The Hated Junior Disciple Is Devoted to the Dao

In his past life, the one standing in the temple hall was his elegant, lofty master. In front of the entire sect, he recited An Ruoning's crimes one word at a time: "Disrespecting your elders, colluding with the demonic sect, framing your fellow disciples. An Ruoning, do you plead guilty?" Hearing these baseless accusations, An Ruoning fell to his knees. The sword at his waist rang out in a mournful hum, and blood slid down his beautiful cheek. He closed his eyes. "This disciple... pleads guilty." Reborn into another life, An Ruoning returned to the day he had first joined the sect. At last, he realized that his world was nothing more than a power-fantasy novel. Its protagonist was his cold, aloof senior brother, while he was merely a supporting character, framed and killed by a suitor who secretly loved the senior brother. In this life, he resolved to focus on cultivation, collect the fragments of the sword manual he'd failed to find in his previous life, master it, and then leave the sect to escape the fate that the plot had marked out for him. But he never expected that the master who'd once been indifferent to him would now teach him swordsmanship personally, or that his second senior brother, who'd called him a little vixen, would constantly seek out unusual trinkets to please him. Even his senior brother, who'd never spared him a second glance, had started acting strangely. An Ruoning had merely stumbled upon another sect disciple confessing to his senior brother. The next day, the icy man blocked his path, a note of panic in his voice. "Ningning, she and I... have nothing to do with each other." An Ruoning simply looked at him calmly. "Senior Brother, you're blocking my way to sword practice." Beautiful but cold and aloof bottom x powerful but hopelessly devoted top Theme: Great accomplishments can only be achieved through arduous and determined effort