Everyone knows that being a master is a high-risk occupation, especially on Jinjiang. So after transmigrating into a book, Yao Huang spent a hundred and eighty years without ever taking on a disciple.
The day she was forced to take one, Yao Huang examined the disciples carefully thirty-six times and chose a promising apprentice who had no ambition.
Her apprentice really was wonderful, except that he didn't talk much. He was great at chopping wood, cooking, and doing chores. Truly a fine man for the new era, and a useless little cultivator in the cultivation world.
The laid-back master was perfectly content to drift through life.
Then her apprentice won the sword-fighting tournament by sheer luck? Got a legendary sword to acknowledge him as its master by sheer good fortune? Accidentally crushed the uncles from the other sects?
Yao Huang ran without even packing her things. As luck would have it, her apprentice blocked the doorway. A few words flashed through her mind: "He pursues, she flees, together they won't get away."
So she decided to strike first and shouted, "You wretched disciple! How dare you hide your strength and deceive your master! I'm expelling you from the sect right now."
"Wouldn't that be even better?" Her apprentice's lips curled into a slight smile, and his usually stern face softened with amusement.
Yao Huang: ?
Seeing her apprentice smile, Yao Huang couldn't help shivering. She took a step back, then put on a fierce act and scolded him: "You good-for-nothing... how... how dare you defy me..."
Her apprentice didn't care in the least. He stepped forward, tucked the strands of hair that the wind had tousled behind Yao Huang's ear, and murmured leisurely beside her ear, "That's no way to speak to me. Call me... husband."
"You... you beast..."
Theme: Be a good person.
