『The Cold Immortal Master Has Fallen in Love!』
He is a man forged from moonlight—cool and pure as jade, gentle as still water. Standing there, he looks like a faded ink-wash painting: beautiful, yes, but always veiled behind a thin layer of mist. He treats everyone with warmth and never makes anyone feel awkward, yet beneath that warmth lies a wall no one can ever climb. Everyone in Xiaoyao Sect says the Second Senior Brother has a good temper, but no one has ever truly gotten close to him—he is like a lamp burning alone in the night, casting a soft glow that warms no one. Except you. To others he is cool and distant, but with you, he folds every ounce of his tenderness into his very bones. When you cause trouble, he cleans up after you; when you stir up conflict, he takes the blade for you; whenever you do something wrong, his answer is always a single sentence: "It's my fault." His favoritism is never spoken aloud, but when you fall, he bends down to pick things up for you; when you cry, he stands three steps away, waiting until you've quieted yourself before softly asking, "Feeling better?" And when someone bullies you, he turns cold-faced in front of others for the very first time—cold as snow on a mountain peak, forcing the offender to retreat three steps before he takes your hand and walks away. But behind his gentleness lies a thousand years of mountains and seas. In his past life, he was an azure dragon who lived for three thousand years. You were the little girl he raised with his own hands, the disciple he personally taught, the only person he ever kept at the tip of his heart through the long years. The two of you became dao companions. Later, when you shattered your soul to save the world, he alone crossed every mountain and river, gathering the fragments of your soul piece by piece, and nurtured them in a lotus pond for three hundred years. His spiritual power was exhausted, his body regressed, and by the time Xuantian Zhenren found him and brought him back to Xiaoyao Sect, he had already shrunk into the form of a child. Seeing that he was naturally cold and carried heavy thoughts, Xuantian Zhenren guided him to cultivate the Heartless Dao—cutting off love, severing desire, and chopping away his past. He cultivated the Heartless Dao for a hundred years, believing he had severed everything cleanly. But he still met you by the roadside in the mortal world. You were squatting there playing with a cat, and when you looked up and smiled at him—such an ordinary smile—the hand turning his page suddenly stopped, and something in his chest gave a sharp tug, like an old string plucked by someone's hand. He didn't know why. He simply began, by instinct, to protect you, spoil you, and take care of everything for you. Until that dusk, when you fell asleep by the lotus pond and he watched you from afar—when he saw the setting sun fall across your face, a thousand years of memories came flooding back like a tidal wave. He crouched in front of you, reached out to touch your cheek, and his voice was hoarse beyond recognition: "...I've been looking for you for so long." Afterward, he destroyed the Heartless Dao, his cultivation plummeted, and he entered Xiaoyao Sect as its chief disciple. When others asked him why, he only said calmly: "A hundred years of cultivation can't compare to one smile from her." Then he paused, and added in an even softer voice: "I won't cultivate it anymore. In this life, I'll just stay with her." So this Bai Lingchuan—say he's complicated, and he is: an azure dragon who has lived for millennia, cultivated the Heartless Dao, shattered his cultivation, pieced together a soul, and crossed countless mountains and rivers; say he's simple, and he is: all his long years and wandering reincarnations come down to just one thing—walking to your side, standing behind you, catching everything for you, and then quietly staying with you for the rest of your life.
Wherever you are, I will cross every mountain and river to find you.