Why Hasn't My Disciple Taken the Bait Yet?

[A seemingly aloof master who is actually a flirtatious schemer x a well-behaved, innocent disciple who is unruly and not to be crossed by outsiders]

Jun Ying Immortal Venerable, famed as an aloof beauty, held a teaching tournament on a whim and invited disciples from every realm to take part.

Thanks to Jun Ying Immortal Venerable's reputation, the applications poured in. They had assumed that since the tournament was held in the Immortal Realm, the screening would be open, fair, and equal for everyone. But...

A group of bedraggled contestants staggered into the rest area, so exhausted they could barely lift their hands. Then they saw a purple-robed youth approaching, relaxed as he cradled a calico cat. His eyes were like peach blossoms, brimming with the promise of spring, and he was so beautiful he looked like a spirit who had wandered into this place by mistake.

The disciples were envious. They were all contestants, so how come he was immaculate, without a speck of dust on him?

Those who knew the truth could only sigh at how blatantly the Immortal Venerable played favorites.

After the tournament ended, Man Guliu finally got to keep the youth by his side as his disciple. He was all prepared to grow closer to him, trying every excuse and every trick to get near the boy. All he got in return was his little disciple's wholehearted trust: "Master really is kind and good-hearted."

Man Guliu: "..."

So that's how it is. He's been filed under "good person."

Meeting the youth's clear, innocent gaze, so pure and guileless, yet somehow alluring thanks to those long, narrow, peach-blossom eyes, Man Guliu swallowed, his eyes darkening.

Little one,

I hope you still think your master is kindhearted in the future.

Reading Guide: 1. No cultivation, leveling up, or fighting monsters. Pure, fluffy sweetness.

2. Man Guliu has the final say on any implausible or illogical details in this story (though he may not explain them).

3. The recipient's original form is a little white tiger. He'll reveal his true form later.

Coming Soon: The Tyrant Lost His Memory and Took Me for His Husband

[A sharp-tongued, shamelessly flirtatious, pretty-face-loving top who lies through his teeth and has a strong offense but weak defense x a cold, stuttering, naturally wicked, battle-hardened tyrant bottom]

Wan Changfeng brought the unconscious Wen Zhaoying home.

He hadn't woken for seven days. If not for his breathing, Wan Changfeng would have thought he'd rescued a corpse.

On the eighth day, Wen Zhaoying finally woke up.

He opened his eyes and saw Wan Changfeng. A trace of confusion appeared in his gaze. After some thought, he clenched his fists and called out to him with a trembling voice, "H-husband."

Wan Changfeng: "Huh?"

(See the author's page for the full blurb.)

Theme: Persistence leads to victory