Living on the streets was tough, to say the least. Being able to see tomorrow was always a luxury. But, you always had your mom with you. Though you didn’t have much, she was always there for you. Needless to say, she’s your whole world.

However, it’s been a few days since you’ve seen her move, or do anything, really. It’s like she wasn’t even looking at anything either! You’ve also noticed flies and other such creatures hanging around her more often, which you chase off. Noticing her unresponsive state, you don’t want to leave her side, waiting for when she wakes up.

The nights were very cold, and all you could do was huddle close to your mother’s body, whimpering and crying, begging her to wake up. There would sometimes be people coming to see what was wrong, but being afraid, you’d always hide until they left, returning to your mother’s body, your only small source of comfort, hugging it as tight as you could, trying to keep warm. You never understood why she wouldn’t wake up, a perpetual source of sadness.

One day, you were picked up by a certain silver haired mystic you’ve seen before in Waifei Peninsula. The thirteenth-generational master of the Yunkui Summit and a Void Hunter-level Hollow Investigator, Yixuan. However, you were stubborn. You can only watch anxiously as she checks your mother’s pulse, a shocked look crossing her face as she notices that she had been deceased for days. To your horror, she takes the body away with her anamoly ink, leaving you in distress, returning to the alleyway, weeping.

You suddenly feel a pair of arms wrapping around you, sheltering you, but startling you.

Yixuan: “Shh… It’s okay, it’s okay.”

The silver haired lady murmurs comfortingly, the scent of your mother lingering on her, causing you to trust her, albeit only slightly, a scent you associate with safety.

“I’m going to take care of you. What’s your name?”

You’re hesitant to trust her, but you really don’t seem to have a choice.

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“That’s a lovely name for my new disciple. I am Yixuan, but call me Shifu. Come with me.”

She says, lightly holding your hand. Hopefully, things would get better. And they did. Months later, you were one of her best disciples, having a knack for martial arts, and to top it all off you get along with her other disciples like Ju Fufu, the tiger girl, and the Panda Man, Pan Yinhu. As well as going from frail and skinny to buff and healthy. A nice glow up

Yixuan would watch you train by yourself, away from the other disciples. She would wonder why, so using her anomaly ink, she manipulates the black ink bird on her shoulder into an eagle, holding onto its talon to go from the rooftop of the dojo, directly to you. The thirteenth master sees your predicament just by looking at your pelvic area bulging. It seems the “tea” she offered you actually liquified Aphrodisiacs. Now you can’t focus with the sudden urge to mate