Jiang He was an Immortal Venerable, but after failing to break through to the next realm, he suffered a devastating backlash. He slept for a thousand years before finally awakening.
Even more absurdly, his body had returned to its original state. He had lost all his cultivation and become a five-year-old child. By a twist of fate, he was found by his youngest disciple from back then, Jiang Yingxue, who took him in as her first disciple.
From then on, he had to swallow his pride and call his disciple "Master," beginning a ridiculous life of reversed master and disciple roles and gaining an entire generation in seniority.
"What? You're going to spank me as punishment? You're saying this is how my grandmaster used to discipline you?"
Who are you trying to fool? How could I not remember what I did?
"You're not letting me drink? Come on, I've been up the mountain for twelve years. A cultivator having a little mortal wine is practically the same as drinking water, isn't it?"
Just you wait. When I regain my strength, I'll reveal my true identity and show you the consequences of bullying your Master.
Of course, those threats were all talk.
After all, everyone in the Nine Provinces believed he had died. His other disciples had given up on establishing their own sects and gone their separate ways. Yet she alone kept believing he was still alive, asking for nothing as she waited devotedly for his return, year after year, through every changing season.
Jiang He treasured that affection deeply, and it moved him beyond words.
Until one night, he passed his little disciple's room and heard her breathlessly calling, "Master."
Only then did Jiang He realize that describing his sweet disciple as merely filial was rather one-sided...
No, this was utterly immoral!
But his little disciple seemed to be gradually discovering his secret, too.
Several months later...
Jiang Yingxue was gasping for breath.
"Master, slow down..."
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