The Beauty I Coveted Became My Master

* Jiang Xiwu, young master of the Yinsang Clan, has spent sixteen years being a complete rascal. She drinks, fights, listens to music, and frequents brothels. Her moods are unpredictable, her temper changes in an instant, and everyone in the cultivation world steers clear of her. One time, while drinking and listening to music on a boat with her friends, she spots her family's ship. She asks about it and learns that the person aboard is a pretty boy hoping to win her mother's favor by pleasing her. - Jiang Xiwu laughs. Her mother isn't into pretty boys. She steps aboard, barges into the pretty boy's room, and lifts his bamboo hat. The instant she sees his face, the image of red plum blossoms against falling snow comes to mind. He is a sight beyond compare. - In her sixteen years of life, Jiang Xiwu has never understood what it means to fall for someone at first sight. After seeing him only twice, swept away by his beauty, she tells him, “Don't follow my mother. Follow me instead. I'll give you whatever you want.” The beauty smiles gently and says nothing. * Jiang Xiwu heads home early because of him, and sure enough, she finds the beauty at her house. - Her mother introduces him with a beaming smile. “This is the Venerable Wushilou. Don't just stand there. Come and pay your respects to your master.” - Wushilou: a name everyone knows. A hundred years ago, he broke through his limits and became a Venerable. He is now 127 years old, the object of admiration for every saber cultivator in the world. And Jiang Xiwu happens to practice the saber too. Jiang Xiwu blinks. Good thing she has no shame and still hasn't given up. She goes over and offers him tea. “Master.” Master, you smell so good. Master, hug me. * Female-led romance, in every sense. Unless there's a special occasion, updates come after midnight. The author keeps demon hours, so you can check back the next day, babies. The bonus chapter has a child, but neither the woman nor the man gives birth! The child is created through magic. Next up: The Male Lead I Took by Force GB Si Cun Zhi suddenly dreams that she's a villainess in a book. She'll lose control and take the male lead, Xie Shuizui, by force, becoming the shadow that haunts his life. In the end, he'll cut her to pieces and grind her bones to dust. What a joke. She hardly ever leaves her own mountain, and Xie Shuizui is her senior brother. They aren't related by blood, but how could she possibly She turns her head and sees the pale, beautiful man beside her, and freezes on the spot... Si Cun Zhi wants to get to the bottom of things, but the moment Xie Shuizui opens his eyes... She slaps him across the face, grips his chin, and forces him to meet her gaze. Smirking, she says, “Try that playing-hard-to-get act again and I'll kill you!” “...” Si Cun Zhi is startled by the handprint suddenly on Xie Shuizui's face and quickly lets go. “I... Senior Brother, you... yesterday...” Xie Shuizui patiently reminds her: Yesterday, you said I wasn't allowed to leave this bed unless I was dead. As he gets up, the chains jingle. His loose clothes slip down, revealing pale skin marked with red... Si Cun Zhi starts avoiding Xie Shuizui, but every time she gets distracted, he appears beside her again, his body covered in vivid marks. Si Cun Zhi is baffled. “Wait, how did you... I...” Xie Shuizui remains calm. “You tied me up and brought me back again.” Even more terrifyingly, everyone around them says the same thing. Si Cun Zhi gulps. “I-I'm sorry.” Xie Shuizui smiles in a way that's hard to read. “Mm, it's all right, Junior Sister.” But in the original novel, he secretly sharpened his blade every night! Before long, rumors spread around the sect that Xie Shuizui was being toyed with by her, and that she was shamelessly disrespecting her senior brother. The scandalous rumors about Xie Shuizui and her kept getting more numerous and more outlandish. Before long, people were even saying she'd forced Xie Shuizui to dance in her palm. With only a few days left before Xie Shuizui was supposed to grind her bones to dust, Si Cun Zhi faked her death... To make it convincing, she even left him her “corpse.” But Si Cun Zhi never imagined that Xie Shuizui would carry her corpse in his arms everywhere he went, never letting go for even a moment. Xie Shuizui, the sect's top disciple, the very picture of a pure and lofty immortal, now has bloodshot eyes and a despondent air. He cradles the “corpse” he's been keeping alive with medicine in his arms, lost in a haze of desire, and holds the hand of the person in his arms... As he murmurs, “Zhizhi.” Theme: Keep striving even when life is hard