The World's White Moonlight Is the Demon Lord's Number-One Lackey

【CP】 A theatrical, talkative bootlicker of a bottom who often gets sudden flashes of inspiration and says shocking things A demonic lord top with the strongest martial prowess, arrogant to the extreme but shamelessly biased *Blurb After dying in a single day, Que Xingrao’s spirit shattered and his soul scattered. His body was utterly destroyed, leaving only a wisp of his soul to wander the world for a hundred years. As he drifted through the skies, searching for a chance to be reborn, Que Xingrao was full of confidence. The heads of the three great clans were his older brothers, the young lord of Shangqing Sect was his childhood friend, a mighty rogue cultivator was his drinking buddy, the leader of the Supreme Immortal Alliance had once received his guidance, and the Holy Son of the Spirit Cult was his biggest fan... With connections all over the world, Que Xingrao was sure he could find someone to protect him wherever he drifted. Unfortunately, he ended up in the hands of Fang Zhoudu, a demonic cultivator whose favorability toward him was zero. He was able to be reborn by borrowing the corpse of someone whose spiritual roots had been completely destroyed. Que Xingrao: It’s fine. Rather than find a powerful patron, I’ll make one myself! To repay the debt of being reborn, Que Xingrao diligently became Fang Zhoudu’s chief lackey. He came up with schemes, laid clever traps, and set his fellow cultivators against each other, determined to make Fang Zhoudu the strongest demonic cultivator. But Fang Zhoudu was absurdly powerful. With the God of Slaughter possessing him, he took down the former demonic lord in a single move and had no need for Que Xingrao’s help at all. And so, clinging to Fang Zhoudu’s coattails, Que Xingrao became the right-hand man of the number one demonic cultivator despite having no cultivation whatsoever. Que Xingrao: It’s not like I wanted this. He’s just too strong. After Que Xingrao died, all the various factions mourned his loss. The young lord of Shangqing Sect secluded himself to improve his cultivation, all so he could avenge him. Que Xingrao: Was this idiot grounded by his dad or something? The mighty rogue cultivator vanished mysteriously, supposedly to follow him in death. Que Xingrao: What if he just got blackout drunk somewhere and slept for a few hundred years? The leader of the Supreme Immortal Alliance became silent and withdrawn, visiting the place where Que Xingrao fell whenever he had free time to pay his respects. Que Xingrao: He never talked much to begin with. The Holy Son of the Spirit Cult gave up his former playboy ways and devoted himself to finding a way to bring Que Xingrao back to life. Que Xingrao: Isn’t studying witchcraft just part of the Spirit Cult’s daily routine? The story spread from one person to ten, then from ten to a hundred, until Que Xingrao became the one and only unattainable love in the hearts of all the great powers of the world. Eventually, someone even claimed to have heard his last words: I wish for peace throughout the world. Que Xingrao: I didn’t say that! I didn’t! Stop spreading rumors! Cultivators from every faction rose up in rebellion, invoking Que Xingrao’s name as they attacked the demonic cultivators in a bid to restore peace to the world. As the number one demonic cultivator, Fang Zhoudu was the first to bear the brunt of it. After killing the eighth cultivator to show up and challenge him that day with a single move, Fang Zhoudu finally snapped: “Who is this Que Xingrao?! Why does everyone want to avenge him by coming after me?!” Standing off to the side, Que Xingrao himself trembled with fear and clung even tighter to his secret identity. Much later, the people of the Demon Palace discovered that after their beloved steward mysteriously disappeared, their lord had abducted the righteous path’s unattainable love and brought him back to the Demon Palace. Guard A: We can’t let those hypocrites from the righteous path take the steward’s place at the lord’s side! Guard B: Lord, don’t abandon the steward! Guard C: Wait, haven’t you noticed that this unattainable love has the exact same little habits as the steward? Especially the way he keeps nagging the lord. They’re practically identical. Guard D: I can confirm it. I once saw the lord turn the unattainable love into a sparrow and let him ride on his shoulder as he strolled all around the Demon Palace. Only the steward gets that kind of treatment. Guard A: Could it be... Guard B: To strike a blow against the righteous path, the lord has kept their unattainable love captive at his side for hundreds of years, just to humiliate those hypocrites! The lord truly plans far ahead! Guard C: The lord truly plans far ahead! Guard D: The lord truly plans far ahead! Completely unaware that everyone had already seen through his secret identity, Que Xingrao rambled on in front of Fang Zhoudu: Should I pretend to be a hypocrite from the righteous path? Or maybe you should imprison me? No one can find out I’m your lackey. What would happen to my dignity! Fang Zhoudu, who knew that everyone had already seen through Que Xingrao’s secret identity: Ahem. Whatever you say. Theme: You have to be strong yourself to forge iron!