[The World's Most Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic Bottom × The Unhinged, Patient Top Who Acts Like a King but Isn't the Sharpest]
As the former greatest cultivator in the Immortal Alliance, the Savior's Sword praised by all, Chao Lianluan had two great regrets in his life.
The first was saving Wuyan.
That year, in a perilous secret realm, a young man protected a child and was left drenched in blood, on the verge of death. Chao Lianluan knew nothing about his origins, yet still used half his spiritual power to keep him alive.
In the years that followed, they became close friends, traveling the world side by side and sharing strong liquor.
The second was killing Wuyan.
That day, blood ran in rivers across Kunlun. His former companion stood atop a mountain of corpses, the Demon Lord's seal in his hand and countless demons bowing behind him.
In that battle, Chao Lianluan ran his sword through Wuyan's heart. Without changing expression, he tore open his battered chest and clutched the still-beating core of his soul in his palm.
Thus the Three Realms were saved, and the Demon Lord died.
But Chao Lianluan's cultivation foundation was destroyed, his spiritual meridians shattered, and his frail body left in ruins.
The genius whom countless prodigies had once begged to take as their master was now almost entirely forgotten, even by name.
He had thought that was how his life would end, with love and hatred both extinguished.
Until the day the Pure Heaven Realm reopened, when a gifted but ill-tempered disciple insisted on becoming his apprentice.
Chao Lianluan slowly opened his eyes. A haze that would not disperse clouded the gaze that had once been clear as a cold star.
"I'm no good as a master, and there's no future for you in the Lian Yuan Realm. Have you... thought this through?"
Wuyan hated two kinds of people more than anything.
Those who betrayed their word, and those who feigned affection.
And Chao Lianluan was both.
He returned from hell with a hatred carved into his bones, only to find his former followers scattered, enemies everywhere, and the most important fragment of his soul's origin nowhere to be found.
Without it, the power that had once let him turn the world upside down was reduced to dying embers.
The only person in the world who might know where it was had once walked beside him, then personally sent him to hell: the Sword Lord of Lian Yuan.
The irony was that after hundreds of years apart, the peerless beauty who had once subdued the Three Realms with a single sword had become a sickly man barely clinging to life.
So Wuyan concealed his appearance and demonic aura, and became a disciple of his seemingly frail old enemy.
He had planned to settle old scores, reclaim his soul fragment, and personally repay the man for that sword strike.
But the sickly man seemed possessed, protecting and indulging him time and again, even venturing into mortal danger to save him.
Wuyan sneered.
What an act. What false affection.
*
At first, Wuyan only wanted this lofty yet fragile Sword Lord to taste the pain of falling.
Later, even when he offered up the treasures of the Three Realms and the Demon Lord's seal, all he asked for was a fleeting glance from that man.
*One-on-one romance, both leads have only ever been with each other, happy ending.
Theme: Don't regret your choices.
