Qiu Shuli is a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, blessed with a beautiful face and little else.
His cultivation has remained stagnant, and after a crushing defeat in a contest, he decides to return to his sect's old line of work.
Find a powerful partner to cultivate with.
If he's going to find one, he might as well find the strongest.
There are countless cultivators in the world, but only Xie Jiuhan stands alone at the very top.
Qiu Shuli travels far and wide, deliberately getting close to him, and finally brings the injured man home on a dark and windy night.
The man is wild and unrestrained, with stamina to spare.
Until one day, Qiu Shuli realizes he may have picked up the wrong person.
Qiu Shuli, whose belly grows but cultivation does not, feels deeply deceived. The man, however, is even more addicted than he is.
Unable to part on amicable terms, Qiu Shuli can only fake his death and escape.
He travels thousands of miles to Wenxian Tower, the sect where Xie Jiuhan resides, and enters a cultivation-world tournament, hoping to catch his eye.
He wants to avoid the other mad dog coming after him, with no one to turn to.
From afar, the number one cultivator in the world wears a silver-white mask. His eyes are like snow in the heavens, and he seems the perfect candidate for the ruthless path, with no risk of owing anyone a debt of affection.
Qiu Shuli is very satisfied, and gets exactly what he wants by climbing into the man's bed.
Between the gauzy curtains, the aloof beauty produces a set of golden shackles. Demonic markings spread across the same face as that dog's, and he counts the time Qiu Shuli has been gone, word by word: "One hundred and thirteen days. A Li, do you know what that means?"
"It means you'll have to work much harder tonight."
"This time, I'll give you my cultivation. Will you cry for me?"
Lately, people at Wenxian Tower have been hearing whispers that sound like sobbing and pleading, like a helpless little bird.
But all ninety-nine floors of Wenxian Tower are Xie Jiuhan's residence. No living thing remains, only cold clouds stretching for thousands of miles.
What birds could there be?
Only Xie Jiuhan knows that a beautiful bird is sleeping between his bed curtains.
Reader's Guide: Sweet, ambitious bottom x broken-hearted, lovesick top on the ruthless path
I'll start writing this after I finish the military academy and Master stories!
Theme: Stay true to your own path
