Can the Leveling-Up Protagonist Have an Immortal Love Interest?

One not-so-well-known piece of twisted logic goes like this: in a power-leveling story, either the protagonist has to suffer enough, or the people around them do. That gives the protagonist ample reason to level up, then exact face-slapping revenge afterward. Revenge for a murdered father, mother, wife, teacher, or friend: nothing new there. After Qiu Yi dealt with his enemy, he looked at his own cultivation level, which was still only at Qi Refining, then at the cultivation system, with its eleven full major realms: ... He had a bad feeling the people around him were in danger. On the road to leveling up, Qiu Yi opened his list of personal relationships. Every crookedly written page bore the name Yu Guan. Benefactor, guardian, master, and like-minded companion who understood and cherished him. Unable to sleep, he studied it closely for half the night. Only then did the words emerge from between the lines. The entire book said four words: His master is doomed! Qiu Yi: Can the master survive in a power-leveling story? I feel like I’m already enough of a chosen-one protagonist. He worked harder and harder, steadily advancing in cultivation. His master was dependable too, even with n layers of debuffs stacked on him. He looked utterly unshakable. But before Qiu Yi could reach the summit, that reliable powerhouse suddenly died with a bang. Qiu Yi: “...” Standing at the crossroads of fate, he tore apart this frustrating power-leveling script, in which the one person who absolutely shouldn’t die had died. He wanted it all: cultivation and love! The Fallen Immortal perished, the sacred lands returned, and a great calamity gathered like a storm. A new generation of prodigies stepped onto the stage, while the once-suppressed talents rose to become powerful figures in their own right. All kinds of new deeds spread far and wide. Only the Fallen Immortal’s disciple, who had once dominated his generation with no equal, was nowhere to be seen. When the subject came up, someone said, “Figures. That useless wretch couldn’t get by without his master propping him up! Who knows where he died.” Then, on a crisp autumn day beneath cloudless skies, Qiu Yi, silent for so long, entered the sacred land dressed in white and carrying a sword. The sky darkened, storms raged, and blood streamed down from the lofty halls among the clouds. Mournful bells rang throughout the three thousand worlds. The gates to the Immortal Realm opened for him, and endless black rain poured from the heavens. A storm of blood and slaughter, all caused by one man. The world was in an uproar. * On the surface: a radiant, aloof master, a pristine flower on a mountain peak. Self-restraint is written on his heart. In truth: devious and mean-spirited. A master who is both teacher and friend, gong × a disciple who is a chosen-one protagonist to the outside world, clingy on the inside, and later a little widower, shou. Exclusive pairing, devoted in body and heart, each other’s first love, happy ending. No breaking them up or switching roles: they’re locked in for good, bound together for the long haul and always cuddling (less cuddling in volumes four and six). * Slow-burn power progression. The shou has maxed-out talent, resources, and luck, and after leveling up, he and the gong are evenly matched. The world is an extremely fictional, survival-of-the-fittest setting, but in my opinion this isn’t really a serious plot-driven story. Everything serves my personal tastes and the couple’s romance. * BL/GL/BG pairings appear in the background. I’ll do my best to patch up any setting or logic holes. * No switching or breaking up the pairing in dreams (for example, calling each other “husband” or “wife” individually). * Cultivation realms: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Out-of-Body, Spirit Division, Combination, Void Insight, Great Ascension, Tribulation Transcendence, Immortal Coming soon My Sick-in-the-Head Senior Brother and Me My senior brother has gone mad. That day, I watched him cut off our master’s head with my own eyes. A splash of blood, and then, rolling, rolling, that stunned face came to a stop right in front of me, staring straight at me. My hands and feet turned cold. My whole body went rigid. He smiled as he walked toward me, sword in hand. When I confessed to my senior brother, I told him, “You’re the best person in the world.” Later, when I learned just how foolishly I’d trusted him, I said, “Senior brother, please, just die already. You’d be better off dead.” Stop tormenting me. Reader’s Guide ① A mad senior brother, warm on the outside and cold within, who never leaves you alone, gong × a junior brother who loves and hates wholeheartedly, a puppy-like shou. Exclusive pairing, devoted in body and heart, each other’s first love, no breaking them up or switching roles, happy ending. ② My dream is to write a love steeped in bitter longing, where two people can’t let go of each other. (Praying hands) Theme: Strive and persevere; never give in when facing adversity.