After My Master Ascended

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An emotionless sword cultivator of the Dao of Ruthlessness emerged from Yunxian Mountain. He wore a pair of swords at his waist, possessed extraordinary strength, and had a beauty beyond compare. As he walked, the golden bells on his wrists rang like falling rain.

Every cultivator who sought his guidance remembered that ancient, unadorned sword strike, and the sound of the bells that followed it, a joy so intense it lingered in their hearts.

A delicate chime, ever present, haunting them.

The swordsman remained unmoved by those who offered him their devotion. He only thought of his three masters.

The master of the Hehuan Dao saw him as a substitute for an old lover.

The master of the Passionate Dao treated him as a stepping stone to ascension.

The master of the Asura Dao gazed at him and remembered a departed friend.

Who was he? To them, he would be the dream they longed for, forever out of reach.

The swordsman traveled between the Three Realms using an artifact, inventing different identities for himself. Sometimes he was a sickly, stern master; sometimes a lofty grandmaster; sometimes a holy son who had severed all ties to love. Every identity sent people into a haze of pleasure and oblivion.

But the swordsman found it all tedious.

Standing beneath the begonias in the misty rain, he told that person a bleak story.

"When I was young, I once fell in love with someone."

It was a pure, joyful affection. I cherished them in my hands like moonlight. I longed for their attention and hoped for their embrace. Even a tender touch on the crown of my head would fill me with joy.

"But the person I loved didn't love me. Not only did they not love me, they went and fell for someone else."

Only then did I realize that my moonlight had never shone on me alone. So from that day on, I would become my own moon, and never look up to anyone else again.

1. Older master gong. From beginning to end, it's Feng Buwan × Zhao Shiliu. Gentle, tea-sipping immortal master gong × beautiful, mute disciple shou with a rebellious streak.

2. The starting-point master is Li Congkong; the Jinjiang master is Feng Buwan; the Haitang master is Hua Yulou.

3. The shou is mute and cannot speak. The gong only gets better after ascending to immortality. A story of personal growth and romance. This blurb reflects the middle and later parts of the story.

Theme: With the nature of a pebble, build a mountain stretching ten thousand miles. Take small steps to travel a thousand miles.