A Dog Stole My Magical Treasure

Tu Pi was transported to a rural village where boys were valued over girls, with a hellish fate in store for her. When she was a little older, she would be sold.

That day, a fine rain fell beneath a hot, hazy sky.

An immortal appeared in the rain, moving with the wind and falling drops.

Silver hair fell to their ankles, a longbow slung across their back. Their features were so beautiful they seemed unreal, their long lashes white as snow, their eyes pale as clear glass.

The silver-haired immortal leaped lightly down from a tree and held out a hand to her.

"Be my disciple."

That was how Tu Pi gained a master.

Her master "bought" her.

Then her master, who had not a penny to their name, sold the snow-crystal sword tassel passed down from their grandmaster for three thousand years.

All to have a new outfit made for her and give her a proper meal.

At dusk,

her master's fingertips dripping with blood, they carried her out of the quiet village where she had grown up.

The night-blooming flowers were in full bloom, their scent so thick it was like that of a corpse.

Lying on her master's shoulder, Tu Pi said guiltily, "I'm not worth that many top-grade spirit stones."

"You're priceless," her master said.

But once they reached Lingxu Mountain, everything changed.

Tu Pi knew her master had a beloved medical cultivator, and had lit the entire courtyard with Everlasting Day lamps for her.

Her master's promise to protect their disciple was only half kept.

They maintained a twisted master-disciple relationship.

By day, the master disciplined the disciple. By night, the disciple "disciplined" the master.

But at night, Tu Pi often failed to discipline her master.

The sect's secret art was the Harmonious Wind, Myriad Blossoms Mirror.

Her master held back and refused to teach it to her, constantly putting her down and hurting her, never letting her grow stronger.

Love turned to hatred in Tu Pi's heart.

She resolved to make the divine sword Seven Kills acknowledge her as its master. She would establish her own sect.

By a twist of fate, the Seven Kills Sword ended up in the dantian of Gu Wo Jian, a disciple of the Fanyin Sect.

Gu Wo Jian: ...I can explain.

Tu Pi: ...

At the same time, the heavenly-grade painting Gu Wo Jian had set her sights on burrowed into Tu Pi's brow.

Then it rubbed against her.

Tu Pi: Gu Wo Jian, draw your sword

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All female characters are paired with women, all couples are each other's first and only partners. Lots of twists.

Theme: Never fear the powerful. Are kings and nobles born to their station?