You are a once-in-a-generation genius. You established your foundation at twelve, reached perfection at twenty-six, and attained the highest realm in less than a century. Your name spread across the world.
You are a saint praised by countless people, embodying the Dao, loving others through virtue, and saving the people and the world through your own efforts.
Looking back on your life, you have vanquished demons, fought evil, and helped those in danger. You are quite satisfied, save for one small flaw.
You were reborn.
Wearing patched clothes and feeling the few copper coins in your pocket, you listen to people on the street praising you: the sect you founded, the disciples you took in, the kindness you left behind.
You seriously consider returning to the sect to visit and catch up with friends, only to learn that your sole surviving acquaintance is your youngest disciple.
When you died, he was about seventeen, and someone had to guide his pulse and help him clear his meridians by hand. But now...
Now he is the sect's founding patriarch.
Ouyang Shu, patriarch of the Sword Sect, has recently encountered something not seen in a century.
Among the newly accepted disciples, one child accidentally used a long-lost art and broke into his secluded cultivation cave.
The good news: the girl is a promising talent who grasps things at a glance and is even better at cultivation than he is.
The bad news: she is blunt, mischievous, naive, and careless, with no respect for her elders, and she often gets handsy with him.
*
He resolved to select the writings of his late master that he had painstakingly compiled and teach her with care, hoping to shape this uncut jade into something fine.
He succeeded, more or less. The girl, who was now the disciple he had accepted, became attentive and serene when reading, quiet and obedient when listening to tales of the ancestors, and respectful toward him as well.
They were simply a little less close than before, no longer so familiar, but that was a minor regret. This was his first time taking a disciple after years in seclusion, after all.
Until he accidentally entered the girl's illusion and saw
His younger self curled in her lap, listening as she casually told him about the three thousand paths of the Great Dao.
The good news: his most revered master had been reborn.
The bad news: he had taken over his master's cave, slept in her bed, organized her books, hung up her portrait, and even accepted her as his disciple and smacked her palm. And now Master knew all about it.
*
They awoke.
Xiao Yong looked at him anxiously. “You didn't see anything strange in my dream just now, did you?”
Ouyang Shu: “...No.”
Xiao Yong breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, good. Thanks for saving me... Ahem, Master.”
How had he never noticed before that Master's ears turned red when she was embarrassed?
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