[This is a xianxia sequel to The Sun Hangs High in the Sky]
Le Yao, the Goddess of Yao Mountain, recently took in a beautiful, obedient little disciple. When the weather turned cold, he would bring her extra clothes to keep her warm; when it got hot, he would fan her to cool her down. He was very good at pleasing her.
Le Yao was so well cared for that she taught him everything she knew, taking great pains to guide him. Her little disciple did not disappoint her, displaying exceptional comprehension.
Seeing her disciple's cultivation improve by the day, Le Yao knew it was time to step aside and let him descend the mountain to gain experience.
But that very night, after she sent out the order for him to leave, her gentle and obedient disciple suddenly changed his ways. With a fierce sword aura in hand, he charged straight at her...
Le Yao gave it everything she had, but he effortlessly broke through every move. They had fought for less than a quarter of an hour when Le Yao could no longer move and fell straight into her disciple's arms.
Seeing him touch her all over with an infatuated look, Le Yao was so furious that she felt her blood surge. She shouted, "Wretched disciple!"
At her words, his expression stiffened and his eyes instantly turned bloodred. He looked like a pitiful puppy as he began to sob softly.
He carefully buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice hoarse and plaintive. "Master, please don't send me away, all right? I promise I'll be obedient from now on..."
"..."
I thought of you as my disciple, but you want to sleep with me?
She runs, he chases, and she has no chance of escape~
Ever since Lord Lin Yuan returned from his tribulation, he seemed like a different person.
The paragon of the immortal realm, refined and otherworldly, had become eccentric and wicked, impossible to read.
One day, Lin Yuan was suppressing a vicious beast in a desolate land when he watched a vision stone show a man and a woman chatting and laughing together. In an instant, the clouds over the mountains churned with rage. He swept his sleeve and smashed the stone to the ground.
He showed no mercy. Lan Cang left its sheath, and he drove his sword into the vicious beast's heart.
The thousand-year-old beast crumbled into dust in an instant and scattered on the wind.
To eliminate any future trouble, he concealed every trace of his baleful aura, took up his sword, and headed for Yao Mountain.
This time,
I'll be the one to come to you,
crossing layered mountains and hills, crossing the fading lights.
The sun, moon, mountains, and rivers will all be my betrothal gifts.
[Reading Guide]
One-to-one, happy ending. The male lead is sweet on the outside and scheming underneath, with excellent acting skills.
The female lead's memories of her tribulation are sealed.
Theme: Amid the three thousand worlds of mortal life, I have three loves.
