The Thousand-Layer Schemes of the Sickly Beautiful Master

Yun Shuchen was a respected elder, graceful and charming, beautiful and wealthy, she was a rare person in the cultivation world.

The only bad thing was that although her cultivation was powerful, her body was frail, delicate and soft, like Xi Shi with weak willow swaying in the wind, she could catch a cold eight times a year.

As the only disciple of He Yi Peak, Qing Zhuxue worried endlessly—she fanned her Master in the summer, added warmth in the winter, gave more clothes when cold, eased the heat when hot, fed medicine on time, and strove to be a good disciple with twenty-four filial acts.

Her Master coughed at midnight and could not fall asleep, Qing Zhuxue held her in her arms and coaxed her to sleep through the night.

Her Master toiled over sect affairs and became so exhausted that her face turned pale. Qing Zhuxue frowned and could not stand to watch, so she voluntarily took over all internal and external matters.

Her Master could not fight, she covered her lips and coughed bl00d, her eyes shimmered with watery light. Qing Zhuxue looked frightened and drew her long sword, letting her point where to strike.

Until one day, Qing Zhuxue suddenly realized.

It was all schemes.

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Yun Shuchen cast a divination and picked up a great opportunity.

She thought it would be some heavenly treasure.

Unexpectedly, it was a little unlucky star who at the age of eight had already brought death to her entire family, with lightning tribulations one after another.

Later, it made her lose energy, lose money, lose half of a peak, and she almost went bankrupt.

In the end she even lost her heart.

As time passed, the little unlucky star had already grown into a graceful young woman. Her brows and eyes were cold, her white clothes fluttered, her swordsmanship was natural and shocked the whole world. Within the sect, everyone praised the Senior Sister as a proud daughter of heaven, with the appearance of ascending to immortality.

She was like flying snow from the heavens, pure and clean, falling fully into the mortal world.

It was just a pity that she was cold enough, at such a young age she did not understand romance and stubbornly never opened her heart.

The rebellious disciple in the storybooks who defied her Master, in reality was a straightforward obedient disciple who worried her.

——There was a rumor that from then on, the already sickly Peak Master of He Yi Peak became even more delicate and weak, to the point that she could not live without her disciple.