After the Hated One's Heart Turned to Ash

Zhao Xue was raised in luxury by his sect.

He was spoiled into being willful, arrogant, and utterly lawless.

While his fellow disciples his age had to train hard, all he had to do was follow his master around every day, dress in pretty clothes, and stick out his tongue at the senior disciples.

As long as he asked, his master and senior disciples would fetch him anything, whether it was the moon in the sky or its reflection in the pond.

Then he discovered that he was actually the incarnation of a demon, raised to be sacrificed to the Heavenly Dao, and threw a fit.

But the master and senior disciples who had once loved him looked at him quietly as he went berserk, as if they had become different people.

His hands and feet turned ice-cold.

Before the sacrifice, flames filled his dim, lifeless eyes. He watched his master approach and drive a sword straight through his chest.

*

After being reborn, Zhao Xue became obedient.

He obediently took his medicine, obediently followed their orders to cut his flesh and bleed, and obediently... waited to die.

But why hadn't he died yet?

Why did the senior disciple beside him panic so much when he merely spat up a little blood?

Why hadn't he been sent to the altar, even though he was so emaciated and his body was covered in scars?

Wouldn't his body give out if this went on? Could such a broken body even be used for the sacrifice?

Zhao Xue quietly raised his eyes to his master. "Master, when are you going to kill me?"

His normally cold and unfeeling master suddenly pulled him into his arms. Trembling fingertips traced every inch of his thin, frail back.

Warm, wet drops splattered against his neck. Pei Jinnian's trembling, icy lips kissed his hair again and again.

"I'm sorry. Don't leave your master. Don't leave me again. Didn't you always want to go out and play? I'll take you out right now, all right..."

Zhao Xue slowly blinked, his tone calm and earnest. "Thank you, Master. I'll be good and let them sacrifice me."

Pei Jinnian went mad.

*

Everyone said that Pei Jinnian was cold and unfeeling, incapable of suffering. He had spent years feeding a demon his own flesh and blood for the sake of all living beings. Now that the demon was dead and the path to ascension was about to reopen, surely he should be happy.

Yet as everyone raised their cups to congratulate him, they saw Pei Jinnian suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

The crowd stared in shock as blood splattered across the hall.

Pei Jinnian became a madman in the immortal realm. In a blasphemous act, he cut down the Heavenly Ladder for bones and used his own soul as skin, hoping to summon that demon back to the world.

The sect was purged. Every disciple who had taken it upon themselves to begin the sacrifice was stripped of their cultivation.

And like a wandering ghost, he roamed day and night through every place the demon had ever set foot in.

At last, the madman found the little disciple he'd missed so desperately and pulled him into his arms.

But the little disciple asked him, "Master, when can I be sacrificed?"

The madman in everyone's eyes went completely mad.

[Reader's Guide]

1. The master, Pei Jinnian, is the top. Both are virgins, 1v1.

2. The top chases the bottom after losing him, filled with regret.

3. Includes a sickly, pampered darling.

4. The top never hurt the bottom. The misunderstanding comes from the bottom's limited perspective.

Theme: Cherish life and take care of yourself