When the Jinjiang Master Realized He Was in the Flower Market

Xie Mingshu is extraordinary and aloof, untouched by worldly concerns. In the cultivation world, he is known as an untouchable beauty.

Seeing everyone around him take on disciples, he has lately begun to feel rather lonely and decides to accept one of his own.

As he looks over the group of young men before him, about to say something, a mass of strange writing suddenly appears in front of his eyes.

[Pick Fu Cheng! He's got two of those xx, how fun!]

[No, no, pick Lin Yuan! His xx has barbs, way more satisfying!]

[You're all wrong. Pick Cheng Zihuai! He's got all kinds of tricks and loves locking people up. Now that's exciting!]

Xie Mingshu has no idea what's going on, but his fingers begin to tremble disgracefully. The hand that should have pointed at one of these men wavers and turns toward a boy in the corner who looks ragged and emaciated.

His reason is that the boy seems the safest choice.

[This guy looks so ordinary. He doesn't even have barbs. What's the point?]

[He's so skinny. Can he really go eighty-eight times in one night?]

[Definitely not! Forget eighty-eight times in one night. He'd probably be exhausted after just once.]

Looking at the boy's bewildered expression, he is so startled that he hands over the token in his hand and says as calmly as he can, “From today onward, you are my disciple, Xie Mingshu's disciple.”

Many years later, he bitterly regrets his choice. His disciples are all little wolves!

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Su Linhuai has been plagued by misfortune since childhood and suffered a tragic past. A fortune-teller said he was destined for a short life and would not live to see eighteen.

He is cold-hearted by nature. He would fight dogs for food, and everyone tramples him underfoot, mocking his lowly status and breaking his bones one by one, hoping to hear him beg for mercy.

Then one day, he meets someone. That person is surrounded by an aura of immortality, lofty and out of reach, yet willing to extend a clean hand toward him, filthy as he is. A cool voice sounds by his ear:

“From today onward, you are my disciple, Xie Mingshu's disciple.”

He is covered in filth, mired in the mud, and should be accustomed to the dark. If he had never seen the sun, he would have been willing to lay his burning, sincere heart before the other man and let him trample it, if only he would notice him.

[Unhinged, submissive disciple gong x outwardly aloof, inwardly conflicted immortal lord shou]

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Theme: Love can transform everything.