The Bewitching Heart

Free-spirited, Unrestrained Top × Carefree, Stubborn Bottom

Both have lost their memories, both have been cursed, and both are battered and bruised, yet they still beat everyone to a pulp.

A long-awaited reunion, staring at each other in bewilderment, with neither recognizing the other!

Yu Kongting looked at Fu Huanzhou and gave him a polite smile. "?" He didn't recognize this man at all.

Fu Huanzhou narrowed his eyes at Yu Kongting. "..." He vaguely remembered him, but not much.

Hundreds of years ago, Fu Huanzhou had keen eyes and ears. Then one day, he woke up to find himself dumped in the wilderness, battered and broken. From then on, he became intermittently half-blind.

Then, on an otherwise ordinary day when he was twenty, he somehow entered a place called the Between-Realm and was given the title of Vermilion Bird Guardian. He was told that although there were other Guardians, certain obstacles kept them from meeting, and that everyone was working hard to find a way around it, and so on.

Fu Huanzhou listened to the only person he could contact, but paid no attention to anything except three phrases: immortality, escape from the cycle of reincarnation, and death that scattered the soul to the winds.

Well, well.

Fu Huanzhou marveled inwardly. What a racket. Immortality wasn't the same as eternal life, was it?

They were using yin-life to make up for yang-life. The Heavenly Dao sure knew how to do business.

And they wouldn't even let him refuse!

Fu Huanzhou clapped his hands. Fine, what else could he do now? He'd see how long he could stay alive on his own merits.

With that attitude, he lived for another five hundred years, charging into every poisonous swamp and deadly cave he could find, until one day he met someone. When they were in danger, that person grabbed him by the collar and shouted, "You're immortal, not invulnerable!"

Fu Huanzhou lowered his eyes and sighed inwardly. Hmph.

No one knew that the gears, stalled for centuries, had at last begun to turn slowly.

Children in the mortal world have been taught these lines since ancient times: "Heaven and earth are dark and yellow; the universe vast and wild. The sun and moon wax and wane; the stars are arrayed in the sky..."

As the words passed down through the ages, some came to believe that all legends were false, while others believed that born immortals must dwell in the highest heavens. But no one ever imagined that the so-called immortal was once just one among the countless ordinary people, who, by a twist of fate, took on a tremendous burden, escaped the cycle of reincarnation, and would have their soul scattered after death.

In this mortal world, they were out of place among its people, looking upon their own kind with deep pity.

"Vermilion Bird." Fu Huanzhou heard someone call him.

He opened his eyes and turned his head. "What is it?"

Theme: Even ordinary people's resentment can overturn the world!