After Dying in the Arms of My Heartless Daoist Master

[An aloof, otherworldly immortal master x his clingy, puppy-like, devoted disciple]

Jun Jize’s life could be called perfect.

Before the age of seven, he was a pampered prince of the mortal world. After seven, he became the youngest disciple of the world’s greatest immortal master, Lord Wuwen, entering the immortal sect and embarking on a path to greatness.

There was just one small imperfection: he was gay. The object of his affection was the master he revered.

The worst part was that his secret feelings seemed to have been discovered.

From one day onward, he could no longer cling to the other’s side. He was no longer an exception or treated with special care. There were no more comforting pats, awkward praise, or private lessons.

Then one day, the other coldly announced he would enter seclusion for an indefinite period.

Jun Jize did not yet have a title of his own. In a panic, he clutched the other’s sleeve, like a puppy that refused to let go no matter what.

Until the other gently cut off the corner of his sleeve.

He never imagined this would be their final farewell.

Before he died, alone and with nowhere else to turn, he broke into his master’s place of seclusion.

Curling up in the other’s cold embrace like a fledgling returning to its nest, he clutched his master’s sleeve and thought: Divine one, why have you stopped looking after me?

“...It was my fault. Please don’t abandon me.”

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An immortal’s retreat lasts a hundred years in a dream.

When Lord Wuwen awoke, he vaguely saw a pile of white spider silk on his body. Somewhat puzzled and indifferent, he wondered where his young disciple had wandered off to play this time, leaving dust in his cave abode.

When he returned, he would have to teach him a proper lesson and punish him a little.

His senses gradually returned. As he sat up, the white strands fell away from his chest, revealing a familiar face, as if the world had just been created.

The most perceptive immortal master in the world took a long time to realize... that the body in his arms had been dead for a long time, its fingers still tightly clutching the corner of his sleeve.

This was his disciple.

Lord Wuwen gazed at him for a long while, then gently cut off a piece of his own robe.

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One day, Ling Qingzhou woke to find the master who had neglected him for so long sitting by his bed, gently twirling his white hair around a finger.

His master said he had suffered a mishap while practicing, had been unconscious for several days, but was now out of danger.

To be posted in December 2026

Theme: Saving each other, humans can overcome fate