Master, Your Secret Identity Is Showing!

[New Novel: Ancient Danmei, After Raising My Paranoid Disciple Astray, I Faked My Death and Ran] Please add it to your collection~

☆ Never fall for a friend who wears a secret identity too easily. He might be your master!

☆ Never fall for your own little disciple too easily. It really can get you killed!

A chatty, mischievous little fox with endless schemes x a cool, sharp-tongued, devoted beauty of a master

[Ji Zhaoxing, Wild Version]:

In his previous life, Ji Zhaoxing was the fox tribe's demon lord and the Xuanmen's public enemy. His life was tumultuous, full of bloodshed and violence, until his own senior brother finally ambushed him and took him out...

When he opened his eyes, he had returned to ten years earlier.

Once again, he was the beloved junior brother of the Penglai Sect, doted on by his senior brothers and surrounded by a horde of friends.

Except for his master... His master was so fierce. Ji Zhaoxing was trembling in fear...

Still, living at Penglai was wonderful: eat, sleep, sneak out past curfew. Could life get any better?

So, ignoring his master's objections, Ji Zhaoxing resolutely...

Ran away from home.

What a joke. He had no intention of staying at Penglai only to become the Xuanmen's public enemy all over again in a few years.

On the road, Ji Zhaoxing made a masked friend who called himself Sizhao.

Ji Zhaoxing: "Hah, he misses me!"

Sizhao's cultivation was unfathomably deep. He repeatedly took blows for Ji Zhaoxing, and they seemed to share a single mind. More importantly, from what Ji Zhaoxing could tell, Sizhao was definitely a great beauty...

Sure, he was a man, but who could help falling for him?

Ji Zhaoxing bit his little handkerchief. "Why did being reborn turn me gay again, damn it!"

Then the big boss shattered Sizhao's mask with a single blow.

Behind the mask, Ji Zhaoxing saw his own master's face...

[Shen Hanting, Poetic Version]:

Shen Hanting, the Zhangyue Perfected Lord who stood unrivaled in the Xuanmen, had a secret.

He was in love with his own little disciple.

But he was his master. He dared not think it, and could not say it.

All he could do was teach and guide him, and die for him.

Then, step by step, he knelt and bowed, begging for the chance to begin again for his sake.

High above the nine heavens, even the solitary, cold moon would linger for the most brilliant scarlet maple tree in the mortal world.

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Here is the blurb for my upcoming novel, Becoming the Paranoid Prince's Personal Eunuch:

A sweet-on-the-outside, dark-on-the-inside, then sweet again, paranoid and crazy gong x a seemingly gentle but inwardly shrieking eunuch shou

This novel features [younger gong] [faked death] [confinement] and many more elements.

Xiazhou had been able to receive prophetic dreams since childhood.

Eight years after entering the palace as a eunuch, he dreamed that he was trapped in a dark dungeon, his hands raised high and bound by icy chains. A man in a python robe gripped his chin, forcing him to look up, while he was utterly powerless to resist.

He met a handsome face, brimming with sinister charm.

Ghostly flames seemed to burn in the man's eyes as he laughed viciously. "Sir, if you'd treated me a little better back then, would either of us have ended up in this predicament?"

The next day, Xiazhou was assigned to the Eighth Prince, who looked a little younger than the man in his dream, and became his personal attendant.

Xiazhou was so frightened he nearly dropped to his knees on the spot. He secretly swore to be twice as attentive to the Eighth Prince and save his own skin.

Soon, Xiazhou discovered that the Eighth Prince was a total lunatic!

At school, he was courteous and refined with his royal brothers, a knife hidden behind his smile.

With the Emperor, he was full of affection and filial devotion.

But the moment the palace doors shut, the prince's expression turned gloomy and inscrutable, and he refused to let anyone attend to him.

For the sake of his own life, Xiazhou steeled himself and went over to him...

Years later.

Xiazhou was busy working when the Eighth Prince pouted beside him. "Sir, you never come keep me company while I practice calligraphy!"

Xiazhou: "All right, all right. I'll keep you company."

At bedtime, the Eighth Prince said, "Everyone out. I only want Sir to stay with me. Sir, you promised to tell me a bedtime story."

Xiazhou: "All right, all right. I'll tell you one."

The Eighth Prince: "You're too far away. I can't hear you clearly. Why not lie down here and sleep with me?"

"..." Xiazhou: "I wouldn't dare, Your Highness..."

As the Eighth Prince held him in his arms and he drifted off, Xiazhou vaguely felt that he had raised the prince astray. Still, he could take comfort in the fact that he had managed to keep his life.

That night, he received another prophetic dream...

Inside a gauze bedcurtain, his hands were bound, red cords winding around his body. Little golden bells hung from the knots, jingling nonstop with the slightest movement.

The young prince he had raised from childhood wore full battle armor, the cold guards on his gauntlets digging into Xiazhou's bare wrists. And the Eighth Prince once again gripped his chin, breathing unsteadily, brows drawn and eyes closed, as he leaned down...

Xiazhou sat up with a blank expression and faked his death before fleeing in the dead of night.

Reading Guide:

1. One-on-one, shou-centered, happy ending. One-sided love -> mutual pining -> choosing each other. They only fall for each other, and no one else is in love with either of them.

2. A low-magic world, not an advancement-focused story. Mainly a tale of everyone teaming up to head out, have fun, fight monsters, go on adventures, and fall in love.

3. If you like plot, little cuties, I recommend reading the sections in order. If you're here for the romance, you can skip ahead to the third section, the Immortal Sect martial trials. Kisses!

4. Trust me, this really isn't an angst novel! You'll see its cheerful nature by chapter two!

Theme: Scheming is not my aim. I only wish to protect the rivers and seas.