After Treating the Cool, True Young Master Like a Power Bank

01

Song Xingmian lived as a pampered young master of a prestigious family for eighteen years, until the real young master, Chen Sui, was found. Only then did he realize he was nothing but an impostor who'd enjoyed all the benefits.

Their fortunes reversed, and the flattery of the past turned to cold mockery.

Everyone was waiting to watch this broken-winged canary fall into the mud and be trampled underfoot.

Until that night, when a chilling voice rang out deep within his mind:

"Want to return to the clouds? Get close to Chen Sui."

"Touch his fingertips, undo his hair tie, make him lose his convictions over you... and I will lend you power that reaches the heavens."

Song Xingmian couldn't resist the temptation.

With his ears red, he forced himself to maintain his usual air of nobility and shamelessly approached.

His entanglement with that aloof, upright gentleman became a scandalous rumor whispered about throughout the academy.

But no one expected this mediocre, useless fake young master to defy fate and rise all the way to the top

He came first in the grand examination, was fought over by the immortal sects, and became famous in the upper realm.

He even secretly devoured the noble real young master behind everyone's back.

02

The truth could not stay hidden forever.

At the grand ceremony, the demonic energy surging within Song Xingmian was exposed before everyone, leaving the entire hall stunned.

Praise instantly turned to contempt.

Everyone called him a depraved fiend who cultivated by siphoning blood essence, and pitied Chen Sui, whose moon-bright elegance had been sullied by the likes of him.

Song Xingmian was exposed and fled in disgrace. That night, he was cast out of the family, stripped of every title, and ran in shame into the snowy mountains.

In a ruined temple, the wind howled through the snow and dead branches snapped.

Unhurried footsteps sounded behind him.

Song Xingmian turned around, trembling all over, expecting to be executed by the immortal sects. Instead, he was roughly pulled into an embrace that was both icy and burning.

Long, jade-like fingers gripped his chin and forced his head up.

The Demon Lord who had whispered temptations into his mind day and night spoke, and in that moment his voice merged with the cold laughter of the upright gentleman before him

"Why are you running?"

Chen Sui bent down, repressed scarlet desire churning in his eyes:

"You flirt with me during the day and beg me at night... Now that you've borrowed my power, you think you can just leave?"

Only then did Song Xingmian realize in horror:

The demon lord who had tempted him into mischief day and night was none other than the hidden obsession and desire of this high-and-mighty beauty.

03

Chen Sui had known for a long time that he was the real young master of the Song family, lost outside the home.

But he was already the renowned master of the Wanxi Pavilion, detached from worldly affairs. He had never once considered returning to claim his place in the family.

Until the Lantern Festival that year.

At the bridge by the painted boat, he saw a young master hiding in the dark and crying because of his poor aptitude.

He sniffled, his temper spoiled and haughty, yet when he looked up into the sea of lanterns, his eyes held the broken glimmers of someone who refused to accept his fate.

One glance, and his inner demons stirred.

Thus the usually ascetic master of the Wanxi Pavilion made the boldest decision of his life

He concealed his cultivation, willingly became an ordinary mortal, and returned to the Song family as the real young master forced to live beneath another's shadow.

04

"Weren't you always so bold?"

The ruined temple was dim. The incense before the altar had not yet burned out, and the Buddhas lowered their eyes.

Chen Sui slipped his fingers into Song Xingmian's collar and pressed them against his rapidly rising and falling chest. He pinned the trembling man against the altar, drawing out a stifled shiver.

"Why is it that when you're before the gods, you tremble like this just trying to say my name?"

[Reading Guide]

Proud and ambitious, scheming but clumsy flirt bottom (Song Xingmian) × outwardly restrained, aloof beauty, inwardly dark and unhinged fragmented top (Chen Sui)

[The Truth Comes Out] + [Identity-Reveal Showdown] + [Groveling Pursuit]

The top was already powerful before returning to the family (a leader in his own right). He returned for the bottom.

The Demon Lord is the top's dark side, which he forcibly severed and suppressed (a manifestation of his sexual preferences). They're fundamentally the same person and will merge in the end. One-on-one, happy ending.

The top orchestrates everything himself, expertly seducing the bottom and falling for him in the process. After his identity is exposed and his plan backfires, he turns from an unhinged obsessive into a rabid dog, groveling to win him back.

The bottom truly awakens and turns his life around later on. No suffering in silence, just a satisfying power fantasy.

Theme: Cast off false glory and follow the supreme path with one's own heart