After Breaking His Heartless Dao

Ting Zhaoxue, who grew up on an immortal mountain, was the youngest and most doted-on disciple in his sect.

Ting Zhaoxue loved his master dearly. His master had cared for him and cherished him ever since he was born.

Though his master was always dressed in immaculate white, an otherworldly immortal untouched by the mundane, he would look at Ting Zhaoxue with indulgent affection and say, "Xiaoxue, come here and let me take a look at you."

"Mm, you've grown taller."

"Xiaoxue is even more handsome now."

"What would you like to eat? I'll bring you some."

"You're the one I love most."

So naturally, he fell in love with his master! And his master said he loved him too.

So later, when he heard his master say, "Do not overstep your bounds," he didn't understand. He looked up at him pleadingly and asked, "Master, don't you love me?"

Qing Xianzhi still wore his usual gentle expression, but his tone was unusually cold. "Sixteen, what did I do to make you misunderstand?"

He was the sixteenth disciple Qing Xianzhi had taken in. He'd heard that if Ting Zhaoxue hadn't been born on a snowy day and abandoned, Immortal Lord Qingyue would never have taken a sixteenth disciple.

He had never asked Immortal Lord Qingyue what path he cultivated. It turned out to be the Unfeeling Dao.

Little Sixteen was nothing more than a stepping-stone on his path to cultivation.

Ting Zhaoxue understood. He kowtowed three times and bowed nine times to repay Qing Xianzhi for raising him, then left the sect and vanished without a trace.

Later, Qing Xianzhi still wore white, but he was no longer as gentle as before. "Xiaoxue, I was wrong... Come back with me."

Ting Zhaoxue smiled serenely. "Immortal Lord Qingyue, I have already begun cultivating the Unfeeling Dao. Please stop pursuing me." Yet later, someone appeared by his side. Without the slightest hesitation, he introduced them to Qing Xianzhi: "This is my cultivation partner."

The radiant, noble Immortal Lord Qingyue, as untouchable as an exiled immortal, finally fell from the clouds into the dust that day.

He went mad.

Only after Ting Zhaoxue completed his cultivation and ascended to godhood did he learn that he was the immortal lord, a deity from the heavens.

Qing Xianzhi had merely been a stepping-stone on his path of cultivation in the mortal realm.

*Master tops × disciple bottoms

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