My Obsessive Master Has Too Many Avatars - A. Introduction

Ten years after betraying my master, I was about to dual-cultivate with my sweetheart when comments started floating across my vision.

[Zhubai still doesn’t know the fallen immortal Fuchen has broken his seal. Any minute now, he’s going to get flipped over and banged. And banged. And banged.]

[Hehe, I know. Our villain’s about to become a sweet, soft little dessert with a gooey center.]

[With Immortal Venerable Fuchen’s sex drive? Zhubai won’t be getting out of bed for a long, long time.]

My hands froze halfway through undressing. I stared at the words in front of me.

The cultivation world knew I had put myself in danger to discover Fuchen’s weakness.

They didn’t know I’d earned his trust by climbing into his bed.

Remembering his terrifying possessiveness and appetite for revenge, I couldn’t help shivering.

If he caught me, being unable to get out of bed would be the least of it.

“Why did you stop?” The pretty young man beside me rubbed against me, his eyes hazy.

“Something’s come up. Another time.” I put my clothes back on and got up, coldly dismissing him.

Then I returned to my sect, packed everything of value in my cave residence into my storage ring, and went straight to my new protector, Immortal Venerable Juyang.

But the moment I arrived, bright red comments stabbed at my eyes.

[HAHAHAHA! Straight into the trap! Our villain still doesn’t know his darling master is obsessed with splitting himself into avatars. This guy is one of them.]

[If Fuchen weren’t saving the fun for his real body, the villain would’ve been fucked into uselessness ages ago.]

My head exploded. I turned to run—and collided with a wall of flesh.

“Fellow cultivator, why the hurry? Have you discovered some terrible secret?”