The Funeral of My Master

Hua Buyan had no family or friends, only a poor, shabby master. The two of them lived together in a cramped little sect, making ends meet by exorcising ghosts and performing rites for the dead. Her master was a great beauty, but aloof and cold, and she had never had any friends or family.

They depended on each other to survive, barely scraping by. Her master seemed to have an old ailment, and within half a year she passed away. Hua Buyan followed her master's instructions, buried her in the back hills, burned her personal belongings, and properly set up a tombstone.

She kept the funeral rites alone, assuming no one would come to pay their respects. But to her surprise, several extraordinary Immortal Lords arrived one after another, each as handsome as a deity.

Some were furious, some had reddened eyes, and some gritted their teeth. “She's dead? She promised me... And who are all of you?”

Sensing that something was wrong, Hua Buyan quietly backed away, but one of the black-robed Immortal Lords noticed her. He narrowed his eyes. “This little girl bears a striking resemblance to someone we once knew. Could she be... one of yours?”

All the Immortal Lords turned to look at her. She hurriedly shook her head. “I'm not. I'm just a little disciple my master picked up.”

The Immortal Lords looked conflicted. In the end, they said, “She's her disciple, after all. We can't leave her all alone. Why don't we all take her as our disciple?”

And so Hua Buyan became the disciple of all the Immortal Lords. They even agreed on a teaching schedule: Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for some, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays for the others. Their relationship was warm and affectionate, and everything was peaceful and pleasant.

Until the day she regained her memories...

It turned out she wasn't a little disciple her master had picked up. She was a clone her master had left behind before faking her death. Simply put, she was her master herself, who had faked her death to escape old debts and left behind a clone. Somehow things had gone wrong, and after the fake death, she hadn't regained her memories in time...

“Xiao Ayan, have some of this. I made it especially for you.” The Immortal Lord in front of her held out a porcelain bowl, offering it with affection. Seeing her face reminded him of someone from the past, and his eyes reddened as he gritted his teeth. “If she hadn't betrayed her promise and left on her own, I never would have let her die...”

Hua Buyan looked at the handsome man she'd once been so intimate with. What do I do, everyone? I'm sweating bullets...

Theme: A breathtaking romance.