A gloomy, unscrupulous, mildly wicked bottom x a tsundere, neurotic top with the aura of a chosen one
At the annual recruitment for Cangyun Sect disciples, a young prodigy named Lu Xiuhe was discovered.
Born of humble origins, he rose to the heavens in a single leap.
When the recruitment tests ended, several elders competed to take him as their direct disciple. Even the sect leader, who had been in seclusion for years, declared his talent peerless.
The whole Cangyun Sect was astounded.
Fang Ke watched his usually stern master force a smile, bring out rare treasures, and entice Lu Xiuhe into his sect.
Jealousy made his eyes turn red.
That evening, he eagerly gathered a few trinkets and went to curry favor with Lu Xiuhe, putting on a smile.
"Junior Brother, these things will come in handy for you."
Lu Xiuhe was noble and upright. He looked down on Fang Ke's gifts and refused them.
Later, when he heard that the eldest senior brother, born to an aristocratic family, resented Lu Xiuhe for stealing the spotlight, Fang Ke immediately offered his loyalty:
"That man has a wicked heart. He's no match for Senior Brother..."
After making the eldest senior brother happy, Fang Ke turned around and ran into Lu Xiuhe.
His junior brother stared at him and repeated, his meaning unclear, "A wicked heart?"
Fang Ke: ...
After that, Fang Ke could never look at Lu Xiuhe without resentment.
They were both common-born, so why was Lu Xiuhe the only one to rise to greatness, blessed with such extraordinary talent?
The senior and junior disciples he'd worked so hard to befriend turned around and cheered for Lu Xiuhe at his duels.
The aristocratic disciples he couldn't win over got along effortlessly with Lu Xiuhe.
The treasures Fang Ke had struggled to find in the secret realm ended up in Lu Xiuhe's hands because Fang Ke's cultivation was too weak.
Fang Ke seethed with hatred.
Until one day, he happened to see Lu Xiuhe consorting with the demons, and knew his chance had come.
At the sect tournament, in front of a crowd, he schemed to force Lu Xiuhe to use demonic energy, exposing his identity and ruining his reputation.
The people around them murmured in shock, and several elders joined forces to kill him.
In the chaos, Lu Xiuhe was covered in blood. Afraid his master might show mercy, Fang Ke seized his chance, drew his sword, and rushed forward to slay him with his own hands.
The hand holding his sword trembled with excitement, though his face wore the expression of a man carrying out justice against his own kin.
Lu Xiuhe fell to the ground and stared at him. He seemed to understand everything, but could not speak. He only reached out and grasped a loose strand of Fang Ke's hair.
Seeing how wretched he looked, Fang Ke could barely keep from laughing. He whispered,
"My dear junior brother, go die in peace. I'll climb to the top over your bones."
Lu Xiuhe's body was never recovered.
Fang Ke kept his promise, gaining favor for Lu Xiuhe's death and enjoying a brief run of success, with no one able to match his prominence.
Until one day, he awoke with a powerful sense of restraint and realized he was chained to a bed. Behind him was a familiar, detestable presence.
"Long time no see, my dear senior brother." Lu Xiuhe buried his face in Fang Ke's neck and said darkly, "You seemed pretty happy when you killed me."
Fang Ke: ...?
Wasn't I supposed to be happy?
Pure-hatred bonus scene
(Fang steps on Lu; Lu falls, injured)
Fang: Lu Xiuhe brings me good luck.
Lu: Me?
(Fang steps on him again; Lu fakes his death)
Elder: Fang Ke slew a demonic cultivator. This boy has a bright future!
Fang: See?
Content warning: The bottom is wicked, and there are cross-dressing scenes. The blurb may still be revised.
Also known as: The Opportunity Won't Wait, So Move Fast and Make It Look Good
Theme: Live well
