My name is Song Cha, and I live up to my name, white and black.
In the Xuantian Sect, I am the most useless handyman disciple in the outer sect. I have been sweeping the land for three years and have reached the first level of Qi refining. Everyone can bully me. On the surface, I am timid and submissive, and I only dare to laugh when I am publicly humiliated by inner disciples. Behind my back, I hold the inheritance of the former Demon Lord in my left hand, and the stall setting guide for the laid-off gods in heaven in my right hand. I also have a "Women's Green Tea Handbook" in my head - unfortunately, I am a man.
I have built eighteen layers of vests for myself: during the day, I am a transparent person at the bottom of the sect, and at night, I am a "nightwalker" who gives the righteous path a headache. I also occasionally work part-time as a think tank for the villains, write strategies for the demon sect, and provide psychological consultation for the demon clan. I thought I was hiding everything, until one day, Green Tea Bencha appeared.
Her name is Ji Yao, a new junior sister who is pitiful, soft-spoken, and sheds tears at the drop of a hat. In just one month, she stole the souls of all the male disciples of the sect, and she also conveniently used me, an "honest person", as a free tool. I smiled and helped her run errands, but I sneered in my heart: I know this routine well, I wrote it.
But I slowly discovered that there was more to Ji Yao than just tea art. She has seventeen layers of vests on her body, and each layer uncovered is implicated in ancient secrets, remnants of the demon sect, and old cases in heaven. What's even scarier is that she seems to be able to see through my vest. In the Shura field where we tested each other, plotted against each other, and acted out each other, we turned the entire world of cultivation upside down.
In this game of chess, who is the player and who is the chess piece, no one can decide until the last minute.
