[Manuscript in progress]
Sword Pointing at the Azure Clouds is a male-oriented novel that doesn't quite follow tradition.
The protagonist, Yan Luojiu, was gifted from a young age and became famous throughout the land while still a teenager. Yet he was never arrogant. He cared for the world and pitied all living things.
He was a complete and utter bleeding heart.
That is, until the year he turned eighteen. After exhausting all his power to save the people, he was repaid with a siege led by his own sect and joined by the entire world.
From then on, the young man fell into the demonic path, without love or compassion and with nothing left to lose.
He gathered ghosts to his side, pointed his sword at the world, and returned every last drop of blood he had shed back then.
Especially to the mastermind behind the siege, who was also Yan Luojiu's master.
Unfortunately for Xie Ying, he transmigrated into the body of this very villain.
Thinking of his gruesome fate, skinned alive, his tendons torn out and bones scraped clean, Xie Ying's vision went black. He nearly fainted on the spot.
Fortunately, none of it had happened yet.
Yan Luojiu, the future demon lord everyone would fear, was currently just a new disciple who would look terribly guilty and apologize to Xie Ying even for accidentally knocking down a rose.
Xie Ying did the math. It would be ten years before the little bleeding heart turned into a great demon lord.
So Xie Ying spent those ten years working diligently to raise him into an even bigger bleeding heart, turning the siege that would shake the world into Yan Luojiu's moment of glory instead.
He restored every bit of the acclaim Yan Luojiu had lost in the original story.
Only on the day Yan Luojiu attained enlightenment and ascended did Xie Ying finally breathe easy.
Who could have guessed that night, an unfamiliar voice would sound deep inside his mind?
[The transmigrator has maliciously altered the plot, provoking numerous readers to leave negative reviews. To correct the story, the original male protagonist, the Demon Lord Yan Luojiu, has been transferred into this world.]
At the same time, a bolt of heavenly lightning suddenly struck Yan Luojiu's room next door.
Xie Ying's vision went black. "..."
Might as well strike me instead.
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The instant Yan Luojiu opened his eyes, he received all the memories of his counterpart in this world.
There was no pain, no suffering, no loneliness.
He didn't need to raise his sword against anyone, nor did he have to constantly watch out for betrayal.
Because someone stood in front of him, shielding him from the blades coming at him from every direction with his slender shoulders and back.
Someone who would light a lamp to teach him to read and personally guide him in swordplay.
Someone who would bandage his wounds and cook for him on his birthday.
Someone who knew what he liked and what he hated.
That person was Xie Ying.
In his previous life, Xie Ying had personally nailed him into a coffin of punishment and brought down ten thousand bolts of heavenly lightning to tear apart his three souls, seven spirits, and internal organs. He was also the "master" whose bones Yan Luojiu longed to devour and whose blood he yearned to drink.
He had never known Xie Ying could be so different here.
Yan Luojiu pushed open the door and gazed at Xie Ying, who had just risen beneath the red candles.
In the dim light, the worry on Xie Ying's face seemed all the more pronounced.
In that instant, Yan Luojiu was consumed by mad jealousy.
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If, across three thousand worlds, one lamp must shine forever for "me," why couldn't that person be me?
...He had to be me.
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Pairing: A top who can lose it anytime, anywhere x a master bottom whose only wish is to retire
A clichéd, angsty master-disciple age-gap romance with a happy ending.
The setting should be low-magic.
Blurb captured in February 2022.
Theme: Promoting truth, goodness, and beauty