The Obsessed Junior Disciple Came Again Tonight

Ming Yueyi had a junior disciple.
He was delicate, fragile—like a finely wrought butterfly sealed within a glass cabinet. He treated everyone with kindness, but toward her, he gave his very heart and soul.

Yet this oh-so-gentle junior would appear every night without fail, sitting upon her meditation couch. Beneath him coiled a snow-white serpent’s tail, scarlet tears beading at the corners of his eyes as he pulled out his heart and lungs, pitifully holding them out for her to kiss, begging only to trade for this night.

Ah, I forgot to mention—her junior was sick. He came every night.
So in the beginning, she killed him.

But he was like a ghost that could never die. By the next morning, he would be waiting obediently at the sect gates, sitting there as though nothing had happened. And when night fell, he came again.

Day after day, until her numb heart wavered and she finally answered him.

At last, satisfaction lit his eyes as his serpent’s tail twined around her ankle, sticky kisses fell, and in a trembling, fevered, sickly voice he whispered:

“Shijie, I’ve waited so long for you.”

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He was born a demon, always yearning to disguise himself as a normal human.
So he took a master. So he gained a senior sister.

He respected her. Admired her.
But she, because his cultivation surpassed their eldest senior brother’s, bound him in chains of spirit-sealing iron, locking him away.

But he was born a demon—he had no spiritual power at all. Breaking chains was laughably easy.
Yet the moment he shattered them, his drunken shijie mistook him for their eldest brother.

From then on, he believed he had become hers alone—her plaything, her possession.
But after that night, she never came again.

One year. Two years. Three years. Ten years…

Only later did he learn—on the day his eldest brother transcended his tribulation, his shijie had already died.

It didn’t matter. He would tear apart the heavens themselves to return, to find her, to cling to her once more.

That night—
The youth was exquisitely beautiful, black hair spilling like clouds, vertical serpent’s pupils fixed with obsession on the distant figure of his shijie. Step by step, he entered her courtyard.

Shijie… tonight as well, I’ve waited in my room, obediently, for you.