My Master Cultivates the Way of the Common People

Xu Jingsheng is known as the greatest cultivator under Heaven.

Legend has it that he is a transcendent, peerless genius. He is the founding elder of Lingxiao Peak, the foremost of the three great sects, the only cultivator in the Mahayana stage in the world, and a mysterious figure whose whereabouts are unknown.

That is, until this year's entrance selection, when he appeared at the main peak of Lingxiao Peak.

His archenemy from a past life, the one who had brought ruin to the world, had been reborn and was now by his side again. Unwilling to let history repeat itself, Xu Jingsheng clenched the fist hidden in his sleeve. He swore that the moment he saw his nemesis, he'd kill him with a single palm strike...

But no one had told him his nemesis hadn't grown up yet!

When he found himself face-to-face with two little ones, Xu Jingsheng froze for a moment. Then he came to his senses and steeled himself...

He took them both as disciples.

Well, he could at least teach them.

So Xie Yan grew up right under his nose, becoming increasingly learned and well-mannered, the sort of person who blushed when teased.

That made his betrayal of his master seem all the more immoral. And it was different when Xu Jingsheng had raised him himself.

Xu Jingsheng called it karma.

He looked down at his bound hands and sighed, unable to figure out where things had gone wrong. "Xie Yan, why?"

Xie Yan pulled him into a tight embrace without a word, crying as he said, "Because I love you, Master."

Xu Jingsheng was speechless.

No gambler loses every day, and no master has to... every day...

At first, Xie Yan thought he could hide his feelings for his master for the rest of his life. Then he realized he was only a substitute.

The story of love and hate between his master and that archenemy gradually drove him to lose his reason. The master who had stayed by his side day and night when he was sick, who had been endlessly patient with him, had seen him as nothing but someone else's shadow all along.

Torn between morality and immorality, he finally went dark.

As he did something utterly defiant, he anxiously demanded, "Master, who are you thinking about when you look at me?"

What? After all that last night, Xu Jingsheng hadn't cried, but Xie Yan had?

Xu Jingsheng could only soothe the younger one first. "No, that's not it. Don't overthink it."

Xie Yan was crying so hard he looked like a rain-soaked pear blossom. Xu Jingsheng's reassurance seemed to have backfired.

[Beautiful, powerful, tragic, and cold shou x morally upright, unhinged crybaby gong]

Reading Guide:

1. The setting is fictional, and all in-story lore is made up. Any references will be noted.

2. The shou is powerful, and I'm not exaggerating when I say he's the strongest in this story. Please steer clear if that's not your thing.

3. For readers' convenience, you can read the Nine Heavens arc about Xie Wucheng and the Nine Heavens first, then return to the main story.

4. Let's keep things friendly. Thanks, everyone!

Theme: Love and peace.