My Junior Sister Cultivates the Path of Emotionlessness

On the day I joined Lingxue Sect, everyone in the sect had the same nightmare. They dreamed that five years later, I would fall in love with the Demon Lord and flee the sect in betrayal.

First, I would get fifty-two senior brothers and sisters killed in a secret realm, then loot the sect's treasure vault. After that, relying on my status as Qingli Immortal Venerable's youngest and final disciple, I would scheme to sacrifice more than a dozen independent cultivation sects to the demons, one after another, and personally release the Demon God sealed at the bottom of Canglang Abyss for ten thousand years.

Once the Demon God was free, the cultivation world would bear the brunt of the slaughter. Countless sects would fall, leaving only tens of thousands of cultivators struggling to survive, as if the apocalypse had returned.

When they woke, the usually mild-mannered eldest senior brother was so furious he could barely hold his life-bound sword.

The second senior sister blew up seven or eight cauldrons in a row.

The third senior sister and fourth senior brother stood in silence before their master's meditation chamber for an entire day.

The fifth senior brother hid in his room, crying so hard he looked a mess and refusing to see anyone.

The other disciples and elders were distracted too, making mistake after mistake.

Only I cowered in a corner, trembling.

*

After the senior brothers, senior sisters, and elders spent nearly half a month discussing it, they finally decided on my fate: I would cultivate the Path of Unfeeling.

If I couldn't master the Path of Unfeeling, I wouldn't be allowed to leave the sect!

They even did the following to help me succeed in cultivating the Path of Unfeeling:

The eldest senior brother willingly laid down his life-bound sword and took up cooking for me.

The second senior sister handed over every pill she had refined over the years.

The third senior sister moved into the room next to mine and slept beside me every night.

The fourth senior brother put on women's clothes.

The fifth senior brother became my little shadow.

They all wanted to be the first to claim credit for helping me master the Path of Unfeeling. At first, they asked me every day whether I'd fallen in love with them. Later, they kept asking how my cultivation was going. On the final day, they asked me thirty-two times when I would kill them to prove my Dao.

Me: ...

Suddenly, I was even more scared.

*

Everyone knows that to master the Path of Unfeeling, you first have to fall in love, then sever your feelings and abandon love.

Sure enough, I eventually fell in love.

But it wasn't with any of my senior brothers or sisters.

It was with Qingli Immortal Venerable, who had been in seclusion for more than three thousand years. He was the greatest person of our time, and technically my master.

Looking at the hand my master held his sword with, I fell silent for a long time.

Wasn't this a little too thrilling...

>>> A few warnings:

1. Everyone in the sect except my master had the nightmare.

2. A teasing master, an old flame catching fire again.

3. Nothing in the nightmare will happen, and the heroine is not the "junior sister" from the dream.

4. The heroine slowly falls for him after he reels her in, but the Path of Unfeeling remains the focus early on. Later, her attitude is basically, "I'll have everything."

5. A silly cultivation novel. Everything is fictional, with plenty of author-invented settings.

Core message: Stand firm in the present and move steadily toward the future.