The Sword Master Pursues Me Relentlessly

Duan Yunshui has practiced cultivation since he was a child. At 18 years old, he went into the secret realm, searching to suppress the backlash from his cultivation. But then, he accidentally slept with the emotionally cold Sword Master.

Duan Yunshui never thought he’d meet him, but he was first promoted to an elite disciple and then sent to the Sword Sect as an undercover agent. The timid Duan Yunshui thought he was a small follower who’d never run into the Sword Master. Not long after he entered the sect, he was chosen by the Sword Master to become his personal disciple.

Since then, Duan Yunshui has been afraid. On one hand, he had to use the Sword Master to solve his backlash, but on the other hand, he was scared of being discovered by the Sword Master.

Until one day, he used an illusion technique and thought he deceived the Sword Master to solve his backlash again. But the Sword Master grabbed his wrist and said, “You still need more practice with the illusion technique your master has taught you.”

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When Duan Yunshui failed his undercover mission and ran away from the Sword Master overnight, the Sword Master chased him relentlessly. Regardless of where he ran, the Sword Master would always follow him. Duan Yunshui wanted to cry but had no tears. He couldn’t beat him and couldn’t get rid of him. But gradually, he found the scoundrel Sword Master’s protection of him seemed a bit over the top.

He protected him everywhere, gave him whatever he wanted, and even carried him from time to time in fear he would suffer the smallest grievance. 

Didn’t he want to kill him because he deceived him? 

This script is wrong! 

Duan Yunshui was so frightened that he ran away overnight again, but his backlash flared up, and the Sword Master caught him to go back.

The Sword Master’s eyes and the tip of his eyebrows showed his anger, and he coldly asked, “Who else are you looking for to resolve your backlash?”

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Inside the Sword Sect, the white-haired Sword Master held Duan Yunshui, who was dressed in bright colors and had a beautiful face. He grabbed his dangling feet and, looking at the bare ankle, his eyes slightly shifted.

Duan Yunshui trembled reflexively, turned his head, looked at the white-haired Sword Master with watery eyes, and called out: “Jian Yu…”

The white-haired Sword Master wrapped his bare feet with the hem of his long clothes and replied in a low voice: “I’m here.”