The Day I Became Master’s Companion

Becoming the Dao Companion of my master was basically a death sentence. Once it happened, there was no way out. Lin Langyao felt completely trapped, with no escape from Wen Chaoxuan’s grip. He sank into despair.

Lin Langyao’s entire life boiled down to two things: causing trouble, and getting disciplined by his master.

Becoming the Dao Companion of one’s Master? That’s practically a dead end.
A lifetime of being tightly bound, never able to escape Wen Chaoxuan’s grasp — Lin Langyao felt utterly hopeless.

Lin Langyao’s life consisted of only two things:
causing trouble, and getting disciplined by his master.
Wen Chaoxuan’s life also consisted of only two things:
cleaning up the messes his disciple made, and disciplining his disciple.

…

Years later, Lin Langyao, who once only ever dreamed of escaping, now carefully approached the man who had always felt out of reach — stepping over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, sword in hand.

He said:

“You can’t just leave me like this. I’m the one you chose. I’m your disciple. And I’m also… your Dao companion.”

A master-disciple romance with an older top.
Cold, strict, and enduring Master Gong × Bold, unruly, and proud Disciple Shou.

The master is really strict.
The disciple is really mischievous.
Not suitable for anyone with control-related fetishes.

Wen Chaoxuan’s life? Just two things as well: cleaning up his disciple’s messes, and disciplining said disciple.

…

Many years later, the same Lin Langyao—who once wanted nothing more than to escape—approached that distant, untouchable man with a sword in hand, carefully making his way through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

He said:
“You can’t just leave me like this. You chose me. I’m your disciple. I’m also… your Dao companion.”