. The Proud Phoenix heroine who accidentally hears her master's thoughts × the goofy man who transmigrates into a book and becomes a cold, aloof immortal
Man Zhibai transmigrated into a female-led cultivation novel and became the heroine's cold-faced master.
The heroine, Che Yu, was a princess of a fallen kingdom, the standard beautiful, strong, and tragic heroine. After a series of trials and battles, she became the greatest sword cultivator in the cultivation world.
As she grew stronger, she had one or two half-willing affairs with all sorts of handsome older and younger men. The cool sword cultivator, the nurturing medicine cultivator, the gentle crown prince of an enemy kingdom, the tsundere younger prince of the demon clan... They all fell at her feet, without exception.
Only he, Man Zhibai, was her direct master, the first man she slept with after she got drunk, and her fleeting lover who died for her. His death marked the beginning of the heroine's journey to grow stronger, making him the white moonlight she could never forget, forever etched in her heart.
His role in the novel was to suddenly appear in the heroine's mind whenever she was entangled with her other love interests, reminding her of her cultivation resolve so she would cast them aside and continue her journey.
A tragic character who seemed to be her lost love but was actually just a plot device.
Man Zhibai's task after transmigrating into the book was to follow the plot and set the heroine on her path to power.
That meant letting the heroine get drunk and lose her virtue, then finding a way to die. Easy!
No problem.
Man Zhibai glanced indifferently at the girl before him as she performed the ceremony to become his disciple, reviewing the plot in his mind. He failed to notice her strange expression as she cautiously looked up at his face.
As Che Yu knelt to perform the ceremony, she suddenly heard a distant, ethereal voice by her ear.
"Damn... Those forearms look so strong. No wonder she's the heroine."
She raised her head and looked at the man with the frosty, unchanging expression.
That voice always appeared alongside her cold, aloof master.
When the immortal sect fought off the demon clan:
"Oh, that's a little too rough. How's the little prince supposed to fall for her now?"
After hearing that, she coldly kicked the little prince's leg and broke it.
When she sparred with a senior sword cultivator:
"Ooh, look at that lovey-dovey swordplay."
After hearing that, she forcefully snapped her senior's sword.
And when she drank the fine wine her master had brought her:
"How many cups will it take? She should be pouncing on me by now, right?"
*Sweet romance, one-on-one
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