As the son of the Qingyun Sect's leader, Ling Qiao had every luxury imaginable. He could even have the stars in the sky if he wanted. But two things never went his way: his blocked spiritual meridians kept him from cultivating, and the senior disciple he had a crush on never even looked at him properly.
Ling Qiao had long since accepted the first. As for the second, he finally understood when he saw his senior brother slaughter the entire sect alongside the demons.
So this was how much his senior brother hated him: enough to wipe out his entire sect.
Ling Qiao's heart turned to ashes, and he died horribly in the massacre.
Only after death did he understand why his senior brother had always treated him with such cold indifference, and why he had allied himself with the demons.
It turned out his world was a storybook, and the senior brother he had loved for ten years and the young master of the demon clan were the destined couple who were bound to fall in love.
As for Ling Qiao, he was nothing but a vicious supporting character who didn't know his place, pestered the male lead for years like a ridiculous clown, and constantly tripped up the protagonist's love interest. Even his miserable death was a cause for celebration.
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Ling Qiao opened his eyes again and found himself back at eighteen.
Given another chance, he should have known the story's plot, repented, and turned over a new leaf. He should have obediently latched onto the male and female leads, then humbly ingratiated himself with them to make it through this life in peace.
But he refused.
This time, Ling Qiao would not only make even more trouble for the protagonist's love interest, he would bully the male lead too.
The storybook said it was a sweet, one-on-one romance where the leads were each other's one and only, and held double standards for the people they loved and the ones they didn't?
Just thinking about those words made Ling Qiao sick.
The male and female leads wanted to live happily ever after?
As if! Had they even asked what he thought?
Having already died once, Ling Qiao was even more brazen and willful this time around, acting with reckless abandon and carrying a frighteningly unhinged air beneath his every move.
And yet...
Despite all his efforts, the plot point where he was supposed to die not only failed to arrive sooner, the story went completely off the rails.
His second senior brother, who had always met his advances with indifference and a cold face, clutched his sleeve when Ling Qiao tried to walk away. His eyes were bloodshot, and in a hoarse voice, he begged as humbly as he could, pleading with him not to treat him that way.
The young master of the demon clan, who had once been at odds with him, snuck into his bed at night. His clothes were half-undone, nine tails slipped out from beneath the covers and swayed gently, and he wielded the fox clan's bewitching arts to their utmost effect.
The male and female leads, who were supposed to be perfectly in love in the story, now treated each other like sworn enemies whenever they met, hating each other so much they could barely stand it and wishing they could destroy one another.
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Ling Qiao rested his chin in his hand and looked at the man kneeling at his feet, his former beloved senior brother. Then he suddenly smiled. "I really don't like you anymore."
The faint light in his senior brother's eyes gradually faded. His eyes reddened as he stared at Ling Qiao, stubbornly refusing to look away.
Ling Qiao slowly lifted his chin with the tip of his shoe and tilted his head, as if appraising his face. After a long pause, he spoke in a light, teasing voice: "But... I might be willing to play with you. The question is, would you go along with it, Senior Brother?"
His senior brother's throat tightened, leaving him too hoarse to speak. His heart was breaking, but he had to grit his teeth and keep his face from twitching. The words were almost forced through clenched teeth: "...All right."
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Reader's Guide:
1. Not a one-on-one romance. Includes a love rivalry, multiple men competing for one man, and catfights.
2. Everyone is evil, with low moral standards.
3. More details to come.
Theme: Take control of your own fate.