After My Mind Was Read, My Master Helped Me Change My Fate

A cute puppy-like disciple who says one thing and means another x a gentle, cunning, sickly beauty of a master Coming soon: "After Transmigrating, I Flirted with My Mom's Best Friend," small-town fiction + a touch of melodrama. See the blurb below. Blurb #If you could live inside the last book you read, would you? When Ning Songwu came across this question, she thought for a moment and commented: Yes. You always transmigrate into the heroine, right? Unfortunately, she woke up inside the last book she'd read before bed: a poorly written, chaotic GL cultivation tragedy. And she'd become a cannon-fodder character who died after just three chapters, serving only to give the heroine experience points. Ning Songwu: Damn you, heavens! You set me up! Since she was here, she decided to make the best of it. She'd be a lazy nobody and do her best to stay alive. Weak and useless was still better than dead! At the disciple selection ceremony, she hid in a corner and watched her beautiful master in the distance, a member of the "anti-heroine's-romance-roadblock faction" who was doomed to die. She silently chanted: You can't see me, you can't see me. I want to go down the mountain. I want to live. Her beautiful master pointed a slender finger at her. "That trembling little thing in the corner. I'll take her." When the heroine came to pick a fight, Ning Songwu silently chanted: I'm invisible, I'm invisible. Don't look at me, please. Her master rested a folding fan in her hand and gracefully stepped in front of her. "My junior niece should first head east to Luoyun Hall to pay her respects to the sect leader." The Demon Lord took her hostage. Her beautiful master ignored the backlash, unleashing a torrent of blazing sword intent just to save her. Ning Songwu stared blankly at the proud fire phoenix soaring between heaven and earth. Only one thought remained in her mind: Mom, I think... I've really fallen in love with her. Her master's slender fingers lifted her chin. "Then I won't let you go." Ning Songwu: Huh?!!! * They say Elder Ran Fanyin of Shangyun Sect has silver hair and such exquisite looks that merely gazing at her can help one's cultivation advance by leaps and bounds. Unfortunately, she's aloof and dislikes company, and has never taken a disciple in all these years. Who would have guessed that Elder Ran, with her fire spiritual root, would take a disciple with an ice spiritual root? Both are extraordinarily taciturn, radiating an icy aura that keeps everyone at a distance. People can only lament the waste. Ran Fanyin: Heh. What would you know? At sunrise, she gets her little disciple out of bed to practice swordsmanship. The little disciple grumbles internally all morning, yet never stops moving, each stroke executed perfectly. In the bitter cold, Ran Fanyin coughs, her eyes misty and the corners of them faintly red. Her little disciple is busy thinking how beautiful she is and how much she wants to kiss her, but when she opens her eyes, she sees her disciple holding out a bowl of medicine with proper care, so considerate. With a blade at her throat, the little disciple's eyes are red. She's clearly terrified, yet she sends message after message through a communication jade, telling Ran Fanyin not to come, not to get hurt, to take care of herself, and not to worry about her. Ran Fanyin presses a hand to the divine stone she has protected for years, then touches the heart beating almost in time with her own How could I not go, you little thing who says one thing and means another? How could I ever bear to leave you? *Bonus Scene* Ran Fanyin: (holds up a grape) Little Ning, want one? Ning Songwu: [I want one...] Master, you eat it. I'm fine. Ran Fanyin: (holds up a pastry) What about this? Want some? Ning Songwu: [Aww... can I take it?] You have it first, Master. I'll eat later. Ran Fanyin: (taps her forehead) What about this? Ning Songwu: ...! I Ran Fanyin: (smiles warmly) You're not getting any. Teasing the little thing who says one thing and means another is the most amusing part of an ordinary afternoon., Written by Ran Fanyin * One-on-one, sweet romance, happy ending! Happy ending! Happy ending! My own take on cultivation, keyboard-face-rolling prose, and mountains of original worldbuilding. The writing is average. No need to tell me if you drop the novel. The protagonist grows over time, and no one in the story is perfect. A mix of main plot and everyday life, woven together. Primarily younger top, with some scenes where the other takes the lead. Only the master can hear her inner thoughts! ****Important**** In this story, inner thoughts mean the disciple's conversations with herself in her mind, not all of her thoughts or every idea she has. Coming Soon [A touch of small-town fiction + melodrama. Read with care if that's not your thing.] [The story takes place in 1998 and 2023, in a fictional location.] * Eight-year-old Yue Chengqi is very fond of Aunt Su Ye, who often visits her home. Su Ye is decisive and efficient. Her long, ink-black hair streams behind her as she walks, and she wears a well-tailored black suit every day. With her cold expression, she looks just like an ice-cold goddess. But this ice-cold goddess brings her all kinds of tasty treats and fun toys every few days. She jokes with her and laughs with her. Twenty-two-year-old Yue Chengqi meets twenty-year-old Su Ye. Su Ye still has a baby face, her baby fat not quite gone, and she's still immature too. In short, she's a crybaby The very first time they meet, she bawls her eyes out, covering the tiny cut Yue Chengqi accidentally got, less than three centimeters long, and crying for half an hour. Yue Chengqi: ...Are you planning to disinfect my wound with your tears? Su Ye: I'm not, but I can't stop crying. Sob, sob, sob. Damn it! Who could ever connect this crybaby to the gorgeous, mature woman she becomes later? Twenty-five-year-old Yue Chengqi meets forty-five-year-old Su Ye. Curled up in a blanket, she asks cautiously, "A Ye, are you still... afraid of thunder?" * Twenty-year-old Su Ye meets twenty-two-year-old Yue Huan, who falls from the sky. Yue Huan loves to smile. She encourages Su Ye to read more, takes her to meet new people, teaches her how to do business, tells her to cry less, and reminds her to cherish her beautiful eyes. Twenty-three-year-old Su Ye loses Yue Huan. Those who fall from the sky always disappear. Before leaving, Yue Huan smiles and tells her: Eat well. You always get stomach trouble later, and it pains me to see it. Don't stay up so late. It's so sad that you have to dye your hair to keep it black at such a young age. And remember, if you meet someone who loves you, consider giving them a chance. Don't foolishly spend decades alone. The one thing she doesn't tell her is where to find Yue Huan. Forty-year-old Su Ye looks at her niece, at the face that looks more and more like the person buried deep in her memories. She thinks she's gone crazy, crazier than she could ever be. At forty-five, she seems to see Yue Huan again. Even though this person has her entire head wrapped in bandages, those familiar eyes can't lie. Her voice trembles as she asks, "Are you Qiqi, or A Huan?" * In 1998, on a night filled with thunder, Su Ye will hide in Yue Huan's room with her bedding, clutching her sleeve tightly. "Sister, don't go. I'm scared." In 2023, on a rainy afternoon, Yue Chengqi will carefully rub ointment on Su Ye's knee, medicine she fetched from several traditional Chinese medicine clinics, and nag her nonstop. "I told you to take care of yourself. How did you get bad knees after ignoring them for just a few years?" Then she'll get kicked out. * It was all coincidence, but my love for you wasn't. * The age gap is both huge and tiny. The style is serious with a touch of silliness. No ethical issues. The transmigration premise has no scientific basis. It's all coincidence. The writing is trash. No need to tell me if you drop the novel. Guaranteed happy ending! Guaranteed happy ending! Guaranteed happy ending! Theme: Building new sects in a new era