Shen Yuhe opened his eyes and found himself transmigrated into a book. Worse, he wasn't even human. He had become the demonic inner self of the Dragon-Proud-Heaven protagonist.
Excuse me, how could someone who spends the rest of his life as pure and noble as the moon and a gentle breeze, and is hailed as a paragon of the Three Realms, have a demonic inner self?!!!
From then on, his days were spent guessing what the protagonist was thinking, trying to do as few bad things as possible and keep a low profile.
When a villain made things difficult for him, Shen Yuhe was about to intervene when he heard the protagonist's inner thoughts.
“I really want to kill him, but unfortunately, now isn't the time.”
Shen Yuhe screamed inwardly: Is this really the protagonist?!! Where did your kindness go?
He thought everything would remain peaceful, but he never expected Xie Zhiyin to suddenly order him to do something: kill the villain.
With the protagonist's exact same face, Shen Yuhe raised a hand and pointed miserably at himself.
Him? Kill the villain who's now at the height of his power?
Every assassination attempt ended with him being killed instead. After his soul had been killed three times, Shen Yuhe had had enough. He looked at Xie Zhiyin, sitting calmly in the dungeon with his eyes closed, resting.
He curled his lips. If he couldn't eliminate the target, why not eliminate the mission instead?
His long sword left its sheath, the blade at Xie Zhiyin's throat. Just as blood was about to be drawn, Shen Yuhe put all his strength into it, only for Xie Zhiyin to casually raise a hand and catch the blade between two fingers.
The sword's cold gleam reflected in Xie Zhiyin's eyes, illuminating the calculations within. He curled his lips and asked with a smile, “Done pretending? My demonic inner self.”
Later, Shen Yuhe faked his death and escaped. With the help of the Heavenly Dao, he obtained a body of his own.
He had planned to settle down somewhere and enjoy his retirement, never imagining that the disciple he'd casually picked up would be Xie Zhiyin, the greatest swordsman in the world, disguised.
Pinned against the table, Shen Yuhe felt him lean over, deliberately breathing warm air against his ear.
“Crazy bastard,” Shen Yuhe cursed.
At that, Xie Zhiyin chuckled softly. His fingers brushed the pulse in Shen Yuhe's neck as he said, “What did you think I gave you this body for?”
He bit Shen Yuhe's neck, his voice dark and low. “So I could touch you completely, of course.”
June 6, 2026. A screenshot of this blurb has been saved. Plagiarism is strictly forbidden.
Theme: Establish your heart and virtue, your place beneath heaven, and your destiny.
