[Two male leads | 1v1 | Cultivation | Equally matched | Rivals | Falling hard | Mutual salvation | Comedy | Face-slapping | Packed with memes]
A jealous, emotionally volatile Sword Venerable gong × a pain-insensitive, unhinged Gu King shou
The Heaven’s Secrets Mirror opened, and the entire cultivation world witnessed a scene that left them stunned:
Sixty years later, the eldest disciple Shen Cixiao would be forged into a puppet sword, while the second disciple Hua Wuxie would have his bones ripped out to make a cauldron.
Everyone waited for the two sworn enemies to slaughter each other.
But then...
In the forbidden grounds behind the mountain, the two were pressed close together, though they were supposed to be hacking each other apart.
Shen Cixiao said with a cold expression, “Don’t move. Let me lean on you for a while.”
Hua Wuxie curled his lips. “Senior Brother, bite harder. I can’t feel a thing.”
One of them would suffer ruptured meridians if the other wasn’t nearby.
The other only felt alive when he was being beaten by him.
Later, on the dueling platform, Shen Cixiao ran his sword through Hua Wuxie’s shoulder, then fell to his knees first.
Holding him, covered in blood, Hua Wuxie experienced heartache for the first time:
“Shen Cixiao... It hurts. It really hurts.”
Later still, the Heaven’s Secrets Mirror shattered.
Because not only had the two of them survived, they’d also teamed up to make the chosen one of destiny cry.
Their master, Yu Linyuan, rubbed his temples. “Perhaps we’re better off without this sect.”
The Heaven’s Secrets Mirror’s scrolling comments read: [Villain survival rate: 5%... rising... System error...]
When they signed that life-bond contract, they thought they were pledging their lives.
In the end, they realized they’d given themselves to each other.
! [The author doesn’t favor either gong or shou, and tries to be fair to both. Like the characters, I argue with myself, the logic is a mess, and I only love their push-and-pull. Bring on the endless tension!]
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