After Accidentally Marking My Grandmaster

1. Ning Chuyu transmigrated into a strange fanfiction novel she had once seen at Professor Zhou Li’s home. She hadn’t read it very carefully at the time. All she remembered was that Zhou Li had been a princess adored by everyone, until her entire family was massacred overnight. Consumed by a desire for revenge, she changed her name to Zhuo Chen and joined the Cold Sword Sect. Cultivating the Ruthless Dao through the sword, she spent three hundred years rising from a foundationless nobody to the Deity Transformation realm. The entire cultivation world praised her as a genius. The original owner of Ning Chuyu’s body had been an ordinary outer disciple of the Cold Sword Sect. She was supposed to respectfully address Zhuo Chen as “Grandmaster” whenever they met. On the night she transmigrated, Ning Chuyu fell from a cliff, gravely injured, into a frozen river in a forbidden zone. Her blood spread across the water. In a daze, she saw a woman emerge through the ice, beautiful as an immortal, aloof and ethereal, with a face exactly like Zhou Li’s in her memories. After that, for some inexplicable reason, they both lost control and spent a wild night together. When Ning Chuyu woke again and remembered what she had done, daring to defy her superior, she thought she was doomed. But Zhuo Chen did not hold it against her. Instead, she treated her wounds, took her as her only personal disciple, taught her how to protect herself, and cared for her devotedly. Though she was no longer the familiar Zhou Li, Zhuo Chen still made Ning Chuyu feel warm in this strange world. Just as Ning Chuyu was beginning to fall for her, a sword plunged into her abdomen and made her understand the truth. It turned out that her true form was the legendary divine solar beast, the Golden Crow. At their very first meeting, Ning Chuyu had marked Zhuo Chen with her blood. Zhuo Chen had spared her because she feared the backlash of being a divine servant, and had taught her so carefully only to help her form a Golden Core as soon as possible. Ancient texts recorded that “when the Golden Core shatters, the divine pact ends.” Looking at the woman standing with her sword in hand, her fingertips trembling faintly, Ning Chuyu gave a bitter smile. “You could have just told me.” Ning Chuyu died by Zhuo Chen’s sword, turning into golden specks of light that scattered into the air. Zhuo Chen stared fixedly at the light fading from her palm. Her eyes, dry for a hundred years, suddenly filled with tears. As if bereft of her soul, she murmured, “No, the ancient texts clearly say this wouldn’t kill you. It can’t be true.” 2. Ning Chuyu really hadn’t died. When she opened her eyes again, she was among the secluded Feather Clan. Qingluan stood by her bed, anxiously asking how she felt. Bai Ze counted on his fingers and gently said that His Highness had suffered greatly during this tribulation. Dapeng carefully manifested his wings nearby and fanned her. Zhuque offered her a beautiful tail feather but refused to meet her eyes, muttering, “You’ve always wanted one.” Looking at the birds with their many different expressions filling the room, Ning Chuyu’s mood inexplicably lifted. She smiled and reassured them, “I’m fine.” Then Fenghuang walked in from outside, her eyes warm with relief. “It seems you found your own path during this tribulation. Everything in the world has feelings. To understand the path of emotion, one must experience it firsthand and feel it deeply.” So Ning Chuyu and the still-childlike Zhuque traveled to the mortal world together, experiencing joy, compassion, sorrow, and all kinds of emotions. Yet they could not find anyone to hate. At that moment, Zhuo Chen found them while they were out shopping and admiring the lanterns, relying on the faint divine pact she had forcibly kept alive. Her eyes, bloodshot from countless sleepless nights, were filled with obsession and jealousy so intense they seemed almost tangible. All those desires turned to tears the instant she entered Ning Chuyu’s sight. Zhuo Chen caught the hem of Ning Chuyu’s clothes, her tone and posture astonishingly humble. “Chuchu, I was wrong. Mark me again, please. I’m begging you.” The divine pact she had once regarded as a shackle was now almost entirely gone. Zhuo Chen was terrified, because it meant she would never be able to find Ning Chuyu again. After cultivating the path of emotion, Ning Chuyu could see the sea of feelings within other people. Most were multicolored, but the whole sea Zhuo Chen revealed through her spell was pink, overflowing with affection for her. The blank space marked “resentment” was now occupied. Ning Chuyu shielded Zhuque and took a step back, tilting her head as she deliberately asked, “Why? Are you going to kill me again?” Guide: 1. Cheerful, innocent, younger partner who grows over time x gloomy, reclusive, suspicious, extremely possessive, and pitifully deranged partner; 2. A groveling pursuit and a dramatic reconciliation, with plenty of jealousy and love-triangle drama. Do not read if that’s not your thing; 3. Both are devoted to each other, one-on-one romance. Technically, it counts as a split personality: Zhou Li and Zhuo Chen are the same person; 4. Contains non-consensual sex for the sake of using the other person. Do not read if that’s not your thing; 5. In this story, the Golden Crow is a two-legged divine bird, and the divine pact is equivalent to a mark. Theme: Trust is to love what water is to fish