My Black Lotus Master Is Frail and Untouchable

[Older student and younger teacher, devoted to one another, happy ending. The Demon Lord is the master. He becomes powerful for love and helps his beloved attain the Dao.]

Su Chen transmigrates into a side character who tops in a certain book that throws every fetish into the mix.

The System tells him that one of his tasks is to keep his beautiful, strong, and tragic master from falling off his pedestal and becoming a helpless bottom anyone can bully. Once he completes the task, he'll be reborn and receive generous rewards.

Su Chen: Charge right in!

Facing all kinds of potential dangers:

The System: To protect your master, Host, you must weather the storm.

He shields his master, a beauty whose cultivation has been completely lost. "Come on! Let the storm rage even harder!"

Facing the furious male lead, the Demon Lord:

The System: A qualified Host needs to learn to throw himself into the line of fire.

He supports his frail, unsteady master. "You bastard male lead, come at me!"

Facing the mistreatment of his beautiful, strong, and tragic master:

The System: Host, don't forget our mission.

A glint of cold steel flashes first as he points his spear at the Demon Lord. "You dare profane my master? Have you even asked my spear for permission?"

And so the Demon Lord captures him.

Su Chen: QAQ, the System has led me astray!

Candlelight fills the Demon Lord's sleeping chamber. Beneath the hazy curtains, silver chains bind Su Chen's ankles and red silk covers his hands. Outside, drums and gongs blare as the Demon Lord approaches step by step.

Su Chen closes his eyes, but for a long while, nothing happens.

"Don't be afraid, little wolf."

The tender voice, soft as an autumn breeze, breaks the long silence.

Su Chen opens his eyes. Corpses of demons lie scattered everywhere, and the Demon Lord has been utterly defeated. Only his master remains, dressed in spotless white, as pure as snow and untouched by dust. His bearing is elegant and his expression cool. He steps over the wreckage and gathers Su Chen into his arms.

"Don't be afraid. Your master is here."

Su Chen: "..."

Frailty? Easy to bully? Huh? Is it too late to download a scam-prevention app?

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Chu Muchi (Yan Wushuang) is a certain Zongshi Immortal Venerable, bound by the plot. He thought his life would end in a miserable way, but then he met a boy who pulled him back to the human world time and time again.

The boy learns that his mission has failed and that he can never go home. He takes his own life with a sword, hoping to leave Chu Muchi a chance to live.

What a foolish child.

With his own power, Chu Muchi turns the world upside down and travels back in time. He spends a long time making plans and laying the groundwork, until a spear pierces his body. Even then, his master looks at his disciple with a smile. In a daze, he recalls the innocent words his young disciple spoke during those first few years of having a master.

"What does a master do?"

A master...

If you are someone's master, you must lead by example and protect what your disciple holds dear.

[Reading Guide]

1. The Demon Lord is the master, playing two roles in one, and helps his beloved attain the Dao.

2. The master is older by ten thousand years (??? Did anyone ask you?)

Here's another older-master-and-younger-disciple story about hatred and love: What's Wrong with Hating My Master?! Please add it to your favorites, mwah~

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Ten years ago, the disciple was framed by someone and barely escaped with his life. Even as he lay near death with a broken body, he kept thinking of his master and hurried back to the sect just to let him know he was safe.

On that night of torrential rain, separated by a single door, the disciple accidentally heard his master speaking with someone else. His master was as cold as ice as he confirmed that he was behind the frame-up: "That wicked disciple was always unruly. He deserved to die."

The disciple gave a self-mocking laugh and turned to walk out into the pouring rain.

They reunite ten years later.

The disciple has mastered peerless techniques and returns to settle old scores one by one. As he calmly wipes his hands among the bodies scattered across the ground, he runs into his master, who's been in seclusion for years.

The man is as cool as ever, dressed in snow-white robes, aloof and lofty as if he stands among the clouds. Even a speck of dust on his pristine white boots would seem like a stain.

Hidden in the shadows, he puts away the hidden weapon in his hand. How should he settle the score with this man?

Rather than taking his life, it seems more interesting to pull this lofty, pristine flower down from his pedestal and drag him with me into the mortal world's web of desires, where we'll both sink into filth and struggle between worldly lust and our respective roles.

The disciple puts on a secret identity and returns to the sect.

Master, your wicked disciple is coming back to repay you.

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In a dark, secluded cave, the master is locked in delicate shackles.

The disciple drops his disguise, smiling with irresistible charm. He reaches out, grips the master's chin, and forces an aphrodisiac pill into his mouth.

The dagger in his hand becomes as supple as a finger, wantonly caressing the master's brows, cheeks, and lips before finally stopping at his most vulnerable and fatal spot, his throat.

The disciple's expression softens, a hint of innocence in his eyes. Half complaining, half teasing, he says: "I've missed you all these years, Master. I've often been unable to enjoy my food or sleep at night. I wonder if you've missed me?"

Theme: Do good deeds, and don't worry about the future.