A little cosmic horror
On Xiaosong Mountain, Chang Yun and her master have only each other.
Her master is the best master in the world. She’s always saying things Chang Yun doesn’t understand, like:
“How did I transmigrate into an evil cultivator novel? Boo-hoo, my life is so miserable.”
“They’re definitely here to kill us and steal our treasures. No way, I have to strike first!”
Chang Yun looked at the sect’s bare, empty buildings and scratched her head in confusion.
Her master is the most powerful master in the world. When she fights, she summons either shooting stars or showers of fire. Usually, the enemy is wiped out before they even get the chance to speak.
But after killing them, her master always holds Chang Yun and cries.
“They’re really so scary. Boo-hoo, my life is so miserable.”
Chang Yun looked at the mountaintop her master had sliced off with a single sword strike and scratched her head in confusion.
Her master’s eyesight isn’t very good, either. Sometimes she mistakes an enemy’s guts for a soft sword and pulls them out, only to exclaim that it’s an awfully long sword.
Standing in the pool of blood, Chang Yun hears someone call her master a demonic cultivator.
Her master also likes to grow all sorts of strange organs. Sometimes she picks Chang Yun up with seven or eight tentacles and hangs her in the air.
Her master cheerfully asks her how the sword energy she’s cultivated is coming along.
But no matter what her master is like, she’ll always be the master Chang Yun loves most.
Theme: Hard work brings rewards
