After Faking My Death, My Aloof Master Went Mad

Yun Lian was Lu Qianxue's disciple, whom he had raised for ten years. He was certain that beyond the bond between master and disciple, he felt nothing else for his beloved student.

He had watched her grow from a frail little girl who barely reached his knees into a young woman with rosy cheeks, jade-white skin, and eyes like cold stars.

He had watched her grow up. He could only feel gratified and happy to see her mature.

And yet, there were always so many men around her... while he, as her master, could only watch her from the shadows.

Again and again, he told himself he was merely paying her a little too much attention and indulging her a little too much, nothing more than a master's care.

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Yun Lian had once asked him. The pretty young woman in green propped herself up languidly, looked at him, and asked,

"Master, do you like me?"

At the time, he had only frowned and replied coldly,

"Don't be ridiculous."

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Only on the day his young disciple died did Lu Qianxue learn what it meant to be consumed by hatred, and to lie awake, burning with love.

He forced himself countless times to remember how he had caused her death, even as he let a sharp sword pierce his palm.

Not long afterward, word spread that Lu Qianxue, sect leader of Jiuqing Mountain, had suddenly left without a word and vanished without a trace. Later, someone claimed to have seen a white-haired figure in white robes, looking forlorn and disheveled, with lifeless eyes. When they went closer, they were astonished to find the figure bore an eight-tenths resemblance to Sect Leader Lu of Jiuqing Mountain.

But how could the usually dignified and immaculate Sect Leader Lu appear in such a state? It must have been nothing more than a rumor.

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After reuniting with her master, Yun Lian always felt there was something strange about him. The man who had once been so aloof now stared fixedly at her, never allowing her gaze to stray from him for even a moment.

"Lian'er, your eyes must always be on me."

His fingers brushed against her lips as he spoke slowly.

He had never done anything like that before.

Yun Lian felt a little unnerved, but the man's hand around her waist, holding her captive, made one thing perfectly clear.

She would never get the chance to escape, not even by a single step.

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*What should I do? My master went mad after I faked my death. He says he loves me, but he's my master.

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Coming soon: Do You Have to Be a Beloved by All to Cultivate the Unfeeling Dao? The heroine is mistaken for an aloof beauty, but she's actually a dazed, expressionless, cold-faced cutie. Master and disciple, faux siblings, heiress x arrogant hero.

Troublesome pest, little nuisance, impossible brat.

That was how he described her.

But she was also his only disciple.

Now, at long last, he swallowed the blood in his throat and understood completely.

It was because his heart harbored distracting thoughts.

And so his Dao heart could never be perfected.

The man known to the world as the Sword Venerable, who was said to have cultivated the Unfeeling Dao to perfection, thought:

To him, his only disciple was the distracting thought he could neither let go of nor allow himself to have.

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In everyone's eyes, Junior Sister Shi of the Sword Sect was like jade and frost, a figure to be admired from afar in a crowd.

But only the Sword Venerable knew that his disciple was simply ignorant of worldly ways.

At certain times, she left him utterly speechless.

Why did dual cultivation require kissing?

She didn't say it aloud, but he read the meaning in her clear eyes as she looked at him.

She had always been fearless in her ignorance, but he no longer dared look at her.

He covered her eyes and deepened the kiss. The Sword Venerable closed his own eyes, keeping the words in his heart unspoken as well.

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Even a child you raised from a young age must be sent out to gain experience.

It had taken him a great deal of effort to convince himself, but he never expected it to become the decision he would regret most.

After returning from her travels, Shi Yu always felt she had forgotten something. Her master told her they were unimportant, unpleasant memories.

He had made her forget them.

When her master said this, his voice was unusually grave, and beneath it lay an anger he had hidden very well.

She thought for a moment, then said,

"If it was unimportant, then forgetting it isn't a big deal."

At last, her master smiled with satisfaction and relief.

So when she met that strange, gloomy young man, she said the same thing to him.

She didn't linger. After speaking, she walked right past him under the gaze of his dark eyes and left without looking back.

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A male cultivator claiming to be her older brother, another claiming to be her fiance, and all sorts of strange people kept appearing around Shi Yu. She thought about it seriously for a while.

Then she asked her master,

"Master, does my face look a lot like other people's?"

Was this what the storybooks called an ordinary face? she wondered.

Her gaze was clear and innocent as she looked at him, but the Sword Venerable found it harder and harder to bear.

Theme: Punish evil and promote good.