Ruan Yuyuan is the last divine weapon in the cultivation world, a demonic sword that thirsts for blood and is merciless in its slaughter. His lifelong ambition is to become the greatest sword under Heaven.
But to achieve that, he first needs to find a sword wielder with profound cultivation and the same goal.
If their cultivation is too weak, what's the point of keeping them alive? He casually chops them down.
If their character is too vile, they're beneath his standards. He kills them with a backhanded strike.
If they try to control him through threats or bribes, they've got it backward. He buries them on the spot.
As for the last one he picked up, Ruan Yuyuan eyed the blood-soaked cultivator, who was barely clinging to life.
His sword intent is passable. He'll do as a backup.
*
"Want to make a pact with me and become the greatest under Heaven?"
Xie You looked at the boy before him, demonic energy soaring around him as his strange, round eyes blinked, and sneered.
"Get lost."
Even if he died, he would never ally himself with a demon.
Unfortunately, face-slapping came fast. In less than half a month, consumed by the flames of revenge until he had lost all reason, he made a mistake that would haunt him forever:
He formed a pact and became the demonic sword's slave, to be bent and shaped at its whim.
And so Xie You worked himself to the bone serving Ruan Yuyuan, all the while counting down the days to his revenge and wishing he could break their pact immediately.
Until one day, Ruan Yuyuan propped his chin in his hand, looked at Xie You, and pouted. "Do you know how other masters take care of their swords?"
"They clean the blade every day with soft, smooth silk."
Xie You, who was about to wipe the sword with his sleeve, froze.
"They decorate the hilt with the brightest, most precious spirit stones."
Xie You, who didn't have a penny to his name, instinctively covered his pockets.
"They weave beautiful, delicate sword tassels by hand."
Xie You, who had never so much as touched a needle and thread, broke into a cold sweat. He had to admit one thing:
He might, possibly, have been taking pretty poor care of Ruan Yuyuan.
After going through the entire process of being manipulated, Xie You looked up and firmly promised the expectant Ruan Yuyuan:
"You'll have all that from now on. I promise."
*
Once the dust settled, Ruan Yuyuan's fame spread far and wide, and he became the greatest sword under Heaven, just as he had wished.
Meanwhile, those who coveted him came in an endless stream, fighting to seize him, but not one of them escaped unscathed.
At the center of the storm, Ruan Yuyuan lay in Xie You's arms, dressed in a light, soft, lustrous silk robe, with gemstone-studded cuffs around his wrists and ankles. He fell into thought.
"I feel like something's not quite right."
Xie You, braiding the loose hair beside his ear into three strands, gazed at him deeply and asked, "What isn't right?"
He bent down and kissed Ruan Yuyuan's luminous cheek.
"We agreed on this. This is how you should be taken care of."
A career-driven, adorable black-hearted-turned-sweet kitten shou × a vengeful war god in public, but a love-struck, meddling, jealous dad-type gong in private
P.S. The people the shou kills are all bad guys.
Theme: Let me help you escape your fate, just as we once tried to do
