The Beautiful Master Treats Me As A Substitute For His Deceased Wife

Everyone in the mortal realm knew that Daoist Master Wangshu of the Guiyuan Sect was spectacularly brilliant and uniquely gifted. Twenty years ago, for instance, she broke into the Deities’ Cave all by herself and bathed the Wujian Sect in a river of blood. Regrettably, she was severely injured in the end and went into secluded cultivation, removing herself from worldly affairs. Yet on this day, the Daoist Master suddenly emerged from seclusion and insisted on making an exception, taking a mortal who hadn’t even passed the Illusion of the Searching Heart as her personal disciple. When the disciple lacked a spiritual sword, the Master personally retrieved a Heaven grade treasure sword from the Weapon Tomb. When the disciple didn’t know how to channel spiritual energy, the Master patiently guided her energy flow and guarded her cultivation. When the disciple practiced sword techniques, the Master taught her every single movement hand in hand. Under the Master’s meticulous care, this disciple was like the bright moon breaking through the clouds, winning first place in the sect’s grand competition in one fell swoop. As a result, the entire sect held up this pair of master and disciple as role models. However, as time went on, everyone gradually realized, rather than master and disciple, these two exemplary figures seemed much more like Dao companions! When the disciple won the sword competition, the Master wrapped her arm around her waist, unwilling to let anyone else steal a glance. When the disciple faced danger in a secret realm, the Master forcibly broke through spatial boundaries, recklessly rushing to her side. When the disciple was pursued by admirers, the Master publicly announced that they would hold a Dao bonding ceremony on a chosen day. Just as the entire mortal realm was thrown into an uproar, a few older busybodies who knew of past events, eager to watch the drama unfold, privately spread rumors that the Master wasn’t actually sincere. That Heaven grade spiritual weapon was the bound life sword of the Master’s late wife. That supreme sword technique was the famous signature move of the Master’s late wife. That crimson Daoist robe was tailored in the style of the Master’s late wife’s hometown. She was merely using that disciple as a substitute for her late wife! Cong Jinyue lost her memories and had no one to rely on, right up until Jiang Xingxuan took her in as a disciple. Jiang Xingxuan treated her exceptionally well, so well that Cong Jinyue once believed their feelings were mutual. Only later did she become certain, that tender, lingering gaze of Jiang Xingxuan’s was actually peering through her outer shell, trying to reach across the endless years and the boundary between life and death to fall upon another person’s face. And so, beneath the flickering red candles, Cong Jinyue pointed her sword at Jiang Xingxuan and fled under the moon without hesitation. She would never be a substitute for her late wife. She never expected that when they met again, her fragmented soul would finally be restored. Her once pristine and noble Master, eyes brimmed with tears, threw herself into her embrace. “It has always been you. It has only ever been you.” Cong Jinyue, having recovered her memories, rubbed the space between her eyebrows. Uh oh… it looks like I’ll have to use my mouth, hands, and body to coax her properly for three days and three nights. One sentence summary: My paranoid Master harbors improper intentions toward me. Message: Old friends/lovers are irreplaceable. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: The Beautiful Master Treats Me As A Substitute For His Deceased Wife — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠