[Mischievous bottom who makes trouble at every turn x aloof, celibate top]
Ling Jiang's master, Yan Xu, the strongest cultivator in the immortal realm, has fallen.
Ling Jiang nearly went mad searching for him for three hundred years, and at last found his master as a young boy.
The boy remembered nothing. "Are you an immortal?"
Ling Jiang paused, then his eyes darted as he started spinning a tale. "Then how about becoming my disciple?"
His brand-new disciple was still as aloof as ever, but did whatever he was told, so obediently that Ling Jiang couldn't help feeling tempted. If he didn't tease him, he wouldn't be Ling Jiang.
Ling Jiang teased him with a perfectly straight face: "Good disciple, do you know what dual cultivation is? Let your master broaden your horizons!"
Ling Jiang crossed his legs. "Xiao Yan, go buy me something to eat. Not too salty, not too spicy, and not too sweet!"
Ling Jiang forced out a few tears. "My disciple! What am I supposed to do without you? I'm getting on in years, and there's no one to look after me!"
Yan Xu: ...
After constantly raising hell around his sweet, obedient disciple, Ling Jiang finally went too far and was pinned against the headboard by the furious young man.
Dressed in white as bright as snow, the boy's clear, moonlike face was flushed a deep red, and the tips of his ears were almost unbearably alluring. He was nothing like the cold, unworldly Immortal Venerable of old.
He practically ground out the words, at the end of his patience: "My dear disciple, have you been enjoying yourself lately?"
Ling Jiang froze for a second, then threw his arms around him and laughed until tears filled his eyes.
Heavens, thank you for granting me the chance to make up for failing to protect my master back then.
This time, I'll be the master, and you can be the disciple.
Mutual pining, a mountain of original settings, devoted to each other, happy ending.
The blurb may still change, but the premise won't.
Theme: Be a good person.
