Sometimes, We're Master and Disciple

[A lofty flower with a gloomy, possessive male ghost underneath × a fake flirt who is truly cold-hearted, clear-eyed beauty]

A highly competent wage slave who occasionally curses people out transmigrates into the role of a harem candidate in a reborn Dragon-Aotian novel.

Faced with a future of snatching cucumbers with a bevy of promising wives and concubines, Meng Yuan decides to put an elegant end to this ill-fated entanglement:

She clings to the strongest thigh in the whole book, that of the ruthless Sword Sect,

and resolutely steps onto the bright path of proving the Dao through severing emotion.

Once she has completed her apprenticeship and returned,

she'll lead the protagonist's harem in revolt!

Through the morning bells and evening drums, with wind and snow beating down on her, she grows under Dao Lord Xuanyan's close instruction into a standard successor of the ruthless Dao: seemingly delicate, but strong enough to lift a giant cauldron.

Suppressing her lustful thoughts about the chaste, icy mountain of a man, while lacking the nerve to act on them, Meng Yuan practices her swordsmanship and battles the System in her mind. One day, she happens to look back and is startled to find that her master's gaze has gradually changed.

"Why aren't you concentrating?" His warm breath brushes her ear as his arm locks around her waist.

"We'll add another hour."

?!

Hello, are you sure you're talking about sword practice?

Before she leaves to gain experience, the man with a face so beautiful it could shame gods and men wears an expression no decent man would ever show:

"Stay in the Snow Palace forever. Be with me, and your master will give you everything you want."

"...Um, Master, can we open the door before we talk?"

And to the adorable young male cultivator she meets on her travels, the young master of the Spirit Taming Sect, and the future Demon Venerable who hasn't taken human form yet, please stop staring at her so intensely...

Young man, it's not that your big sister doesn't care about you. You might not believe this, but my master is actually a gloomy male ghost with an overwhelming possessive streak.

If he finds out we did something behind his back, I can't say what will happen to me, but you'll definitely be tossed beneath Cangying Peak and torn apart in minutes.

Life is precious, and your big sister is scared...

*

In the cultivation world, over the past ten thousand years, the only person ever to come within half a step of ascension has been Dao Lord Xuanyan of the Ruthless Sword Sect.

Yiyuan attained the Deity Transformation realm, yet still couldn't find the person destined to be his tribulation of love.

Without overcoming his tribulation, he could not become an immortal.

At last, he reached the edge of the world and discovered that this place was nothing more than a storybook from another world, and that all the world's fate and fortune could only belong to its protagonist.

Forcing his way through the boundary and crossing over into the real world, Yiyuan stood among the busy traffic and towering skyscrapers, stunned...

Beep!

"If you've got a death wish, don't stand in the middle of the road and block the morning rush... Oh, hey, handsome?"

He turned and saw the person he had searched everywhere for, the one destined to be his tribulation of love, climbing out of some four-wheeled metal box:

"Hello, handsome. I'm Meng Yuan."

Yiyuan took the hand she offered and smiled with satisfaction.

"I'm your Dao companion."

Reading guide:

My take on cultivation has no Great Ascension realm. After Deity Transformation comes Tribulation Transcendence.

Happy ending, happy ending, happy ending!

When there's a ranking list, updates follow it; without one, updates are every other day. After going premium, updates are generally at midnight. I'll let you know if I can't update. This is a new writer, so please be gentle~

The following includes upcoming novels

The Tianying Sect and the Wuwang Palace were the two most renowned immortal sects in the world. Later, after a childhood-sweetheart marriage pact that caused a sensation across the Six Realms, they grew as close as one family.

...Actually, that isn't quite accurate. At least Ning Qingge herself doesn't believe that Huan Qi married her entirely of his own free will.

Ning Qingge, senior sister of the Wuwang Palace, was born with eyes full of affection and compassionate brows. A red mole sat between her brows, and she cultivated a transcendent, Buddha-like nature of mercy for all living beings.

Huan Qi, sect master of the Tianying Sect, had sharply defined features, sword-like brows, and star-bright eyes. His lips often curled with scorn, and he treated everyone with three parts impatience, as though they weren't worth his contempt.

Still, his obnoxious air had never actually gotten him stabbed. After all, no one in their right mind would willingly attack the foremost swordsman, whose limits were unknown.

As a transmigrated wandering soul from another world, the being most feared in this fantasy realm, Ning Qingge was even less likely to be foolish enough to seek her own death by going after him.

They lived together in a marriage of convenience for decades, blandly ignoring each other. Then the war between gods and demons came to a triumphant close with the righteous side's complete victory, and the Six Realms were astonished to discover that the War God sect master whom no one dared provoke...

had been quietly cuckolded!!!

Senior Sister Ning, who had always been detached from worldly concerns, free of earthly attachments, and withdrawn from the world, went mad to protect the Demon Venerable who had thrown the world into chaos. She even nourished his body with her purest heart's blood, keeping watch by his ice coffin every day as she waited for him to wake.

The Tianying Sect was dumbstruck, the Wuwang Palace held its breath, and the Six Realms got their sunflower seeds, tea, and little stools ready to watch the drama.

Caught between two impossible choices, Ning Qingge racked her brains and finally worked up the courage to propose that she would cripple her own cultivation and be expelled from the Wuwang Palace in exchange for a divorce from Huan Qi.

She had never expected her husband in their marriage of convenience to react so strongly: he spat out a mouthful of blood, then swept away the entire mountain where he had been in seclusion with a single palm strike...

"Be good," he said, blood at the corner of his mouth and phoenix eyes raised. He looked even more like a demon than the Demon Venerable.

"Stay by my side forever..."

"Or we die together."

The following is the second upcoming novel

The overworked office drone Yuan Zhaoning had a miserable life in the modern world. Then, in a single day, she won the lottery of reincarnation:

She was the only beloved daughter of an emperor who centralized all power and an empress who had found true love. Born into a life of privilege, she could see nothing but smooth sailing ahead. She wasn't even assigned any transmigration mission, leaving her free of burdens.

Under these circumstances, the only things that kept her from committing crimes and bullying men were the simple conscience forged by a quality education and a deep-seated reverence for the criminal code.

Unfortunately, her aunt, Princess Cheng Yu, was Great Qi's most notorious lecher. Yuan Zhaoning had grown up hearing all about her, and came to believe that she at least couldn't afford to lose to the ancients when it came to open-mindedness.

So, after carefully choosing and sifting through the candidates, she picked Nie Shang, her radiant, noble, beautiful companion to her Crown Prince brother, as the first glorious young blade of grass she would trample in her fun-filled adult life.

At last, on the night of her coming-of-age ceremony, she lured him into bed. They rolled around together until the bed was a mess, their strength spent, lost in lovemaking and oblivious to the world... Just after dawn, as she drifted in and out of sleep, a sudden "beep" sounded in her muddled mind.

"Check-in successful!"

The System finally arrived:

"Sorry, Host, I got caught in traffic on the way. I'm now assigning you your transmigration mission. Please help the innocent, sunshine-like heroine of this restrictive novel win the love and affection of the male lead Crown Prince, the second male lead, the Crown Prince's companion, the third male lead, the young marquis, and all the other male supporting characters! Failure will trigger the world's will to erase you!"

Yuan Zhaoning was struck as if by lightning... What the hell was this System talking about?

She was lying in Nie Shang's arms, their bodies bare and pressed together. She turned to meet his foxlike eyes, full of laughter and utterly captivating. She dodged his passionate kiss, desire impossible to hide, and cried out in dismay:

"Um, well, put your pants on. You can leave now."

As Nie Shang's tender affection slowly turned to menace before her eyes, Yuan Zhaoning still had no idea how deep a thorn she had planted in his heart.

*

When she finally tracked down the heroine, Xu Mingyao, and went outside the palace herself to invite her into the story, Xu Mingyao was holding a long, slender boning knife and expertly demonstrating how to butcher an ox at the largest restaurant in the capital.

"What? Crown Princess?" Xu Mingyao washed her hands and looked at her, bewildered.

"Oh, you could also choose to be a government official's wife or a marquis's wife."

The sunshine heroine briskly waved her off. "I'm already married. My husband is gentle, considerate, and utterly faithful. Since you paid me, I won't report you for disrespecting the throne. Please leave!"

With the heroine refusing to do her job, Yuan Zhaoning was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing in circles. The System, unconcerned with making matters worse, came up with a terrible idea:

"Host, why not be the heroine yourself?"

"What the hell are you talking about? If you hadn't been late, the story wouldn't have gone this far! Nie Shang hates me now, okay?"

The System brazenly replied, "A love-and-hate entanglement is more interesting."

"But the Crown Prince is my brother!"

"Not by blood, not by blood."

"The young marquis is a rugged brute. He's not my type."

The System began to sweat. "Your preferences can be explored."

"...Where's your ancestral grave? I want to explore it too."

After becoming the heroine, or perhaps even before she became the heroine, the fate of Yuan Zhaoning, the emperor's cherished daughter, unknowingly slid toward an unpredictable abyss...

Theme: Women resisting social conditioning