[Bottom, devoted to each other, warm cultivation-fantasy slice of life, a little bedtime sweet treat]
“If Master smiles at someone else one more time, I’ll slaughter every last one of the hundred immortal sects.”
The little wolf cub he once carried out of a pool of blood now uses the tip of his sword to lift the hem of his snow-white robes.
Xi Yuanhuan transmigrated from the modern world into a novel he had read. Here, he is a sword immortal with silver hair and emerald eyes, who slays demons across the heavens. But...
He is destined to have his bones extracted and his soul refined by the Demon Venerable, who is many years younger than him.
Xi Yuanhuan promptly takes the young Demon Venerable, who has yet to turn evil, home
feeding him little sweet cakes, teaching him the supreme sword arts, and shielding him from every heavenly tribulation.
Late at night, the boy always clutches his sleeve and murmurs, “Master is the kindest person in the world to me...”
But the little disciple he cherishes more than anything has long been building a vast nest of blood in the shadows
Demonic runes crawl across the window lattice whenever Xi Yuanhuan bathes. Peach branches burst into flame without a breeze when he practices his sword. Even the spiritual crane he once praised has had its eyes gouged out!
“You taught me to be good,”
“but I was born...”
“with a thirst for blood.”
“Because I have... a second personality...”
[Sunny, warm bottom × mad, jealous top with a split personality]
