Everyone said that the Demon Lord Shen Jingxing hated his master to the bone, and had gone mad guarding a white jade coffin for three hundred years. Then, when the Soul-Lamp lit up, he returned to the time before it all began. The aloof and otherworldly Immortal Lord Shen Di was curled up in the snow.
“What’s your name?”
“...Bu, Bu Qingchu.”
“Good. From today on, I’ll take care of you.”
He fed him the sweetest honey, taught him the fiercest swordsmanship, and spoiled him until he became a child who threw tantrums, was picky about food, and feared the dark. Yet on every night when the Heart-Locking Seal flared up, he watched him tremble in agony and asked himself again and again: What, exactly, was behind all this hatred that had lasted three hundred years? Then came the day the immortal sects laid siege. His master, with his memories restored, pointed a sword at Shen Jingxing’s throat. “Wretched disciple, you imprisoned me, deceived me, and raised me into this... What is it you want?” Shen Jingxing smiled and grasped the blade, letting its sharp edge sink into his heart. “I want you to hate me, resent me, and remember me.”
“I want you to be the moon that never melts in my coffin...”
“The peach blossom that never fades in my heart.” [High-impact twists edition] Core
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