Her master taught her that she had to restrain her nature and desires to comprehend the Heavenly Dao and master herself.
She was a good disciple, but her master was always cold to her.
A young she-wolf came running from the other side of the mountain. She stammered that she wanted to cultivate the immortal path, then howled that she wanted to mate.
Her master called her an animal through and through, then beat her until her head was covered in bumps and she went running all over the mountain.
Sigh. She would rather her master hit and scold her than speak coldly and tell her to restrain herself and cultivate some so-called Heavenly Dao.
Two people using each other, a master and disciple each with their own agenda, and a fake bond that grows more complicated by the day.
If I cultivate the immortal path, I can't hold you close. If I give it up, I can have you right away!
Hahaha! Who wants to be some upright gentleman and cultivate immortality anyway!
Master! I'm done being human!
Theme: Trying to write a cultivation story with a lighthearted style
