The Divine One's Puppy

A collection of interconnected stories about a puppy and a god saving each other

[Story 1: If There Is a Way] Complete

[Good and Evil Twin Heavenly Dao's Agent x Cold on the Outside, Soft-Hearted and Stubborn Puppy]

The foremost immortal had been trapped in a bitterly cold place for a hundred years. One day, sensing a foreign presence, he drew his sword as the wind and snow stirred. The next moment, snow fell from the pine beside him, rolling round and round until it reached the immortal's feet.

After hesitating for a moment, he gently nudged it with his sword. The snowball was forced to turn over, whimpering twice as it revealed a pink paw... Only then did the immortal realize it seemed to be a four-legged beast.

On the first day the immortal took the puppy home, his inner demon said, "You've guarded yourself for a hundred years. Did it rot your brain?"

On the second day, the inner demon said, "It's so tiny, not even enough to get stuck in my teeth."

On the nth day, the inner demon got a little peckish. "This is kind of interesting. Let me play with it."

The puppy swatted him to show its refusal, but the other one "forced" it to hold its paw up while he nuzzled it, leaving it belly-up. The irate immortal had to rescue it.

[Story 2: Born Evil] Complete

[Fake brothers, Emotionless Sword Immortal x Sickly Beautiful Demon Lord]

The Sword Immortal had no attachments and an effortless path of emotionlessness. He was on the verge of ascending when, for no apparent reason, he failed his tribulation.

Then a little yellowish-white mutt came to his door.

The puppy wagged its tail and acted cute, belly exposed and head tilted, with four big words written on it:

Big Brother, open up!

It was certainly a pleasant surprise, since the Sword Immortal really had lost a little brother when he was still a nobody.

But what the world didn't know was that this younger brother was a naturally wicked little menace with a few screws loose, a clever little rascal.

But he thought: It doesn't matter.

Whatever he is, I can keep him under control.

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Coming soon: "After Dying in My Emotionless Dao Master's Arms" (launching December 2026, please add it to your collection)

[Cold, Emotionless Dao Master x Naive, Loyal Puppy Disciple]

Jun Jize's life could be called perfect.

Before he was seven, he was a pampered prince. After seven, he became the youngest disciple of Wuwen Jun, the greatest immortal master in the world, entering the immortal sect and setting out on a path to greatness.

His only regret was that he liked men. The man he loved was his revered master.

Most unfortunate of all, it seemed his little feelings had been discovered.

From one day onward, he could no longer cling to the other's side, was no longer an exception, and no longer received special treatment. There were no more comforting pats, awkward praise, or private lessons.

The next day, the other man coolly announced that he was going into seclusion indefinitely.

Jun Jize had yet to receive his honorific title. The young boy anxiously let go of the other's sleeve. He had never disobeyed his master, adoring and obedient like a puppy.

He never imagined this would be their final farewell.

Before he died, alone and without help, he broke into his master's place of seclusion.

Curling up in the other's cold embrace like a fledgling returning to its nest, he clutched his master's sleeve and thought: God, why have you stopped looking after me?

...I was wrong. Please don't abandon me.

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An immortal enters seclusion, and a hundred years pass in a dream.

When Wuwen Jun woke, he vaguely saw a mass of white spiderwebs covering him. With mild confusion and detachment, he brushed them aside, wondering where his little disciple had gone to play this time, letting dust accumulate in his cave.

When he returned, he would have to teach and punish him properly.

His senses gradually returned. He stretched, and the white threads fell away from his chest, revealing a familiar face, as if the world had just been created.

It took this most perceptive and talented Immortal Venerable a long time to understand... The body in his arms had been dead for a long time, its fingers still clutching the corner of his sleeve.

It was his disciple.

Wuwen Jun asked softly, "Xiao Zhou?"

Jun Jize had been passed from place to place as a child. When he became his disciple, Wuwen Jun had given him a name: Qingzhou.

The cave was empty. No answer came.

He gazed at him for a long time, then gently cut off a piece of his own robe.

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One day, seventeen-year-old Ling Qingzhou woke to find the master who had neglected him for so long sitting beside his bed.

He said that something had gone wrong while Ling Qingzhou was practicing, and that he had been unconscious for several days, but was now out of danger.

Theme: A warm-hearted puppy can heal the human heart.