Female teacher, male disciple / The heroine is probably a little crazy (?) / Gentle hero
Synopsis
Zhenren Ningxi of Tianyan Sect is one of the few female cultivators in the cultivation world with both exceptional cultivation and peerless beauty.
Alas, she cares nothing for worldly affairs and has turned her back on mortal desires, devoting herself to cultivation.
A crowd of cultivators can only sigh: the flower falls, but the water flows on in vain.
But after a century in seclusion, Zhenren Ningxi made an unprecedented exception and took a disciple: a young man notorious for murdering his father.
The moment Ningxi first saw Hezhou, the jade pendant she'd worn for over a hundred years suddenly shattered.
An ill omen.
Hezhou was her tribulation.
She slowly descended from her lofty seat. Dawn light lay beneath her feet as she approached the battered Hezhou.
She bestowed on him a treasured spiritual artifact and announced to the cultivation world that she would take him as her disciple.
But later, Hezhou was hunted down by the immortal sects for harming his fellow disciples and murdering his master.
When he was battered, riddled with wounds, and barely alive, he heard his master's puzzled voice:
"Why? Why won't you become a demon?"
Hezhou looked up. His master was still dressed in the immaculate white robes he'd seen the first time, as pure as the first snow of winter.
Ignoring the bloodlust that surrounded her, he leaned on his sword and walked step by step toward Ningxi.
He took her hand and bent down, resting his head on her shoulder.
He said, "Ningxi, let's go home."
Ningxi was no cultivator. She had become an immortal ten thousand years ago.
Nor had she ever devoted herself to cultivation. Driven by obsession, she had abandoned the celestial realm and become a murderous fallen immortal.
Hezhou asked her, "Master, why did you descend to the mortal realm?"
A crimson fallen-immortal mark appeared on Ningxi's forehead. Bewitching and breathtaking, she replied, "For you."
Theme: Heal with love and find your way out of the darkness