A Guide to Taking the Throne as Senior Uncle

[Master's uncle becomes the gong's master × reincarnated young disciple as the shou, with the master's uncle taking the upper hand in every way in this love triangle]

As the last disciple of Chu Mu, the cold and aloof Immortal Venerable Lingxiao,

Jing Xi has always carefully concealed his feelings for his master and strictly observed the boundaries between master and disciple,

because he knows that, as the greatest person in the world, Chu Mu's heart has room only for all living beings.

So when Chu Mu pushed him toward the rift in the firmament, Jing Xi was surprised, yet accepting. Then he did the one thing he had ever dared to do in his life:

He leaned forward and gently brushed his master's lips with his own. Then he allowed himself to be swept into the rift in the firmament and torn apart.

The pain of being ripped apart engulfed his whole body. He seemed to hear someone crying out in anguish, and saw a flash of light fly toward him from the edge of the rift.

But Jing Xi could no longer make anything out. All he could think was:

It wasn't a bad deal, but I don't want to go through it again.

When Jing Xi opened his eyes again, he had become an ordinary boy with a mixed spiritual root. There was no chance he would ever become a disciple of Xuanyang Mountain in this life.

Just as he was preparing to quietly live as one of the many people waiting to be saved, a Daoist came to his door.

The Daoist had a proud, unruly face, yet was trying hard to look cool and refined as he asked:

"Young man, I can see that you have extraordinary bones and remarkable talent. Would you like to become my last disciple?"

Jing Xi stared at him. The cry he had heard just before dying slowly grew clear in his mind.

In a hoarse voice, he softly called the man, "Uncle-Master."

Yu Zheng stiffened. His gentle mask broke, revealing the carefree man beneath.

He rubbed his nose and blinked. "So you haven't lost your memories. Can I have a chance this time, Xiao Xi?"

Chu Mu, the Immortal Venerable Lingxiao, had always known that his junior disciple loved him. He neither rejected nor acknowledged it.

Too many people loved him, too many gazes were full of admiration, and Jing Xi was only one of them.

He had no reason to respond, and no time to respond. The rift in the firmament was always threatening this world, and he had no time for such feelings.

He devised plan after plan until he finally found a way to mend the rift in the firmament.

But something went wrong at the crucial moment. In the blink of an eye, all he could do was push his little disciple, whose body had already turned spiritual, into the formation meant to repair it.

The formation stabilized. His little disciple was swept into the rift in the firmament, leaving him only a gentle kiss.

The rift in the firmament successfully closed, and Chu Mu attained sainthood.

But only he knew that an irreparable rift had opened in his heart.

Three thousand years later, Chu Mu followed the clues and found his reincarnated disciple.

But he saw the boy rush into his junior brother's arms and happily call him "Master."

Chu Mu, now a Saint revered by heaven and earth, felt boundless darkness spreading from the crack in his heart.

Theme: Starting over.