I Want to Defect from My Sect Every Day

Tan Wuyang had been unhappy ever since joining Qinglan Sect, and spent every day thinking about how to find another master. Other people's masters were powerful figures with their own strengths. Her own master was as clear and bright as the moon, as lustrous as jade... The word "good-for-nothing" described her best. Her cultivation was shallow, her talent mediocre, and her body frail. You couldn't find a second person like her anywhere in the world. When Tan Wuyang, who had won first place in the sect's tournament, was assigned to Elder Yue Yao, she resisted with all her heart. She had come to improve her cultivation, not to become someone's servant and do the cleaning! Her master was too weak to lift or carry anything, and couldn't teach her. When they encountered monsters, she would only hide behind Tan Wuyang with tearful eyes and cling to her: "Tan'er, I'm scared." ...Just think about it. Does that make any sense? Tan Wuyang really did grumble inwardly, but didn't dare say it aloud. Her master clung to her, and was indeed very good to her. Rare pills, ancient magical artifacts, food, clothes, and spending money were always provided. She even prepared meals and birthday presents for Tan Wuyang herself, making everyone else jealous. Then the situation grew turbulent. To draw out the forces lurking in the shadows, Tan Wuyang staged a marriage with the princess of the demon realm. She never expected the first person to show up would be her own master, who had been arguing with her just recently. The woman who usually needed Tan Wuyang to feed her water now played a magical zither with one hand. Her pupils were scarlet, and her black hair streamed in the wind. She looked like both a god and a demon. Her cold, bloodstained fingertips cupped Tan Wuyang's face as she murmured, "So you're going to marry her?" The weak and innocent Tan Wuyang trembled before the woman with eyes cold as frost. When Tan Wuyang was reborn, she forgot something important. She forgot that Elder Yue Yao, once a powerful cultivator who shook the Six Realms and still a seated elder of Qinglan Sect, was her Dao companion. The kind of Dao companion who would fall into demonic madness without her. A gifted, sharp-tongued, secretly soft-hearted disciple x a gentle, scheming, coquettish, manipulative master [Immortal cultivation ranks in this story: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, Void Refinement, Body Integration, Mahayana, Tribulation Transcendence] Reader's Guide: 1. The setting is fictional, and the worldbuilding is entirely my own. Please don't try to correct it. Enjoy the story, and feel free to stay or leave as you like. 2. Please keep the comments civil. Let's all be respectful. Theme: Think twice before acting.