Chu Mingyun, the feared Demon God of the Six Realms, hated one person more than anyone in his life: Shen Suixin, the elder of Wuyu at Yuchang Mountain.
He hated him so much that when their fates were inexplicably bound together as one, every wound Shen Suixin suffered appeared as bloody gashes on Chu Mingyun’s body, and whenever Shen Suixin had bad luck, Chu Mingyun would sneeze. They were practically conjoined twins in life and death, forced to work together.
So Chu Mingyun tracked down the demon realm’s supreme treasure, the Life-Giving Sword, and stabbed it straight through Shen Suixin’s heart.
Then the mighty Demon God died right alongside him.
Reborn back at the time when he had disguised himself to infiltrate Yuchang Mountain, Chu Mingyun crouched in the snow with a broom in his arms. He stared at his enemy and felt the utterly empty sea of power in his dantian, lost in thought.
The good news: This guy doesn’t recognize him.
The bad news: Just looking at him makes Chu Mingyun feel sick.
The worse news: If he gets close, he can cure him.
When something went wrong with Shen Suixin, Chu Mingyun stuck close and took a little of the pain for him. All good.
When Shen Suixin was ambushed by an enemy, Chu Mingyun took a hit and absorbed a bit of the poison. Fixed.
Chu Mingyun: ??? I think of you as my enemy, and you think of me as a human first-aid kit?
Until one night, Shen Suixin kicked open his shabby door. “Why is my dog more affectionate with you than with me?”
Chu Mingyun clutched his broom and smiled more miserably than if he were crying. “...Bro, I’m just a little kid.”
Shen Suixin: “Then how does a little kid like you know even my secret cultivation techniques?”
His sworn enemy returns, reborn, planning to bide his time and kill him.
But somehow, in the process, he becomes the man’s first-aid kit.
And even more unexpectedly, this time around, you don’t seem to want to kill me.
You want to have me.
