Shen Weixiao, the Venerable Immortal of Clear Frost, has been the number one cultivator in the realm for ten thousand years, unmatched in both beauty and strength.
To defeat the demons from beyond the realm, he self-detonated his primordial spirit beneath the heavens. He meant to retire after fulfilling his mission and sleep forever.
But a mundane soul-lock he had casually crafted on his wrist ruined everything. His true spirit remained intact, while his cultivation fell to the third level of Qi Refining. Overnight, he became a frail, white-haired youth of seventeen or eighteen.
A thousand years ago, all his friends, elders, and disciples perished in the battle against the demons. He had long since grown weary of separation and strife. All he wanted was to assume a secret identity, retire in peace, and wait to die.
Instead, a veil could not hide his breathtaking features, and wherever he went, he attracted covetous attention.
He tried to live in seclusion by selling talismans, only to have the senior disciple of Qingyun Sect show up with a lavish bridal procession to ask for his hand.
He fled to the Demon Realm and pretended to be a minor demon cultivator, only to be abducted by an obsessive young lord and taken back to the demon palace as a favored pet.
He hid in the Buddhist kingdom of the Western Wastelands and posed as a mute novice, only to have a compassionate Buddhist disciple pursue him every day, intent on converting him.
Shen Weixiao: ...Even the Buddhists aren't free of trouble?
Worse still, no matter how many identities he adopted or how many times he staged his own death, a sword cultivator who claimed to be a wandering swordsman always followed him like a ghost.
The man silently stayed by his side, shielding him from trouble and brewing bitter medicine. When his old injuries flared under the full moon, he secretly channeled spiritual energy to ease the agony tearing through his soul.
Then, atop a Buddhist pagoda, the swordsman lifted his monk's hat and took out a yellowed volume of sword arts.
On the title page was a doodle he had scribbled a thousand years ago while drunk: This boy has excellent roots. Raise him to be my wife.
Shen Weixiao: "...?"
Xiao Chenren lowered his eyes, a thousand years of longing hidden in them.
"The little beggar you took in all those years ago was me.
However many times you try to fake your death, I'll go with you every time. But don't leave me behind again."
Shen Weixiao had planned to face death alone. He never imagined that by casually taking someone in a thousand years ago, he had picked up a "wife" for himself.
Frailty-loving beauty bottom x devoted top who silently protects him
1. At first, the bottom is focused on retiring and running away, staging his own death in all sorts of ways. Three suitors pursue him, while the top knows the whole story from his perspective and quietly gets jealous as he protects his beloved.
2. The author is an avid fan of frail beauty bottoms. Please don't read if that's not your thing.
Theme: Love can transcend life and death
