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"Keep your distance. I cultivate the Unfeeling Dao."
Dongfang Mo is the only elder of the Lingxiao Sword Sect who cultivates the Unfeeling Dao.
That's right, the sword-cultivation program where "everyone is a hopeless romantic," the failure rate is sky-high, students keep switching between their main and alternate accounts, and no one ever graduates, no matter how many lifetimes they spend at it.
The good news: she doesn't seem to be a hopeless romantic.
So she should be able to coast through to graduation.
The bad news: her little disciple is the biggest hopeless romantic in the world.
Worse still, he's in love with her.
And even worse, the one who desires her is a complete pervert, even by hopeless-romantic standards!
The kind you'd worry would enjoy it if you slapped him as hard as you could!
Later, her Unfeeling Dao became impossible to cultivate, her situation grew even more dangerous, and she was subjected to even more torment by her little disciple...
Scene One:
Her little disciple used to be a ghost cultivator. After shaping a new body for himself, he invited her to inspect the adult face he'd sculpted.
Dongfang Mo held his chin and studied it carefully.
"That mole at the corner of your eye is nice."
Somehow, as she spoke, she reached out and touched it.
The person opposite her endured it with a smile. "Wouldn't it be better if you just kissed me, Master?"
What the hell??? What kind of outrageous thing is that?
Scene Two:
Dongfang Mo invited her little disciple to eat mortal-world oranges and cherries.
She peeled an orange, but the skin was thin and tight and the flesh too juicy. Sweet and sour juice splattered all over her palm.
Before she could react, he had already licked it clean.
Her sticky palm tingled like it had been electrified.
She spun around and gave him a sharp, resounding slap!
Scene Three:
In the middle of the night, Dongfang Mo was burning up and weak all over when she realized what was happening.
Furious, she snapped, "Get out."
The wrongly accused man pulled her into his damp, fragile embrace and stared without blinking at her flushed face.
"Master, do you really feel nothing at all?"
"Aaaah! I'm cultivating the Unfeeling Dao!!!"
Su Yang: You might as well just give them my ID number.
Dongfang Mo: Stop abusing the elderly!
This is a world overrun by demons.
With a sword in hand, Dongfang Mo fought her way through the bloodshed and into the dawn.
Notes:
1v1 romance | An aloof beauty brought down from her pedestal | Fake master and disciple |
Both identities revealed | A battle of suitors in a battlefield of romantic rivals | Tragic beauty and black-bellied schemer |
1. The male lead is the sword spirit Qing Xuan. He'll be mentioned in an early chapter, then take on the alias Su Yang. His proper appearance comes much later.
2. The story has five volumes: Qing Xuan Sword | Lotus Kingdom | Kunlun Mountain | Xiao Jun Township | Jasmine Valley |
3. Keeping the word count down. If there's a ranking list, I'll update according to it; otherwise, every other day. This little author hopes you'll add it to your collection.
Reason for entering the contest:
The female lead is an immortal from the Upper Immortal Realm, reincarnated to be born for the purpose of vanquishing demons. She was the youngest generation of sword-cultivator elders, revered by all and feared by demons.
But by chance, she fell into a deadly trap carefully prepared by the demons. They invaded her mind, leaving her unable to cultivate and turning her into a cripple. Everyone mistook her for a demon and despised her.
Then, with the opportunity presented by another demon-extermination conference, she rose again, exposed the demons' conspiracy, and fought back from the brink in a world overrun by demons. In the end, she completely exterminated the demons from beyond the heavens and restored peace to the world.
Theme: The Unfeeling Dao is also a Dao of feeling
