[Please add my upcoming story, My Master Is Sick, but I Have No Cure, to your reading list. The blurb is at the end.]
#A Master Who's a Walking Disaster in the Cultivation World X A Disciple Who's Warm on the Outside and Cold Within#
Ji Shaowei thinks her master, Feng Ruhui, is cold, heartless, and unreasonable. You could warm a stone, but never his heart.
So Ji Shaowei left, setting off in the middle of the night with a boat hoisted over her shoulder.
Thirty years later, her husband dies. To bring him back to life, she has no choice but to return to her homeland and seek a way to revive the dead.
As Ji Shaowei crosses the Sea of No Delusions by boat once more, she looks at her son and falls into deep thought: Her master is cold and heartless. He might not even save a dead disciple, so will he really save his disciple's husband? They say people grow more fond of their grandchildren with age. Would it be more reliable to have her son beg him with a little puppy-dog sweetness?
Thirty years ago, the life lamp went out, and she vanished from the mortal world.
For as long as Ji Shaowei was gone, Feng Ruhui was mad.
The moment he saw Ji Shaowei again, his dead heart came back to life, and all his wild thoughts suddenly quieted. Whatever Ji Shaowei wanted to do, whether she hated him or not, he would let her. As long as she could live well somewhere he could see and touch her.
But why would the eternally proud Ji Shaowei lower herself to beg him for an outsider?
Notes:
1. The male lead is Feng Ruhui. The story begins when the female lead returns thirty years later, and the crematorium starts from the start. You can tell from the blurb who gets put through the angst.
2. The fact that a master this awful still gets a happy ending is entirely thanks to the author's hard work. He himself had absolutely nothing to do with it.
3. The female lead has had other partners, but the male lead is a virgin. The child is theirs.
[Upcoming story in my collection: My Master Is Sick, but I Have No Cure. The blurb is in first person, while the story itself is in third person.]
My master is very conceited about his looks, and often thinks people have secret crushes on him and want to have their way with him.
Me: "Master, even if their taste were normal, wouldn't beating them be like a fifth grader picking on kindergarteners? What are you afraid of? Besides, the whole cultivation world knows that a sword cultivator's wife is their own sword. Who would be foolish enough to provoke a sword cultivator?"
Master: "You're too straightforward. You don't understand. This is the kind of trouble only a cool and aloof immortal master like me has."
Me: "How about I take you to get your head checked, Master?"
My master silently drew his sword. Remembering my childhood spent being chased around and beaten by him, I had to change my tune. "Then what do you think we should do, Master?"
Master: "From now on, let's pretend to have an intensely tragic master-disciple romance. We'll use love to defeat love and put an end to their intentions!"
Forget it. I should still take my master to get his head checked.
That idea changed the day I was sipping lotus seed soup sent by my best friend and reading a storybook. It said: "Yu Guyan's female disciple drank the lotus seed soup she sent her, was drugged, and ended up with the Demon Lord..."
Just then, the Demon Lord suddenly appeared.
Me: !?
Master, save me!
Theme: Give your heart sincerely, and don't always expect to receive without giving.
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Have You Won Over the Saintess Today?
I Carry Four Powerhouses to Victory
After the Immortal Lord Lost His Memory, the Demon Venerable Did This and That to Him
After I Wronged the Immortal Lord on His Tribulation
Terrifying Thunder
The Number One Assassin Retired. What Should Number Two Do?
A Little Theater of Worldly Interactions
My Dead White Moonlight Has Suddenly Started Attacking Me
I Love Being a Rebellious Disciple
A Record of the Male Lead’s Murder
Considering I'm Just a Substitute
This article is quite interesting. After seeing this, I am not interested in the romance part. I just want to see how the story develops. I don't say I like it or hate it. I have to say that it is just like the feeling I had when I saw the pleasure monster in other works. Everything he did was for himself (happy/achieved a certain purpose), so he used everything available. However, the male protagonist has not been twisted to that extent. At least he still has human emotions. It is really because of the writing that the male protagonist's existence depends entirely on the author's efforts.
Suddenly I woke up, it turned out to be because you were finished.
Code it, wait until I hear it and tell you how I feel
Xue Yi: I know that my master is my stepfather, but as long as I don't say anything, my master can only hold it in. My mother couldn't nod, so she said my father was the biggest winner, but it was gone. Forget it, the living can never compete with the dead. But... It seems that the master is gone too.
Ha
Tsk tsk, no, it's still your own fault, come on
Who said that person is like the early spring snow that is about to disappear?
So, no more extras? It felt like I had fallen into a hole and never climbed out.
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When it's finished, come back and give the author a thumbs up! Although the emotional line of the story is bland and makes people excited. . But when I looked back at it today, I felt that there was a different feeling of calmness after the waves.