess of the Jin Dynasty, who was called an ill omen, and couldn't help but take her under his wing. Feeling the princess's admiration for him grow day by day, Lin Qiyan got carried away: "Surviving a trial of love isn't hard at all! Holding hands and spending a lifetime together, how simple!" But... before his trial was over, the Third Princess went to the border and came back as the Third Prince? Lin Qiyan: "???" Looking at Mo Tan's devastatingly beautiful face, he consoled himself: "No wonder I was blind. A man this handsome is a temptation too!" Mo Tan's heart skipped a beat. "Does the Imperial Preceptor like it?" Lin Qiyan: Handsome, sure, but how are two grown men supposed to survive a trial of love? I declare this trial a failure! Who would have thought that, upon returning to his sect, he would run straight into Mo Tan? "Without a wedding, without spending your whole life together, and without me, how did the Imperial Preceptor survive his trial of love?" Lin Qiyan met that gaze, full of restrained madness. His trial of love had truly begun. Late at night, the usually cold and indifferent senior disciple of the Fanhai Sect was pinned down on the bed, the corners of his eyes and brows tinged with red. Mo Tan leaned close to his ear. "Am I handsome? Does the Imperial Preceptor like me? Why don't you dare look at me?" Lin Qiyan: ...I'm afraid if I answer, the whole sect will know by tomorrow that the senior disciple can't get out of bed. A gorgeous, unhinged wolfdog gong x a beautiful shou who occasionally gets wildly carried away Theme: We work hard to chase after the brightest light in our lives