My Master and Senior Brother Are Fighting Over Me

[Don’t read this. The original premise ran away, then the later attempt to rein it in went too far. I got carried away writing an angst-filled love story.]

Yu Yaozhuo loved her life as it was. She had a master who doted on her, a senior sister who indulged her, and senior brothers who played with her.

Until an accident left her under the influence of a love gu, and she kissed someone. When she awoke, her senior brother’s tearful face was the first thing she saw.

From then on, her life was turned upside down.

Ten lashes and a lifetime of honor were traded for a marriage contract. Ling Quan knelt with his head bowed, no longer bearing any trace of his youthful spirit.

He told her about the feelings he’d had for her since they were young, and the guilt he carried. He begged her to say yes and let him become her Dao companion.

Yaozhuo agreed.

But on their wedding night, the gu poison struck again, and the one who pulled her into his arms wasn’t her senior brother.

And later, whenever the poison became unbearable, he wasn’t the only one who shared her bed.

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Yu Yuniè was as bright and noble as the moon, with white hair and white robes that made him look like an immortal banished from heaven.

All his life he had been cold and detached, and the little warmth in his heart belonged only to the girl he had raised.

He loved her as a father would, and all he wanted was for her to live a safe and happy life.

It wasn’t until the girl was afflicted by a love gu and her burning lips pressed against his that he realized she had been hiding her love for him deep in her heart.

Because he loved her... he could not “love” her.

But later, in a cave beneath the mountain, the two of them were trapped together.

Yaozhuo’s love gu flared again, and she drifted in and out of consciousness. Just as she had the first time, she kissed his lips.

Yu Yuniè dodged in panic. Yaozhuo clutched his robes and called out, “Senior Brother, help me...”

Yu Yuniè tightened his arm around her. His trembling red eyes reflected the young woman’s flushed, yearning face.

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

He lowered his head and met her lips.

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Ling Quan had made a name for himself at a young age, his swordsmanship renowned throughout the Nine Provinces. Proud all his life, he loved only the girl who had once given him a new life.

Even though she didn’t love him.

But later, his obsession turned to madness, and he could no longer hold back.

When Yaozhuo mistook him for the person she’d kissed in her confusion, he chose to play along.

Ling Quan had thought that one day he would finally win the girl’s attention. Instead, on the night of their wedding, his master suddenly barged in.

The girl in his arms was distracted, reaching out to the other man and calling sweetly, “Master...”

And so, after that, golden locks wound around her ankles, and red candles warmed the bed curtains.

He kissed the dazed woman in his arms, then looked up at Yu Yuniè, who had arrived covered in blood, and sneered. “It’s been a while. I never thought my master, so noble and radiant, would still enjoy watching his disciple’s love affairs.”

[The Xuanying Sect Gazette]

The Xuanying Sect had a master and disciple. The master was a model of noble grace, and the disciple was full of youthful spirit.

To all onlookers, they respected their master and cherished their disciple, and got along harmoniously.

But why...

On the disciple’s wedding night, did the master burst into the bridal chamber, his face flushed, and shortly afterward stumble out carrying... the disciple’s bride?!

When the young couple went down the mountain to train, why did the master quietly show up and knock on their inn-room door just as they were exchanging sweet nothings?

Whenever the junior sister’s poison flared, why did the two men fight over who would go into her room, then tumble out together, followed by her as she hurriedly tied her sash and tried to break up the fight?

During master-and-disciple training, why did the sword cultivators abandon their sword techniques and fight barehanded, trading punch after punch?!

Everyone: ...

Wait.

What happened to the noble, radiant master and the spirited young disciple?

What happened to the deep bond between master and disciple, and the young married couple?

Why do they both look like resentful husbands?

Yu Yaozhuo: I’d like to know too. 0.0

#I treat my master and senior brother as cultivation furnaces. Is that disrespecting my elders?#

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A stage-by-stage 1v1 romance.

Not a conventional cultivation novel. Please don’t overanalyze the setting.

While the heroine remains in a relationship with her senior brother, there will be no inappropriate relationship or romantic portrayal between her and her master. That will only begin after the marriage ends.

The heroine will not have a physical relationship with her master while she remains in a relationship with her senior brother.

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Coming soon. Please add it to your collection~

The Supporting Character Chooses to Fake Her Death After Flirting with a Sickly, Possessive Man

Mo Chu transmigrated into a male-oriented novel as the male lead’s cannon-fodder cousin. The only way she could return home was to win over the male lead.

She had no parents and lived under someone else’s roof, adrift like duckweed on the water.

Everyone she could see had no facial features, making them terrifying beyond words.

Only the male lead, Xie Qingyan, had a striking face and was gentle and considerate. Silver bells circled his ankles, chiming with every step, and he seemed like an immortal.

He was not only her target, but her sole support in this strange world.

But only later did Mo Chu learn that he was a demon wearing human skin, a vicious wolf with shackled feet.

He was a prison she would do anything to escape.

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The day she saw through that false, benevolent mask, a pair of cold shackles also closed around Mo Chu’s wrists.

Only then did she realize the man before her was the male lead’s younger brother, Xie Que, the one everyone avoided at all costs.

He had mistaken her attempts to win him over for genuine affection, and the closeness she had shown him as love.

He imprisoned her body, tried to destroy her mind, and wanted to make sure she could never leave him, body or soul.

Xie Que gripped the foot she kicked at him in terror and said, “Chuchu, you love me. Have a child for me.”

Mo Chu forced her trembling lips to still and scoffed. “Humans and beasts can’t have children.”

Xie Que’s eyes were pitch-black, yet his smile was almost childlike. “What if I insist?”

After confirming that her escape was imminent, Mo Chu smiled in relief. “Then I’d rather die.”

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After setting the Xie estate on fire, the System finally did its job and sent her to the real male lead.

The real deal, Xie Qingyan, was a true gentleman, genuinely kind and gentle. But the faint sense of familiarity in his features still filled Mo Chu with dread.

The Lantern Festival, her beloved’s birthday, the perfect time for a confession.

Mo Chu had planned to make a big leap in her progress with him that day.

But among the shifting shadows, she saw a face that had kept her awake at night.

Beneath the fading lanterns, the firelight of the past illuminated his face.

Xie Que, who should have perished in the sea of flames, smiled as he walked slowly toward her...

“We agreed to go to the underworld together. Why did you lie to me, Miss Mo?

“I told you, Chuchu. I want you to think of me in every life, for all eternity. I want you never to escape me.”

“Your heart longs for me.” Xie Que pressed a finger to her lower abdomen, which spasmed with fear. “And your body says it wants me too.”

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Theme: No matter how they are born or what talents they have, every child has limitless potential and a bright future. Don’t give up on them too easily.