After the Frail Master Took In a Possessive Disciple

[Blurb]

In every face-slapping power-up male-lead story, there's a supporting character like this: they save the male lead from danger, give him rare treasures, then quietly leave after hiding all credit for their good deeds.

Jiang Wanjuan was assigned just such a role by the System.

But his identity was a little dangerous: he was the male lead's master, and a sickly one at that.

He looked at the male lead, abandoned by his parents because he was blind, sighed, and carried him back to his cave abode.

After taking in the male lead, Jiang Wanjuan suddenly realized the benefits of having a little disciple.

His disciple was obedient and well-behaved. Though he didn't like people getting close to him because he lacked a sense of security, at least...

He listened!

When Jiang Wanjuan coughed a few times while reading, Wu Ming immediately brought him tea.

When Jiang Wanjuan watched the snow and the wind blew, Wu Ming immediately wrapped him in a thick cloak.

Even when Jiang Wanjuan taught him swordplay, after only a few swings, he was promptly sent to sit down and give instructions verbally instead.

Being a master was just too easy.

Since that was the case, once I finish the plot, I can hand all my inheritance to Wu Ming and fake my death in peace.

Jiang Wanjuan lay comfortably in bed.

What he didn't know was that, in a corner where he couldn't see, his seemingly well-behaved disciple gazed at him with such obsession.

And in the dead of night, he would quietly sneak into his master's room, just to place a reverent kiss on his fingertips.

After decades of repression, Wu Ming regained his sight, only to hear the news that his master had died.

Looking at the soul lamp he'd secretly made, its light still shining bright,

Wu Ming sneered. After turning the cultivation world upside down, he finally found his master in a small town in the mortal realm.

Watching Jiang Wanjuan eat one candied haw after another at a roadside stall, Wu Ming silently landed behind him. One hand, with its sharply defined knuckles, wrapped around his waist, while the other rested on the back of his neck and gently stroked it.

"Master, you certainly made your disciple look hard to find you."

Reading Guide:

1. The love interest is a sickly master. The pursuer is blind at first, but recovers later.

2. If it's not to your taste, there's no need to tell me. Please go find another novel you like.

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