When the Ruthless Sword Cultivator Gets a Heartthrob Script

[Recommending a New Novel: The National Preceptor Became the White Moonlight After Faking His Death]

[Blurb]

Ling Shuangming, an emotionless sword cultivator, accidentally failed his tribulation and somehow got bound to the "Transmigrate into a Book: I Am the Holy Mother White Lotus System."

System: "If you don't want to end up like the universally hated cannon-fodder original, with eighty-one soul nails driven into you, your soul scattered and your body left in pieces, then follow our script and be a qualified holy mother white lotus, raising the protagonist group’s favorability to the max!"

Ling Shuangming sneered. "Are you telling me what to do?"

With that, he kicked away the holy mother script and went alone to the snowy peak to carry on being the cold-hearted sword cultivator he was, waiting for the day he would be nailed with soul nails.

Everyone in the Yuqing Sect knew that Elder Ling, who could only refine pills, was a useless pretty face with a heart as venomous as a snake's.

And this man had actually taken in a demonic remnant who was half human and half demon as his disciple. A great demon leading a little demon, they were bound to cause trouble.

Some even predicted that master and disciple Ling Shuangming would inevitably be nailed to the Immortal-Slaying Pillar, their souls scattered and their bodies destroyed.

That was, until the seal on the forbidden grounds was broken. The venomous, useless man they had talked about stood alone before the formation and swept away the vicious beasts with one man and one sword.

Clear swordlight crisscrossed the sky, illuminating his peerlessly handsome face.

After that, cultivators often traveled thousands of miles to the Yuqing Sect, hoping just to catch a glimpse of the legendary, peerless swordsman. Even his enemies, who had once hated him to the core, came knocking to curry favor.

Alas, he was like the cold moon among the clouds, visible but impossible to reach.

Yet at that day's grand immortal gathering, the usually aloof man unexpectedly wore an almost reproachful expression toward a sinister young man. The entire cultivation world went mad, vowing to ferret out the lecher who dared dream of plucking the moon.

In Ling Shuangming's eyes, everyone in this book was as noisy as a fly.

"Junior Brother, you should take your medicine on time and rest quietly. Don't tire yourself out practicing the sword."

"Disciple, you should move into my cave abode to recuperate."

"Shuangming, the Demon Realm is where you belong."

There was only one exception.

Luo Xun: "Whatever it is, Master should do as he pleases. Don't let anyone tell Master what to do!"

But decades later, when the little dumpling had grown into a handsome, dashing new Demon Lord, Ling Shuangming realized just how spectacularly wrong he had been.

"Master, you want your disciple to commit an outrageous offense against you."

Ling Shuangming: ...

No, Master really doesn't.

Note:

1. An aloof, unfeeling, sickly-beautiful master who fights harder the more blood he coughs up VS a sinister-looking, obsessive disciple who's essentially a scheming, sweet little puppy

2. The master loves no one but his sword and his disciple

3. The author isn't very clever, so please don't scrutinize the logic!!! QAQ

[Blurb for The National Preceptor Became the White Moonlight After Faking His Death]

When Luo Zewei underwent his ascension tribulation, the Heavenly Dao issued him an edict: ten years later, a massive hole would open in the heavens. Only by helping the True Dragon ascend the throne and completing the Sky-Mending Plan could he ascend to immortality.

From then on, he served as the national preceptor of the Great Yong, conscientiously teaching the crown prince, Xie Jing, the reincarnation of the True Dragon, and pouring his heart and soul into the Sky-Mending Plan.

As an immortal honored throughout the Three Realms, Luo Zewei was always surrounded by admirers wherever he went. This time, however, he repeatedly hit a wall.

Not to mention that spiritual energy was scarce in the mortal realm. Even with cultivation at its peak, here he was nothing more than an ordinary mortal.

And the young crown prince he was supposed to support, Xie Jing, was nothing like a dragon. He was more like a vicious dog.

Xie Jing's daily routine consisted of studying and cultivation, along with plotting how to tear his imperial tutor to pieces.

After the emperor of Great Yong died and Xie Jing ascended the throne, the national preceptor, once The Outcast, became a treacherous minister despised by all.

The people said that Luo Zewei was the reincarnation of a fox spirit who had bewitched the late emperor and squandered the nation's wealth on construction projects, a femme fatale who brought ruin to the country.

It was at this time that Luo Zewei had a prophetic dream.

At the new emperor's Heaven-Worshipping Ceremony, the emperor he had raised with his own hands stabbed him to death with a sword.

Blood stained the Tianyan Terrace, and the sight jolted Luo Zewei awake.

On the day of the ceremony, National Preceptor Luo Zewei leaped from the towering platform.

He was done being the national preceptor.

He faked his death to get away from the imperial capital. While continuing the final work of the Sky-Mending Plan, he found that the new emperor was searching for him like a madman.

He spared no effort to scour mountains and rivers, capturing anyone with a similar appearance, all just to drag the national preceptor back and personally execute him on the spot.

The new emperor even went incognito and searched for him in person.

Watching the mercurial young emperor appear before him, Luo Zewei silently covered his face, which was disguised.

But just as the sky was about to be mended, Luo Zewei lost all his cultivation, and his disguise peeled away.

Xie Jing, who should have hated him to the core, suddenly turned red-eyed and pulled him into his arms.

Luo Zewei: ?

What happened to executing me on the spot?

Xie Jing's voice was hoarse, heavy with the fear of having found and nearly lost him again. "National Preceptor, you can mend the rift in the heavens. Could you also mend this crack in my heart?"

After you died, even our worst moments together became knives smeared with sweet wine, each one carving into my heart.

I was intoxicated by them, and they are engraved in my soul.

*

Xie Jing would never forget that day.

On the sacrificial altar, under the gaze of the assembled multitudes, the national preceptor's pure, sacred face was stained with blood. His slender fingers gripped the blade tightly as he gave Xie Jing a fleeting smile, like a night-blooming flower, beautiful enough to take his breath away.

He dropped his sword and lunged toward that wavering figure.

But his fingertips only brushed the soft, cloudlike hem of a robe. All he could do was watch Luo Zewei drift down like a feather.

In early spring, after the depths of winter, the new emperor held his national preceptor's cold remains in his arms amid the warm breeze brushing his face.

All around him, plants flourished, while the life had completely faded from his frozen eyes.

From then on, in the dark, sunless inner palace, beyond the walls on every side and beneath the open sky, there was no longer that radiant moon of frosty light.

Xie Jing gained the throne and ruled over a vast realm, but lost the snow-pure figure who had once stood before him.

He had lost his national preceptor.

[Content Warning: Pregnancy and Childbirth!]

1. A cool, violent, beautiful national preceptor x a wolf-puppy emperor

2. This is not a traditional court-politics novel. The story contains many xianxia elements. Please don't take the kindergarten-level palace intrigue seriously.

Theme: Treat others with sincerity, work with dedication, and be your truest self.