The protagonist is his sect's most dazzling genius. His cultivation journey has been smooth sailing, and he's sociable and gets along with everyone. The only exception is the famous Sword Lord, with whom he can't stand to be in the same room. They're sworn enemies, as hostile as fire and water.
Later, a traitor appeared within the sect and made a secret attempt on his life. To flush the traitor out, the protagonist staged his own death, making it convincing with an obituary that shook the entire world.
Before they could catch the traitor, however, word arrived that his nemesis had gone berserk during cultivation.
According to rumors in the cultivation world, the Sword Lord froze when he received the obituary and went gray overnight.
Protagonist: ... His hair was already white.
They say that when the Sword Lord's disciples brought him to his senses, he gave a bitter laugh, spat blood, and looked utterly mad.
Protagonist: ... It's a little strange, but honestly, he wasn't normal before either.
They say that the Sword Lord ignored everyone's objections and insisted on marrying the protagonist's memorial tablet.
Protagonist: ... What??? Wait a minute!
On the day a red carpet stretched from the Sword Sect all the way to the protagonist's mountain gate, the protagonist grabbed the sect leader by the shoulders and shook him wildly. "Don't let him marry it! Do you hear me? Don't! Don't!!!"
The sect leader reeled from the shaking. "Do you think we want this? We can't stop him! Why don't you leave the mountain and take your tablet back yourself?"
Protagonist: ...
With the sect in the middle of an internal conflict, if he showed himself, wouldn't all that faking his death have been for nothing?
For the greater good, the protagonist could only endure increasingly deranged rumors and the increasingly odd looks from his allies, while falling apart inside and continuing to move the pieces from the shadows.
Then, the day the internal strife was finally quelled, the protagonist returned to the martial world...
The Sword Lord blocked his way, staring at him with an utterly chilling gaze. He laughed hoarsely. "Alive? Good."
The protagonist looked at him, feeling cold sweat bead across his back. The only thing he could still manage was to keep his usual defiant tone. "I heard you took advantage of me while I was down, so I came back to life out of sheer anger."
The Sword Lord didn't move. He kept staring at him, then suddenly laughed.
Cold, unhinged Sword Lord top x flamboyant, carefree beauty bottom
Theme: True feelings are precious
