"Gu Chuanyin, you are destined to suffer a disaster."
The master held his hand before he died, his nails almost digging into his palm, and his cloudy eyes were filled with fear that Gu Chuanyin had never seen before. The old man who had been dealing with ghosts all his life, and who even had to give three cents to the Ghost King of Fengdu, finally left the world with an expression of fear.
"When you encounter someone with pure Yang purple energy - run away."
"Master, pure yang purple energy is the holy body that cultivators dream of. How could it-"
"Run!" The old man suddenly sat up, blood began to ooze from his orifices, and his voice seemed to be torn out of his chest, "That's not a human! That's - that's -"
He didn't finish his last words.
The corpse quickly cooled and stiffened in Gu Chuanyin's arms, and then turned into a handful of gray-white powder within three seconds, dripping from Gu Chuanyin's fingers.
Gu Chuanyin was fifteen years old that year.
He knelt in front of his master's tomb and carved the words "Pure Yang Purple Qi" into his bones. Then he stood up, dusted off the soil on his knees, and continued to collect ghosts, read Feng Shui, and draw talismans. Like any ordinary Taoist disciple, he lived a poor but comfortable life.
Five years.
He almost forgot about it.
Until the man used his eyes as dark as the abyss, quietly and for a long time, as if he was looking at a collection that he had finally obtained——
Looked at him.
Gu Chuanyin later spent a long, long time recalling that night.
He wondered if he had run away, even one more step, would the outcome have been different.
But he didn't.
Because the master didn't tell him that once the holder of Pure Yang Purple Qi locked onto his prey, he would have already laid a dragnet.
Run?
Where to run?
Concept: Extreme sadomasochism, logically forced love, possessive, yandere and clean fetish attack × beautiful and strong sex