Two male leads + 1v1 + revenge and taking down scumbags + redemption + plot-focused
[Revenge-obsessed, unhinged man who can't cultivate ×
true lovesick younger wolf demon who cries at the drop of a hat]
The day his spiritual roots were extracted, Lin Si didn't make a sound.
He watched coldly as his senior sister cut open his dantian, and as his master's armor was spattered with his blood.
“What a waste.” Lin Si swallowed the metallic sweetness in his throat and calculated through the agony.
What happened after your spiritual roots were extracted? Which route was closest to the formation's eye? How many ribs would he have to break to crawl there?
Lin Si leapt off the cliff and crashed down with every meridian shattered. As he hovered near death, he saw a wolf cub holding medicinal herbs in its mouth and pressing them to his chest.
Lin Si sneered. “The last thing the Heavenly Dao grants me is a stupid wolf?”
Ten years later, at the night banquet on Yaoguang Peak.
His enemies mingled over wine, completely unaware that the “spiritual spring” his senior sister used for cultivation had been replaced with useless muddy water; that his master's youth-restoring pills would make him look ravishing as a demon at first, then turn him into a shriveled corpse-like ghost three months later; and that the aristocratic heirs who had framed him had been led into making enemies everywhere, leaving their family heads to bury their white-haired fathers.
Lin Si toyed with a wolf-hair brush, calculating when retribution would arrive amid the revelry.
Everything was going according to plan, except that the supposedly ferocious wolf demon kept rubbing against his palm, eyes brimming with tears as he murmured, “How did you get hurt again, gege? A-Xue will lick it clean for you...”
Lin Si rubbed the white wolf's ears, ignoring this tiny variable.
Only when Lin Si burned his soul to activate the killing formation, and the formation reversed, did he understand that their little moments together had been quietly altering the course of fate.
The wolf demon, who had taken his place as the formation's eye, licked the bead of blood from his fingertip and smiled through red-rimmed eyes. “Getting hurt is one thing, but burning your life away is out of the question.”
