Abandoned by My Senior, I Moved Down the Mountain to Live with the Campus Belle
Lin Yuan, an orphan, spent his childhood training under the guidance of an old Taoist master, mastering both martial arts and the healing arts. His childhood friend and senior apprentice sister went down the mountain for worldly experience, promising to return in half a year. Yet, unexpectedly, she kept Lin Yuan waiting for three years. He thought she had come back to marry him and spend their lives together, only to discover intimate photos of her and her boyfriend on her phone. Heartbroken, Lin Yuan took a marriage contract left by his master, descended the mountain, and began a cohabitation life with the campus belle. As Lin Yuan grew ever stronger, he unraveled the sinister forces behind his senior sister's boyfriend. With every truth revealed, his senior sister was filled with deeper regret…
Abandoned by My Senior, I Moved Down the Mountain to Live with the Campus Belle
Deep within the Shennongjia mountains.
Lin Yuan returned to the Daoist temple like a walking corpse, his eyes brimming with sorrow.
Because just this morning, as the sun rose, his master Dao Wuyai had passed away at the age of two hundred.
“Master is gone, Senior Sister hasn’t come back—what am I supposed to do now?”
“Master said, if she doesn’t return, I should take the marriage contract and go down the mountain.”
When he arrived at the temple, he heard noises coming from the bathhouse.
There, on the cabinet, lay the latest model of the Fruit phone, prettily wrapped in a pink case.
“Senior Sister is back?” Lin Yuan was overjoyed.
His senior, Lin Jing, was the light of his life. They had grown up together, childhood sweethearts.
For her sake, Lin Yuan had once given away all the precious herbs he’d painstakingly acquired, causing his own cultivation to stagnate for five years.
“Since she’s back, I won’t need to go down the mountain. I’ll choose a day and marry her.”
The thought made Lin Yuan’s heart race with excitement.
Seeing that Lin Jing was still bathing, he gently picked up her phone and lit up the screen.
The sight of the wallpaper stunned him; his face drained of color, and his heart felt as if it had been struck by a hammer, the pain suffocating.
In the photo, Lin Jing was holding her phone with one hand, cheek pressed intimately against a handsome young man, her lips pouting flirtatiously.
“Who said you could touch my phone?”
At that moment, Lin Jing emerged from the
