A ruthless, scheming villain x a beautiful, aloof master
Also titled: What should I do when the disciple I raised always tries to take me by force?
They say Xuezhong Xianzun Lian Muqing, who was on the verge of ascending and guarded Chilong, cultivated the Path of Unfeeling until he became cold and detached, seeing all living beings as mere plants.
He was wooden and stubborn.
What a pity, with a face of peerless beauty and the power to break ten thousand formations with a single palm.
Jiang Xue scoffed at the rumor.
But she pretended to be injured and collapsed pitifully in the snow before his spotless white boots.
Dressed in white, with ink-black hair and snow falling all around him, Lian Muqing's eyes and brows were filled with cold distance.
Yet he bent down and smiled tenderly, telling her to blink as he spoke softly.
"A snowflake has landed on your eyelashes."
As she blinked, the snowflake melted on Jiang Xue's lashes, loosening the fingers she had been using to hold a deadly spell. She obediently reached out, asking him to pick her up.
As Lian Muqing held her in his arms, Jiang Xue thought that the rumors weren't entirely true. At least he was soft, not like a piece of wood.
After the two of them accidentally entered an illusion, Jiang Xue was half-enclosed in Lian Muqing's arms as he taught her to write. She looked at the man beside her, still dressed in a white robe, holy and immaculate, with every strand of hair falling over his neck perfect to the last detail.
Without thinking, she blurted out, "Master looks very kissable."
The incense's effects had made Lian Muqing's gaze a little gentler too. He looked at her as if she were a green lotus at his side.
Yet he did not push away Jiang Xue as she tilted her head back in his arms and kissed his Adam's apple...
Cruel and beautiful, heartless and mad.
When Jiang Xue awoke again, standing in a winding pool of blood as she slaughtered the so-called gods, she heard someone describe her that way.
She wasn't angry. She merely stared coldly at the man across from her, so white he seemed to outshine frost and snow, an uncarved white-jade immortal from the heavens, and said, "You knew this would happen, yet you joined the others in deceiving me?"
Lian Muqing's usually detached features, so noble and cold they seemed almost devoid of feeling,
now drew together slightly as he looked at her. With a faint pity from on high, he said,
"We are not fated to be together. Why force it?"
But that night, when he saw the man behind Jiang Xue gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the two of them gazing at each other tenderly,
the dull pain in his chest nearly made him collapse.
After that day, the Nine Heavens no longer had its only celestial immortal.
The seal on Chilong broke, and the world fell into chaos.
Synopsis screenshot taken on 2024.6.14
Theme: What I want, I shall have
