The Whole Immortal Sect Knows Their Master Cross-Dresses

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[Upcoming works in my collection: The Fishing-Type High God Is Being Played Again and Nightmare Puppeteer [Infinite]. Their blurbs are below. If you like them, please add them to your collection!]

1.

When Xuan Xingke transmigrated into an immortal sect, he discovered he was wearing women's clothes. Before long, a clean-cut, handsome young man was kneeling before him, saying he had feelings for him!

Seeing the elders' hints, Xuan Xingke understood. Going by the plays he'd seen, he was supposed to take the boy as his disciple.

So Xuan Xingke raised a hand gently. “Rise, my disciple.”

But when he saw the bewildered expressions on the young man and the elders, he suddenly felt he might have misunderstood.

Mo Yinshuo, young master of the Ghost Prison, was a rebellious youth who had infiltrated an immortal sect to study the righteous path! In hopes of obtaining a spiritual medicine that could reshape his meridians, he even publicly “confessed his feelings” to Xuan Xingke at the Heaven-Worshipping Ceremony.

The absurd part was that he called himself “my disciple!”

The elders understood. The Immortal Lord was taking his first disciple!

2.

Xuan Xingke resolved to be a kind and considerate master, so every day he examined himself on three points:

“Have I found scriptures for my disciple?”

“Have I helped my disciple in his cultivation?”

“Have I made my disciple's bed?”

But the gentler he became, the more mentally strained his young disciple seemed.

Mo Yinshuo was terrified. He thought Xuan Xingke was up to no good, so he constantly provoked his dignified, otherworldly master, hoping to get kicked out of the sect.

Mo Yinshuo: “Master, I washed your clothes.”

Xuan Xingke: “Good disciple, did you hurt your hands?”

Mo Yinshuo: “Master, I slept in your bed.”

Xuan Xingke: “Good boy, if you're cold, you can sleep with me.”

Mo Yinshuo was about to lose his mind. He fled back to the Ghost Prison in the middle of the night.

Xuan Xingke thought his young disciple had gone off to travel on his own, and happily changed back into men's clothes.

3.

Mo Yinshuo resumed practicing his demonic arts, but unfortunately, he made no further progress. He discovered that his master's smiling face seemed branded into his mind, as if it had taken root and could never be dug out.

Years later, Xuan Xingke saw his young disciple again, but the way the boy looked at him in men's clothes seemed a little too intense...

Xuan Xingke gently stroked Mo Yinshuo's head. “Good disciple, I've missed you.”

Mo Yinshuo clasped his hand, eyes full of tenderness and shadowed with emotion. “Master, I want... to spend my whole life with you.”

There wasn't much Mo Yinshuo cared about in life. He could give up the Ghost Prison and his position as its young master.

He wanted only one person to treat him sincerely.

Then he would marry that person and bring him home.

[Reading Guide]:

1. One-on-one romance, happy ending, lighthearted.

2. A master who is often bewildered, dignified, and gentle, but has terrible luck; a younger, rebellious, considerate, devoted disciple who eventually falls hard.

3. The master wears women's clothes early on.

Upcoming Work

Historical BL: The Fishing-Type High God Is Being Played Again, available in my collection.

Blurb:

1.

Among the celestial gods of the myriad heavens, Yun Yaomu, the High God of Xianyu in the Heavenly Realm, governs all living beings and presides over one of the Heavenly Realm's five halls. He is also the Imperial Lord's mentor.

The trouble is, every High God of Xianyu has been cursed. After a thousand years in office, they inevitably lose their minds and descend into becoming a ghostly demon.

When Yun Yaomu learned this, he immediately refused. He'd gone through untold hardships to pass the tribulation and ascend, and they thought they could get rid of him after only a thousand years?!

To properly experience the joys and sorrows of life before he died, Yun Yaomu took only one junior deity with him and wandered through the Three Realms.

But the junior deity was strange. He called him “Lord Yun” at every turn, clung to him and fussed over him every day, hid behind him saying he was afraid of ghosts, and even pleaded with tearful eyes for him not to leave.

What did a deity have to fear from ghosts?

Still, Yun Yaomu's heart softened. He patted the boy's head. “Don't be afraid. I won't leave.”

2.

Later, during the war between the Heavenly Realm and the demons, the junior deity disappeared. When the Demon Lord removed his mask, Yun Yaomu stared at that familiar face, his pupils contracting.

So that junior deity had been him all along?!

The Demon Lord of legend was brutal and ruthless, having killed people, gods, and demons alike. He alone had thrown the Three Realms into chaos.

Looking at Mu Shengyuan, who was grinning foolishly at him, Yun Yaomu felt his mind go blank.

How did this not match what he knew at all?

Mu Shengyuan grinned. “Lord Yun, you wouldn't let me get hurt, would you?”

Yun Yaomu steeled himself, sending the Heavenly soldiers back to the Heavenly Realm and even seriously injuring his beloved disciple. Standing between the two realms, he said calmly, “Stop fighting.”

The two realms were stunned. The Imperial Lord asked, bewildered, “Are you my master or his?”

3.

The High God of Xianyu was abducted to the Demon Realm. The gods and immortals lamented that they'd misjudged him. He wouldn't live much longer, and wouldn't even survive the thousand-year tribulation!

Yun Yaomu had thought of escaping, but...

The Demon Lord who had played him held him around the waist, eyes dark and unreadable, voice hoarse. “Lord Yun said you wouldn't leave again. You deceived me ten thousand years ago. Are you going to deceive me a second time?”

Theme: Face danger without fear and remain true to yourself.