The Aloof Master Is Now Chasing His Wife

Coming soon: The Wicked Master and His Wicked Disciple

When Qu He was eight, he fled and wandered with his father. He was starving, frail, and nearly died of a high fever.

In a daze, barely conscious, he saw an immortal descend from the heavens and gently take his hand.

The immortal had breathtaking features and a cool, detached expression. His spotless white robes were as if wrapped in snow and wind.

The immortal was willing to save him, but on one condition: Qu He had to follow him back to his sect, Jingmen Mountain Sect.

As an inner disciple of Yinshi Dao, the Venerable Immortal of Jingmen Mountain Sect, Qu He was mediocre in both talent and cultivation. Even junior disciples who joined the sect a year after him easily surpassed him.

The outer disciples resented the fact that an ordinary talent like him could receive personal instruction from the revered, noble, and illustrious Venerable Immortal Zhisu.

His fellow inner disciples were exceptionally gifted and came from powerful families. They had little in common with a taciturn commoner's son like him, and could barely exchange a few words.

His master was aloof and rarely smiled. Overshadowed by his juniors' talent, Qu He went unnoticed and became a nobody in Jingmen Mountain Sect.

One day, while out on a training mission, Qu He was ambushed and stranded in the mortal world.

Months passed, and he still hadn't returned to the sect. Yet his master and junior disciples never looked for him or even asked where he was. It was as if he had never existed.

Night had fallen. The main street blazed with light, and lanterns glittered in every color.

Qu He sat by an upstairs window, a wine cup in hand. He glanced down casually, then froze, his cup almost slipping from his grasp.

Beneath the dazzling lanterns, someone who looked exactly like him leaned intimately against his junior disciples, smiling brightly.

Qu He knew his talent was mediocre. He had never dared to pit his faint glow against his juniors' brilliance, nor hoped to make his godlike master proud as they did.

All he wanted was to follow his master forever. If that aloof, proud immortal occasionally spared him a glance or a word of praise, he would ask for nothing more.

He revered his master, believing him immaculate and transcendent. Even looking at him for too long felt like sacrilege.

But later, the immortal he had admired since childhood profaned him utterly. Those eyes, meant to be free of passion and desire, blazed with obsession and madness as he pinned Qu He beneath him and kissed him with desperate hunger.

Everyone knew that Yinshi Dao, the Venerable Immortal of Jingmen Mountain Sect, was one of the most powerful figures in the cultivation world, a once-in-an-age prodigy.

Few knew, however, that this breathtakingly beautiful, cold and distant immortal had been unable to overcome his emotional tribulation, and so could not ascend.

Even fewer knew that after a period of closed-door cultivation, Yinshi Dao looked at his eldest disciple Qu He, whom he had never truly noticed and who had been brought back as a suspected demon, and his heart, frozen and unmoving as ice, developed a heart demon.

A hidden fire surged; the sacred altar was no longer pure.

In the eyes of the world, he was an immortal as radiant as the moon. Yet his heart was filled with filthy thoughts about the eldest disciple he had watched grow up: depraved, forbidden, and contrary to all moral order. Tormented by his shameful desires until he could barely control himself, every day he thought only of pinning his eldest disciple beneath him, making him look at no one but him, making him belong to no one but him.

Eventually, he descended from the divine altar where he had imprisoned himself and dragged his disciple into his bedroom, surrendering himself completely.

An introverted, insecure disciple who bottoms × a cool, beautiful, untouchable immortal master who tops

Qu He × Yinshi Dao

Reader's Guide:

One-on-one, both are sexually inexperienced, no splitting them up or reversing the roles.

The bottom is adored by everyone.

The bottom isn't a substitute. He's the one being substituted for.

There are several male-female side couples. Proceed with caution if that's not your thing.

Not updated daily. Updates follow the rankings if the story makes one; otherwise, whenever I feel like it.

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Here's another upcoming story from my page, The Wicked Master and His Wicked Disciple. It's also an older master-disciple pairing, but with a different flavor~

Qi He suffered the slaughter of his entire family as a child. His parents died right in front of him. The killer stood before him, tall and elegant, looking completely at ease.

To survive and take revenge, when the killer slowly reached for his throat to finish him off, Qi He burst into tears. He knelt down in a panic, hugged the killer's leg, and begged for mercy, pleading with every kind word he could think of.

The killer paused, then smiled at him. Moved by Qi He, he spared his life. Instead, he took him back and made him his disciple, becoming his master.

For years, Qi He was cautious, flexible, and all honeyed words with a blade hidden beneath. Serving his master was like serving a tiger. Even though his master's cultivation was unfathomable and he had killed countless people, Qi He never stopped hoping to kill his own master and avenge his family.

Or he would settle for his master dying at someone else's hands.

But before that day came, Qi He happened upon a strange storybook and learned that he was actually a disposable villain in this world, while his master was the ultimate villain. In the future, his murderous, deranged master would refine him and the senior sister he loved into pills.

Terrified, Qi He stole his master's secret manual and fled the sect to escape his fate as an ingredient in a pill.

His master naturally refused to let him go and pursued him relentlessly.

Qi He fled everywhere, scrambling to escape. Thanks to the storybook, he finally managed to outlast his wicked master.

He was looking forward to a free and happy future with his senior sister, but before he could even celebrate,

his master came back to life and blocked his path, his aura frigid as he gave Qi He a slow, elegant smile.

He was clearly here to settle the score.

Terrified out of his mind, Qi He had a sudden idea and repeated his old trick. He dropped to his knees, hugged the long leg in front of him, and gave the performance of his life, wailing and weeping, eyes brimming with tears, radiating delight, and showering his master with flattery.

"Master, is it really you? You're back! I'm so happy! I've been waiting and waiting for you. I missed you so much I fell ill, couldn't eat or sleep, and thought of you every single day!"

"Is that so?" His master smiled and slowly reached out to him, his gaze deep and cold.

Qi He was overcome with despair. He still couldn't escape?

He closed his eyes in defeat, trembling all over.

But the long, cool fingers merely pinched his now-rounder-than-before cheek.

Then his master sighed, sounding like an old friend reunited after a long separation. "You've put on weight."

"Looks like you've been doing well without me."

A flexible, lively disciple who bottoms × an elegant, scheming master who tops

Reader's Guide:

The master's killing of the bottom's parents is based on a misunderstanding, but he really has killed countless people.

The protagonist's name in the blurb may be changed later.

Theme: Know yourself and accept yourself.