[Happy ending, complete. Please add it to your collection, and thank you so much!]
Li Hemian is frail and sickly, but has dreamed of becoming a great hero since childhood.
Time and time again, he draws his sword to right wrongs, only to get beaten up. It never changes his chivalrous nature.
When he was fifteen, he got beaten black and blue for drawing his sword yet again. On his way home, he gave two hot buns to a beggar at the village entrance. The beggar passed on an unparalleled martial art, and from then on, Li Hemian's back and legs never hurt again. With a single palm strike, he sent a bully flying ten miles away.
Li Hemian hurried to find the old beggar, but found only a torn map of Pure Yang Palace. So he left home and headed for Mount Hua.
He thought that joining Pure Yang would bring his dream within reach. But it turned out that the martial art he'd learned was the notorious inner technique of a demonic cult, leaving his dream of becoming a hero far out of reach.
All his life, he'd hated evil. And now he'd become a member of the crooked and wicked himself.
He despises the demonic cult's techniques, yet has to rely on them to stay alive. The orthodox and demonic techniques clash, leaving his cultivation stagnant and earning him endless scorn...
Just when he's broke and down on his luck, he runs into the sly old fox Pei Suian, who cheats him out of both his money and his virtue... He's furious enough to beat him half to death, then send him to a Tang prison.
But when everyone condemns him and he is covered in disgrace, Pei Suian is the only one willing to believe him. He spends a fortune to save Li Hemian from danger and free him from his inner demons.
Beneath a river of stars, they sleep side by side, pleasantly drunk.
"Little Daoist, what does chivalry mean to you?"
At some point, Li Hemian realizes that the old fox isn't so bad after all... Maybe even people who follow different paths can find common cause in the martial world.
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Pei Suian left Myriad Flower Valley and wandered the land, never clinging to the distinction between good and evil, doing whatever his heart desired.
His foxlike eyes drew admirers wherever he went. He walked through a sea of flowers without a single petal sticking to him.
He cared nothing for wealth, power, or fame, because he only had to lift a hand and people would offer them all to him...
Until he met Li Hemian. For the first time, he was at a loss. How could anyone be so stubborn?
"Little Daoist, that evil aura is strong. You'd better be careful."
"Little Daoist, external injuries cost two taels, internal injuries a thousand gold."
He thought he had everything under control, never realizing he'd already fallen into the trap. He'd spend ten thousand taels of gold just to buy a smile from the boy.
He couldn't tell whether he longed for who he used to be, or if he had a special affection for that person alone.
#The demonic technique is actually from the Tianyi Cult#
[Original blurb dated 2025-10-31]
Theme: A hero needs no name, but their spirit endures forever
Is there anyone? If there's someone there, then I'll just bleat twice (probing my head)
The little sweet article before going to bed is so good. I just need to read it before I can get up early to go to work. (Wiping tears) Now that the matter has come to this, I can only record it in Chunyang Palace's account with the gift 546z.