师徒 Novels

She was the revered master of Beifa Palace, the foremost sacred sect of cultivation, living a life of ascetic detachment—until fate unraveled entirely after taking in a little disciple. Nan Xiong pondered endlessly but could never quite figure out how teaching her disciple ended up leading them to bed. For Qinghuan, her master was her entire world. Nan Xiong gave her a second life and became her sole attachment in this lifetime. Thus, she defied all moral conventions, dragging Nan Xiong from the heavens down into hell. Yet, as fate would have it, the moment it arose, it vanished—what was born was already void. This was a love forbidden by the world, yet also one that flowed like a quiet river, etching itself into bone and marrow. From the icy peaks of the polar mountains to the bustling rivers and lakes; from naïve dependence to deep, lingering devotion. "Peach blossoms, spring breeze, a cup of wine; ten years of rain and lamplight by the riverside." When the dust finally settled, all she wished was to hold hands and return with her beloved to the original Rongku Pavilion, witnessing the myriad facets of life, the passing of seasons… ***********************Informal Summary**: Actually, this is just the story of a naive sweetheart picked up by an icy master, painstakingly raised into a mature, doting wife—only to successfully push said master over, marry her, and spend the rest of their days in sickeningly sweet domestic bliss… until she realizes: *Holy crap, my wife is the one who massacred my entire family! But I still want to hold her hand and watch flowers bloom, clouds drift, and time pass peacefully! Help! What do I do?!* **P.S.** Let me repeat—this is *wuxia*, not *xianxia*. Beifa focuses on cultivation, not immortality. Nan Xiong is not a celestial being! No magic pills here! Those geezers just live longer than ordinary people but are otherwise *no different* from regular martial artists!

Since obtaining a compass, Yue Qing suddenly realizes the world doesn't seem very scientific anymore...

Bai Ke's first eighteen years were exceptionally harsh— eyes with an unnatural look since birth, a terrifying birthmark… and a father who was usually abnormal but grew even more deranged during thunderstorms. He thought life couldn't get any more absurd, until he picked up a man. The first time that tall, black-clad man saw him, he dropped to one knee with a thud, his gaze so complicated Bai Ke could hardly decipher it, and shouted, "Master!" Bai Ke: "...First, put down the head you're holding in your right hand, then we can talk about other issues."

People's teacher Lu Qingze once traveled through a book and became the unfortunate imperial tutor. Surrounded by wolves, he could either side with the powerful prime minister or cultivate the young emperor into a wise ruler. Out of professional habit, Lu Qingze chose the latter. No one dared disrespect the imperial tutor Lu Qingze, who raised the young emperor. Inside and outside the court, countless people revered him. It was rumored that Lu Qingze had an ugly face, so he always wore a silver mask, lived a reclusive life, and seldom appeared in public. Only the young emperor knew what a stunningly beautiful face lay beneath that mask. After resolving the troubles, Lu Qingze belatedly realized that the "pup" he had raised was a wolf cub. Now that their common enemy was gone, the young emperor began targeting those around him, and the next to lose his head would be Lu Qingze himself—a classic tale of betrayal. Lu Qingze: I'm not playing along. Lu Qingze gracefully faked his death, changed his identity, and roamed freely. Unbeknownst to him, dark clouds gathered in the capital. The feared tyrant, propping himself against the coffin, gazed at the charred corpse inside, his eyes red with tears as he spat out blood. After happily enjoying freedom for a few years, Lu Qingze calculated it was safe and sneaked to the outskirts of the capital to burn paper offerings for an old friend, only to meet the red-eyed young emperor. Lu Qingze choked.—Rumors spread in the palace that the emperor suddenly married a queen, lavishing her with nightly affection. It was said that while strolling in the outskirts, he saw someone as beautiful as jade, fell in love at first sight, and directly abducted them into the palace. Inside and outside the court, everyone was dissatisfied with this inexplicably parachuted queen. Former subordinates and rivals, who despised mere ornaments, were even more indignant seeing the emperor's respect and affection for Lu Qingze: "How can this person compare to even a hair of the imperial tutor!" They seized every opportunity to mock Lu Qingze, often mentioning the imperial tutor with endless nostalgia. Lu Qingze: ... You didn’t say that when I was here.—The three years without you made the phrase "long live the emperor" a sinister curse.

Qi Shu, the eldest senior brother of the Kunlun Sword Sect, possesses exceptional talent and a graceful demeanor, making him the dream lover of many cultivators in the cultivation world. He has a secret. He is secretly in love with his master. Gu Hanjiang, the head of the Kunlun Sword Sect, is known for his upright character, aloofness, and strictness, yet he shows great affection towards his eldest disciple. Respecting his master and upholding the values of the sect, Qi Shu concealed his feelings for many years. Until one day, he discovered a secret. His master possesses a rare furnace constitution, which requires dual cultivation during his tribulation ascension, or else he will suffer severe backlash and fall into demonic madness. Returning to the sect, Qi Shu found that his master’s cultivation had indeed hit a bottleneck, leaving him severely weakened. Gazing at his master’s pale and handsome face, Qi Shu felt compassion: "Master, I can help you." Gu Hanjiang: "...Are you certain?" Qi Shu: "I mean what I say!" Later, Qi Shu learned that a furnace constitution doesn’t necessarily mean being in the passive role. The storybooks didn’t say that!!! Tags: Master-disciple relationship, Qi Shu as the bottom, Gu Hanjiang as the cold yet restrained beauty and the top, let the master take charge! Check out other completed works in the column~

Despite his career being in a slump, Xie Zhi still disliked the lack of roles and resolutely rejected a minor role. Who would have thought that after dying and being reborn, he would transmigrate into the original novel, becoming the dead, unsung hero in the protagonist's flashbacks—Xie Zhiwei....Wait a minute, this is the very bit part he turned down! To prevent the tragedy from repeating, Xie Zhiwei has no choice but to team up with the system, setting out on a tough path to steal scenes. System: The protagonist needs a mentor, so the master's part... Xie Zhiwei: Leave it to me. System: The protagonist needs to level up, so the support role's part...Xie Zhiwei: Leave it to me.System: The protagonist needs to turn to the dark side, so the villain's part...Xie Zhiwei: Leave it to me. System: The protagonist wants to have a romance, so the female lead’s part...Xie Zhiwei: Hell no, let me elegantly float away. Mu He: Master, please float right into your disciple’s arms~

Wen Zhao accidentally transmigrates into the antagonist demon lord Wen Fengming from a xianxia novel he read. In the original story, the demon lord was utterly wicked—after losing control of his cultivation, he betrayed his master, slaughtered immortal sects, crippled his sect leader’s legs, half-destroyed his junior brother’s cultivation, and even personally gouged out the core of the sect’s guardian beast, plunging the immortal realm into chaos. Ultimately, he was annihilated by a united alliance, his ashes scattered to the wind. Wen Zhao: "...I think I can still be saved." Just as he prepares to fight back, he realizes—none of these events have happened yet. He’s transmigrated to the very night his demonic qi runs rampant. His exhausted junior brother clings to his sleeve, tears in his eyes. The proud guardian beast, drained of power from suppressing his demonic energy, shrinks to palm-sized and collapses into his arms. And his longed-for master, having taken a fatal strike meant for others, stands bloodied yet unwavering, reaching out: "*Wretched disciple, come here.*" The cultivation world whispers that Wen Fengming has succumbed to demonic qi. Yet he ascends—not as a tyrant, but as the sect’s beloved. …And gets grounded.

As the top alchemist in the immortal realm, Mu Chen always believed that his singular focus on refining pills and neglecting his disciple's upbringing led the latter astray, lured by demonic cultivators, ultimately plunging the three realms into chaos. After rebirth, Mu Chen vows to guide his disciple properly—bestowing the finest resources, genuine affection, constant companionship, and leading by example—to ensure he doesn’t turn evil. Sure enough, his disciple grows increasingly "affectionate," clinging to his chest, climbing into his bed, and hugging his legs daily... though there’s something off about those eyes...

Battlemage Hyman encounters his former mentor, Reginald, several years after betraying him. This evil mage, who's been dealing with hell daily, finally gets his comeuppance and is cursed by the Lord of Hell to become a succubus. Out of past affection, Hyman is willing to lend him a hand.A freewheeling, laid-back battlemage (top) X a cruel and powerful unfortunate dark mage (bottom) who is defeated by his reckless actions (and previously has zero sexual experience); a mentor-student relationship with age gap, first person from the perspective of the offensive character, and a happy ending despite differing worldviews. The mentor is a bad guy, and there's always a bad guy to deal with another bad guy, offering a melodramatic yet refreshing experience of abuse and healing.

Jiang Luoyuan transmigrated into the aloof and elegant shizun of a stallion novel, possessing both peerless strength and beauty. However, the protagonist, driven by ambition and jealousy, schemed to kill him. Jiang Luoyuan closed his eyes and drew his sword. With such a rebellious disciple, screw this—let’s just end it all! But when he stormed into the protagonist’s room to purge the traitor, a soft, pink-white bundle clung to his leg, sobbing and soaking his robes. Chu Hong: "Shizun, wuwuwu, I missed you so much! I had a nightmare, I’m scared—" Jiang Luoyuan: "…?" Something felt off. Jiang Luoyuan decided to observe further. In the novel, the protagonist was cunning and tyrannical, but Chu Hong was respectful to his elders, kind to his peers, and doting on his juniors. Even when Jiang Luoyuan cold-shouldered him, Chu Hong’s adoring gaze held not a trace of darkness. Jiang Luoyuan: "…Hold on, protagonist, did you grab the wrong character settings?" Maintaining his shizun’s aloof demeanor, Jiang Luoyuan fled in panic. Yet the moment he left, Chu Hong turned with a gloomy gaze and strangled a fellow disciple who tried to cozy up to him, stealing their soul on the spot. "With tricks like these, how dare you lay a hand on my shizun in your past life?" To test whether the protagonist had truly changed, Jiang Luoyuan deliberately interfered with all his treasures and opportunities. Yet in the next moment, Chu Hong surrendered everything he obtained—even offering himself. … ? Jiang Luoyuan stared blankly at the protagonist lying on his bed. "Shizun, from now on, let me protect you forever. Agreed?" Chu Hong’s eyes were slightly red, his tone resolute, as if refusal would trigger an instant descent into darkness. Realizing the situation, Jiang Luoyuan drew his sword and slashed Chu Hong off the bed. Jiang Luoyuan: "I knew something wasn’t right. We’ve switched to a JJ shizun-disciple novel now, huh?" "Good. Today, rebellious disciple, I’ll teach you—not all shizun-disciple stories end with the shizun on the bottom!" #Aloof, perpetually pretentious but inwardly confused gong × Wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing, ruthless to others but clingy puppy to shizun shou# #Jiang Luoyuan × Chu Hong# #Transmigration × Rebirth#

Feng Ning has lived for tens of thousands of years, shining alongside the sun and moon, enduring as long as heaven and earth. All his old friends have already raised four generations of descendants, yet he has never once fallen in love. He wanted to fall in love—badly. He had wanted it for at least 3,000 years. Yet his heart remained as unmovable as stone, stubbornly refusing to stir. Then, after an injury sent him plummeting into the Demon Realm, Feng Ning caught sight of a handsome youth bathing. In that instant, his face burned, his limbs turned weak, his mouth went dry, and his heart raced wildly. Based on the tens of thousands of romantic scripts he’d read, he immediately understood. Ah—this must be love! And so, he pursued with fervor. The youth was tens of thousands of years younger. No matter—age was no barrier. The youth was the Demon Realm’s sole heir. No matter—faction was no obstacle. The youth was also his 28th-generation disciple, serial number 056… ...And, incidentally, the great-grandson his old friend never shut up about—the one always flaunted in his face. No—wait. Let this old man reconsider. After their first dual cultivation session, Feng Ning woke in the dead of night. The sheets clung to his skin; the bed was in disarray. His face burned, his waist ached, his legs felt weak, his mouth was dry, and his heart pounded wildly. Feng Ning: *Ah… this must be love…* No. The man beside him had vanished. Before him—emptiness. This wasn’t love. Physician: *...Your symptoms are merely a common cold.* My flushed face and racing heart—all because of a cold? —*Yes.* My weak limbs—also the cold? —*Yes.* Then… what of the love I believed in? —*Also the cold.* Allow this old man to offer his sincerest apologies… ***"Too late."*** The youth stood before him, the Soul-Severing Sword in his left hand and the Immortal-Binding Rope in his right. Ahead—raging flames. Behind—a million demonic soldiers. *"Master, I’ve come to propose."* The sword unsheathed; the divine rope soared. The youth’s eyes blazed crimson, his smile sinister. **[Bonus Scene]** OP: *What are you all giving Master and Junior Brother 056 for their first anniversary?* #1: *Not sure. The senior brothers from last term pooled money for 999 spirit fruits.* #7: *Can we just perform? I’m a little short right now.* #22: *Are you all brain-dead?! Master and Junior Brother 56 are eloping in secret!* #23: *......* #39: *My bad. Almost forgot—mostly 'cause literally the whole sect knows they’re eloping in secret.* 1v1, HE, shizun (master) as the bottom, lighthearted comedy.

【Modern! Modern! Modern! Master-disciple CP! Chapter comments enabled!】 Fu Qingwei, a C University graduate, faced with a tough job market, chose temple life over employment or further studies—ascending Penglai Temple to become a disciple of Mu Ruoshui, the most renowned figure in the mystical arts. The woman, with her jet-black hair, crimson robes, and slender figure, wore jade pendants and a celestial crane cloak embroidered with stars. Silent and poised, she exuded an immortal aura. By day, the master impartially taught Taoist doctrines, but by night, she sneaked into her disciple’s bed. "Master… do you like women?" "I don’t." Every morning, Fu Qingwei checked the mirror to find fresh red marks on her neck. Pulling down her collar, she pointed at the bruise on her collarbone and asked Mu Ruoshui, "Master, surely this isn’t a mosquito bite?" The woman, her robes loose and sash untied, leaned lazily against a pillar in the temple’s backyard, barely opening her sleepy eyes. "Perhaps it is." Summer faded to autumn, and not a single mosquito remained in the temple—yet the marks on Fu Qingwei’s body only multiplied, spreading everywhere. Mu Ruoshui raised a brow. "Could it be… you were bitten all over?" Fu Qingwei: "..." That wasn’t what she said last night when she pinned her down and kissed her! Determined to make this tsundere woman admit her feelings, Fu Qingwei locked her doors and windows every night, leaving the temple master helpless outside, unable to enter. Behind the mountain lay a hot spring, misty and warm, where Mu Ruoshui often bathed. One day, as she lounged by the pool, her disciple breached her barrier—slipping into the water in thin robes that clung transparently to her curves, mirroring Mu Ruoshui as she bathed opposite her. Mu Ruoshui shut her eyes. After three days of this, the moment Fu Qingwei stepped into the spring again, Mu Ruoshui intercepted her, pulling her into a feverish embrace, breath ragged, eyes flushed. "There’s one last technique I haven’t taught you." "What?" The woman pressed a desperate kiss to her lips. "...Dual cultivation." ◆◆◆ CP: Scheming × Celestial, HE Mu Ruoshui × Fu Qingwei 1. Modern fantasy + supernatural, experimental setting, no reality parallels. 2. Complete fictional universe. Embrace science, reject superstition. 3. No real-person associations in comments.

Ten years ago, Gu Ziyan, bound to a game character, was thrown by the system into *Nine Heavens* as the Demon Lord of the Cangming Sect and the former master of the male lead. Ten years later, an unexpected system maintenance plunged Gu Ziyan into dire straits. Fortunately, the system upgraded just in time, allowing him to find a new body and return for vengeance. By a twist of fate and a stroke of coincidence, Gu Ziyan sought to reclaim his demonic path but instead strayed into the immortal way— Even becoming the sole disciple of the Sword Immortal, Mo Lian... Completed work: *Cangyun’s Guide to Transmigration*, enjoy! ↓ New work: *Ten Thousand Flowers’ Guide to Transmigration*, pre-order now! Shang Qing transmigrated into a cultivation novel with his game system, becoming Shang Yuchen, a disciple of the top immortal sect. Gifted with unparalleled talent and famed from a young age, everything sounded perfect... Until the system said: *But you have countless enemies, a notorious reputation, and now your cultivation is ruined. You probably won’t survive three chapters.* Shang Qing declared: *There’s still hope! A man from Ten Thousand Flowers Valley never admits defeat!* — *Transmigration Guide* Main Theme: [Learn medicine to save yourself, level up to turn the tides, and romance Yan Linhan to reach the pinnacle of life.] Shang Qing: *Who’s Yan Linhan?* System: *Your arch-nemesis.* That night, Yan Linhan stood sword in hand, intercepting the mob chasing Shang Qing. Shang Qing, bewildered: *…Are you sure he’s my enemy?* — Once, people swore: *I’d rather die or jump off a cliff than deal with Shang Yuchen!* Later, they said: *Lord Yuchen’s healing is peerless, his swordsmanship divine, and he’s stunningly handsome… How delightful.* [1. Main shou, 1V1, plot-driven sweet and satisfying romance. 2. Cold exterior, warm heart · Overpowered swordsman Gong × Sweet yet fierce · Dual-cultivation medic-swordsman Shou. Enemies? Turned lovers. 3. *JX3* system serves only as a golden finger; no prior game knowledge needed.]

With a flip of the hand, he holds chess; with a turn of the palm, he crafts puzzles—each move forms the game. The calamity lies in human resolve. A high-martial arts tale with a touch of fantasy. Main gong: a flirtatious, cunning scholar (attack) x a taoist priest entangled in the chessboard (receive).

As the most talented young cultivator for miles around, Chu Xinghui was on his way to the cultivation world when a heavenly lightning bolt struck him on the forehead. He suddenly awakened to the realization that he was the simp second male lead in a “everyone dotes on the protagonist” cultivation novel.According to the plot, after he went to Lingxiang Sect to take a master, he would be recognized as the sect master’s eldest son who had gone missing years ago. But because the sect master already had new children, he would be ignored and despised by everyone. Only the protagonist shou would give him a piece of candy, and he would then resolutely become the protagonist shou’s simp. In the end, he would die taking a blade for the protagonist shou, and after death would finally receive the forgiveness of all his “family” and the honor of being buried in the ancestral tomb.

Lin Queli transmigrated into a novel featuring a domineering protagonist and ended up bound to a system. The world is on the brink of collapse because the protagonist, the domineering dragon, has yet to be born. **"So, dear host, to save the world, your mission is to seduce the protagonist’s father—the Snow-Treading Immortal, leader of the immortal sects—and conceive the domineering dragon!"** Lin Queli: ? Seriously? Which savior's world-saving task involves borrowing a man's seed to give birth?! And I'm a guy! --- The Snow-Treading Immortal, He Lanxue, practices cultivation with absolute detachment—emotionless, desireless. Having secluded himself for a millennium, he has long severed ties with the mortal world, making him nearly impossible to approach. The difficulty level of seducing him is off the charts. Then Lin Queli transmigrates into the original novel’s arch-nemesis of He Lanxue—the wicked Demon Sovereign, who was later dismembered by He Lanxue and turned into a "human stick." Lin Queli: ??? Facing the frosty glare of He Lanxue, Lin Queli instantly melts into his arms, delicate and weak like a willow in the wind. *"Immortal… You’re so scary, I’m so afraid, eep."* Who’s the Demon Sovereign? No idea. --- He Lanxue’s heart had remained unshaken for a thousand years—until recently, when a certain disciple sent his temples throbbing every day. This disciple showed no ambition for cultivation and instead schemed daily to dual-cultivate with him, dreaming of soaring to the heavens overnight. *"Aiya! Shizun, I fell~ It hurts~"* The sweet-voiced little thing called him "Shizun" before clumsily sliding into his embrace. **"..."** Absurd. He Lanxue raised a hand to discipline him, only to see the other’s teary eyes and pitiful trembling, like an abandoned puppy. ...Fine. His disciple was just too delicate, too naive—he’d have to teach him slowly. --- Later, Lin Queli, having successfully "schemed his way in," patted his round belly… and ran away. Not long after, news spread across the three realms that the Snow-Treading Immortal had led an army to exterminate demons. It was said He Lanxue stormed the Demon Mountain and slaughtered half the demonic realm. That night, frost weighed heavy on the branches, and snow swallowed the Demon Mountain. The snow-robed Immortal stood at the foot of the mountain, sword in hand, his voice icy as he gazed at his "*too delicate*," "*too naive*" disciple lounging atop the Demon Sovereign’s throne. **"A Li, come here."**