Master is old chapter 3

Chapter 3! I was just wondering if you guys are enjoying this story because I saw that the its ratings are really bad on novelupdates haha. I don't think this story is fantastic but I do think it's a short and cute story nonetheless and wanted to share it with everyone. I'm not sure, is it the story itself or my translations? Anyway, for those of you who do like it, enjoy~

Chapter 3

I stopped accepting disciples, even if this youth had a face more attractive than the Qinghan I first met.

Thinking about the past made me lose my appetite.

The person opposite me carefully observed my expression and asked with concern, “What’s the matter?”

Master is old Chapter 2

I finished translating faster than expected so here you go! But I think the rest of the chapters will still stick to a weekly schedule. Also, please point out any mistakes, thanks!

Chapter 2

Actually, about a hundred years ago, I also once had a disciple. But that disciple died...
　　
He stole my divine sword, rebelled against me, went to settle his personal grudges and then he...

Master is old prologue and chapter 1

Hello! I'm back after more than 2 years! I'm busy refining my past translations (which made me cringe) and organising my posts.

This story is from a web novel by Jiu Lu Fei Xiang called the Master Series and it's published under the name Master Feels Stifled, the name of the first story. It is a collection of 4 short xianxia stories about Master-disciple relationships. This is the 3rd story in the collection, Master is old. There are 8 chapters and it will be a weekly release (or more) so it should take 2 months or less to be completed. After I'm done I will pick another Jiu Lu Fei Xiang story to translate cuz I love her xianxia novels.

Story 1: Master feels stifled

Story 2: Master is sick

Story 3: Master is old

Story 4: Master, let's fight

Note:

3 worlds refer to the heavenly realm, the human realm and the demon realm.

  

Prologue
　　

I was the last ancient immortal, hailed as the female War God. After fighting for half my life, when the 3 worlds were at peace, I lost my job. I've already forgotten how long I’ve lived. I’ve seen the happiness of youth, the destitution of the poor, cycle after cycle of life, over and over again. The more time passed, the less I yearned for the things of the world.
　　

I think, the day I die is not too far off.
　　

But the heavens would not let me quietly leave and insisted on throwing a new episode in my life when I was quickly approaching the grave. It was even the colour of spring...

The kind that all three worlds knew about….
　　

The kind that...
　　

made me unable to save my old face.