This Master Has a Serious Problem

[A shamelessly melodramatic novel, all feelings and no craft]

[Sick shizun x heroine who specializes in pretending to be sick]

After her sect goes under, Leng Yu has no choice but to join the neighboring sect and marry their beautiful shizun, who's on the verge of death, to bring him good fortune and form a spiritual bond with him.

They make it sound nice, but it's really just using her as a pawn.

Leng Yu decides to run away.

But when the sick beauty shizun hears he has to marry her, his headache and leg pain suddenly disappear. He grabs his sword, sweeps up all his life savings, and escapes over rooftops in the middle of the night. He hasn't been heard from since.

Leng Yu: ...Why can a sick person run faster than me?

As it turns out, he is brought back after throwing up blood on the road, and made to form a bond with her.

The shizun, dressed in frost-white robes and coughing weakly, stands alone in a pavilion, his sleeves filled with the breeze from the heavens. He looks like a god descended to the mortal world. Then he hands her a number ticket:

You're here to bring me good fortune, too? Get in line over there.

You all like me even though I'm sick. What a nuisance.

Leng Yu: Bringing you good fortune is great. When you die, your inheritance will all be mine.

Shizun: ...You don't even want my body? I don't believe you. Here's your chance. Come and have me.

Leng Yu: Shizun, wake up. You're sick. Some parts of you don't work.

Content warning: The story and the author are both a colossal mess. If you've been warned and still complain, that's your own fault. Don't blame the author!

Theme: Stay true to your convictions and bravely walk your own path.