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

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A theatrical, talkative, bootlicking bottom who often has sudden flashes of inspiration and says astonishing things

A demon lord top who is absurdly powerful, wildly arrogant, and shamelessly biased

*Blurb begins

After dying in a single night, Que Xingrao's spirit shattered and his soul dispersed. 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 brimming with confidence.

The leaders of the three great clans were his brothers, the young sect master of Shangqing Sect was his childhood friend, a powerful 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 number-one fan...

In short, his connections stretched across the entire world. No matter where he drifted, Que Xingrao could always find someone to keep him safe.

But he happened to fall into the hands of Fang Zhoudu, a demonic cultivator whose favorability toward him was zero. He was then able to come back to life by borrowing the corpse of someone whose spiritual roots were completely ruined.

Que Xingrao: It's fine. Instead of looking for a patron, why not create one?

To repay the debt of being reborn, Que Xingrao diligently took up the role of chief bootlicker.

He came up with schemes, devised clever plans, and set his fellow cultivators up, determined to make Fang Zhoudu the most powerful demonic cultivator.

But Fang Zhoudu was outrageously strong. With a killing god at his side, he took out the former Demon Lord in a single move and had no need for Que Xingrao's help at all.

And so, clinging to Fang Zhoudu's leg, 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 lamented his passing.

The young sect master of Shangqing Sect shut himself away to cultivate, all so he could avenge him.

Que Xingrao: Did that idiot get grounded by his dad or something?

A powerful rogue cultivator mysteriously disappeared, seemingly 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 grew silent and withdrawn, visiting the place where Que Xingrao fell whenever he had free time to pay his respects.

Que Xingrao: He was never much of a talker anyway.

The Holy Son of the Spirit Cult was no longer the carefree playboy he used to be, devoting himself to finding a way to bring Que Xingrao back to life.

Que Xingrao: Isn't studying sorcery part of everyday life for the Spirit Cult?

The story spread from one person to ten, then from ten to a hundred. Just like that, Que Xingrao became the one and only moonlight in the hearts of all the great figures across the world.

Then someone even spread his supposed dying words:

I wish for peace throughout the world.

Que Xingrao: I didn't say that! I didn't! Stop making things up!

Cultivators from all sides rose up, using Que Xingrao's name to attack the demonic cultivators and bring peace back to the world.

Fang Zhoudu, the number-one demonic cultivator, was their first target.

After killing the eighth cultivator to come 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?!"

Que Xingrao himself stood trembling at his side, keeping his secret identity under wraps.

Much later, the people of the Demon Palace realized that after their beloved steward mysteriously vanished, their lord had kidnapped the righteous path's moonlight and brought him back to the palace.

Guard A: We can't let that sanctimonious hypocrite from the righteous path take the steward's place by the lord's side!

Guard B: My lord, don't abandon the steward!

Guard C: Wait, haven't you noticed that this moonlight has all the same little habits as the steward? Especially the way he keeps chattering at the lord. They're practically identical.

Guard D: I can confirm it. I once saw the lord turn the moonlight into a sparrow and carry him around the whole Demon Palace on his shoulder. That's a privilege only the steward gets.

Guard A: Could it be...

Guard B: To strike a blow against the righteous path, the lord has kept their moonlight tied to his side for hundreds of years, just to humiliate those sanctimonious hypocrites! My lord truly sees the bigger picture!

Guard C: My lord truly sees the bigger picture!

Guard D: My lord truly sees the bigger picture!

Que Xingrao, completely unaware that everyone had thoroughly exposed his secret identity, rambled at Fang Zhoudu:

Should I pretend to be one of those sanctimonious hypocrites from the righteous path? Or maybe you could imprison me? We can't let anyone know I'm your bootlicker. Where would that leave my dignity?

Fang Zhoudu, who knew everyone had already figured out his secret identity: Ahem. Do as you like.

[Here's the blurb for a new story I'm working on.

Immortal Lord Bi Wenlou of Huaichong is trapped by the Heartless Dao and cannot achieve perfection, leaving him unable to ascend to the Upper Realm.

After his master ascended, he waited in vain for his disciple to join him. At last, his master had to send him a dream to offer some advice:

"My disciple, why don't you try falling in love?"

Bi Wenlou immediately took up his sword and went down the mountain, asking everyone he met:

"Fellow cultivator, would you be willing to become my cultivation partner?"

After scaring off who knew how many people, his master appeared in another dream and snapped:

"Who told you to be so blunt?! Find a down-on-his-luck mortal scholar, save his life, and make him fall for you and marry you. Then kill him! Wouldn't that let you ascend?"

Bi Wenlou took the advice to heart. He went to a remote mountain in the mortal realm and waited there for a whole month.

At last, he found a scholar on his way to the Sacred Capital to take the imperial exam. He set a trap that left the man gravely injured, then stepped in to save him.

The scholar immediately regarded Bi Wenlou as his savior and insisted on offering himself in marriage. He took Bi Wenlou to live in seclusion in the mountains, where they could enjoy a carefree life together.

In the uninhabited wilderness, the two of them built a shabby thatched hut, worked from sunrise to sunset, and rested when night fell.

A few years later, as naturally as could be, they became husband and husband.

With the red candles still burning, Bi Wenlou drew his sword and plunged it into the scholar's chest without a moment's hesitation.

With tears in his eyes and a look of confusion on his face, the scholar fell into Bi Wenlou's arms, unwilling to accept his fate as he breathed his last.

Having mastered the Heartless Dao, Bi Wenlou ascended to the Upper Realm as he had hoped.

But as he raised his hand to push open the gates of the Upper Realm, the blood still warm in his palm seared his eyes.

For some reason, his heart twisted with pain, and two streams of tears slipped uncontrollably down his cheeks.

The Heartless Dao shattered, and he fell back into the mortal world.

Later, an unmarked earthen grave appeared outside the thatched hut on the mountain, along with a white-robed immortal who kept watch beside it.

Through countless cycles of the years, the mountain changed from a barren stretch of yellow earth into a place covered in spirit plants and wild grass.

The only things that remained unchanged were the shabby thatched hut behind the mountain and Bi Wenlou, keeping watch over the grave.

A thousand years later, strange phenomena began occurring in both the Spirit and Demon Realms. Bi Wenlou was summoned back to his sect to discuss the upheaval with the demons.

At the foot of the grand hall's steps stood the demon lord at the head of the gathered demons. He had the same face as the scholar, but his eyes and brows were wicked, nothing like the gentle man from before.

After a thousand years without seeing that face, Bi Wenlou felt as if he had crossed into another lifetime. His eyes stung, and he could only think it was an illusion.

Unexpectedly, the demon lord furrowed his brows and spoke to Bi Wenlou:

"Why haven't you ascended yet?"

Bi Wenlou: ?

Then, without a care for the people of either race watching, he strode forward, grabbed Bi Wenlou's hand, and asked anxiously:

"Could it be that you didn't stab me hard enough, so you couldn't ascend?"

"Why don't you stab me again?"

Only then did Bi Wenlou learn that the scholar had been fake, and the marriage had been fake.

The only real thing was the love he had been tricked into feeling.

The Demon Lord Fan Chi was born without a heart and knew nothing of love.

For a thousand years, he had wandered among mortals, playing the beggar by the roadside, a singer in Qinhuai, and a loyal minister...

He experienced every kind of warmth and hardship the mortal world had to offer.

Then, by chance, one of his casual actions unexpectedly helped an immortal lord undergoing a trial in the mortal world attain the Dao and ascend.

Before leaving, that immortal lord held Fan Chi's hand and wept with gratitude:

"Fellow cultivator, you're a good person! Thanks to your help, I was able to ascend to the Upper Realm!"

For the first time, Fan Chi felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in his heart, which had never stirred before.

From then on, he devoted himself to doing good deeds and helping others.

One cultivator after another was sent by him on the path to the Great Dao, until he met Bi Wenlou, who was keeping watch over someone on a remote mountain.

Oh? Someone cultivating the Heartless Dao? He had experience with that.

Fan Chi turned himself into a scholar and spent several years by Bi Wenlou's side. When they married, Bi Wenlou stabbed him to death, just as expected.

Watching Bi Wenlou's figure head toward the Upper Realm, Fan Chi considered his good deeds complete and returned to the Demon Realm to enjoy his retirement.

He never expected to see Bi Wenlou again a thousand years later in the immortal realm's grand hall, full of sorrow and looking utterly downcast.

Fan Chi: What is going on? Why hasn't he ascended?

Could it be that my method didn't work?

*

Both leads are virgins.

A somewhat dazed, aloof beauty bottom x a warmhearted, optimistic top

A man cultivating the Heartless Dao falls for someone who truly has no heart.

Theme: You have to be strong yourself!