After Falling into My Master's Arms

[Older Master and Younger Disciple] Chi Yan is a fox demon. The fox demon clan has always excelled at bewitching hearts and captivating all under heaven, but Chi Yan is an exception. He knows nothing about his clan's art of seduction and has no clue about dual cultivation. Just as his clan members, unable to bear it any longer, kicked him out the door, he happened to land in the arms of the passing Immortal Lord Yan Xing. Immortal Lord Yan Xing is as gentle as jade, elegant and otherworldly. Nestled in the other's arms, Chi Yan met those eyes filled with a tender smile. His snow-white, fluffy tail began to wag, and, as happy as an ordinary little fox, he followed the man away. The clan members: ...How embarrassing. - Everyone knew that Immortal Lord Yan Xing had brought home a fox and indulged and cherished it without restraint. Later, the little fox transformed in front of him. Tilting his head, he stammered out his first words to the immortal lord: "...M-Master?" Immortal Lord Yan Xing smiled, stroked his fluffy fox ears, and gently corrected him: "Good boy. Call me Shizun." - So Chi Yan followed the man to practice martial arts and calligraphy, and learned to paint. Gradually, everyone said he had inherited Immortal Lord Yan Xing's true teachings. But only Chi Yan knew that he kept dreaming of inexplicable scenes. In his dreams, they were not only master and disciple, but also embraced tightly and kissed passionately like lovers. To make himself forget these absurd, fleeting dreams, Chi Yan sought out all kinds of storybooks written by mortals. But the more he read, the more he found himself thinking of that man. One story said that the High God Changxing once had a snow fox whom he cherished dearly, and later defied all convention to take it as his cultivation partner... "What are you reading?" The man's voice was gentle, yet, just as in Chi Yan's dreams, he unusually embraced him from behind. His scorching breath brushed against Chi Yan's ear, carrying an almost imperceptible forcefulness and possessiveness. Only later did Chi Yan learn that through the turning of the seasons, through pain and pleasure... The man had written out his whole life for him long ago. Older master and younger disciple A muddleheaded, clingy fox demon (bottom) x a gentle, cunning immortal lord (top) Novel blurb above Completed: My Shizun Is Going Into Qi Deviation Again Today and My Disciple Is Flirtatious and Wild Again. Visit my author page for details. Currently serializing: I Find My Shizun Rather Ill. An intermittently unhinged maniac x a very stable big pervert. Next book, coming soon: One Thought of Gratitude or Grudge. A rebellious disciple (bottom) x a strict, domineering Shizun (top). Blurb for the upcoming book below [Older Master and Younger Disciple] Jiang Ruye admitted for the first time, just before his death, that he felt regret. Everyone knew that Fu Wen cultivated both medicine and swordsmanship, and that his medical skills were the best in the world. He passed them all on to his disciple, Jiang Ruye. Few, however, knew that Jiang Ruye had spent most of his life consumed by resentment toward this man. Only when he was dying, abandoned by everyone, did his nominal cultivation partner vanish, while the cultivators he had treated turned on him with drawn blades. The last thing he saw was his Shizun, who had long since withdrawn from worldly affairs, stepping in front of him. Hot blood splashed all over Jiang Ruye. Given another chance, he returned to the night the two of them had fallen out. When Jiang Ruye opened his eyes, his Shizun was furious, his voice cold as he ordered him to get out. In his previous life, Jiang Ruye had slammed the door and left. This time, after a long silence, he slowly dropped to his knees before his Shizun, yielding first in an argument for the first time. Only then did he discover that Fu Wen was not as cold and unyielding as he had imagined. But later, Jiang Ruye realized that even more troubling than Fu Wen's domineering insistence on having the final say and his relentless reprimands was the fact that he had fallen hopelessly in love with his strict, unsociable Shizun. Or perhaps it had begun earlier, at that absurd and joyless wedding feast in his previous life. Dressed in a brilliant red wedding robe, he was supposed to be spending his wedding night with someone else, yet he and his Shizun sat facing each other all night. It was one of the few peaceful moments between master and disciple, and it was also a feeling he had never noticed... A rebellious disciple (bottom) x a strict, domineering Shizun (top) Theme: I decide my own fate, not Heaven.