[Heaven Official's Blessing: Shuangxuan Fanfic] Peach and Plum

Hundreds of years ago, Shi Wudu's attempt to switch their fates failed, leaving him gravely wounded as he watched his beloved younger brother die at the hands of Baihua Zhenxian. Not long afterward, He Xuan ascended and became Feng Shi Xuan. Deeply loved by his followers, he ranked among the top ten at the Fighting Lantern Banquet and enjoyed a glorious life. Because of his brother, Shi Wudu could hardly stand the sight of him, and the two often clashed and argued.

After Shi Qingxuan died, guilt and longing for his elder brother kept him from entering the cycle of reincarnation. A hundred years later, Mount Tonglu opened. By order of Jun Wu, Shi Wudu and He Xuan went to intercept and kill the newly emerged Ghost King. But who could have guessed that the new white-clad Ghost King would look exactly like Shi Wudu's younger brother, Shui Heng Tian, who had long since died...

After a catastrophic tragedy, he fell into the ghost path. He lost some of his frank, easygoing nature and gained a touch of cunning and defiance, becoming a Ghost King pushed to the brink: the Flowing Wind Dark Ghost, Shi Qingxuan. Before he died, he saw his elder brother grievously wounded, vomiting blood and heartbroken as he tried to save him. After becoming a ghost, he hid in the mortal realm and cultivated in secret for years, eventually reaching the brink. Clad in white as pure as snow, with a vermilion dot between his brows, he is skilled at commanding wild winds. With a wave of his hand, he can stir the winds and overturn the clouds. His powers are formidable. He loves to smile, but is no innocent; he is merciless, but does not kill indiscriminately. The only soft spot in his heart is his elder brother.

After meeting him at Mount Tonglu, the Flowing Wind Ghost King was awestruck by Feng Shi Xuan, so calm and detached, with the bearing of an immortal. Thinking of how this man had spent his whole life elevated above others and blessed with good fortune, and had served alongside the elder brother he admired but could never have for a hundred years, he felt both envy and hatred. He was only a ghost from a dark gutter, destined to walk a path different from the gods. They had the same name and the same birthday, so how had they ended up with such utterly different fates and such completely different lives?

Originally posted on Lofter by @Ge Zhizhi Fangfei Ziwo