I Became the Male Lead's Cinnabar Mole

Ten years ago, Yan Cong'an was the brightest star in the cultivation world. Everyone believed he would inherit the legacy of Lingju Sect and enjoy unparalleled glory. But then the sect was stained with blood for three thousand feet. Yan Cong'an faced the condemnation of thousands with a smile, knelt to thank his sect, then sent Lin Xiao out of certain death, taking one painful step after another. A fallen prodigy, a star gone dim. No one saw Yan Cong'an again after that. All they heard was that Lin Xiao, whom he had sent away, rose rapidly from a mixed-blood demon to eventually bring ruin upon all the demon realm. In casual conversation, people would recall Immortal Lord Yan and lament that the gentle, kind prodigy, as radiant as the morning sun, had thrown away his life for a mixed-blood. Even Yan Cong'an himself hadn't expected that he'd created a perfect persona to show the male lead, once he turned dark, that love and justice still existed in this world. But Lin Xiao had remembered him for ten years. Ten years later, he returned to this world and saw the revered lord with his emotions in tatters and his heart plagued by demons. He said cautiously, "Cong'an, you've finally come back." At first, he thought all the righteous cultivators were hypocrites, virtuous in appearance but corrupt within. He told the whole story of his miserable past, deliberately making himself out to be a pitiful wretch. He made the other man gradually take pity on him, use his influence to help him, and find him a way out. He didn't believe anyone would give their sincere affection to a mixed-blood, not until the blood-soaked, three-thousand-foot path through the sect came to an end. Most people in this world are alike, but there are always exceptions. Yan Cong'an was that exception. He escaped as he had hoped, and finally understood that some things are fated from the moment they begin. After ten years plagued by inner demons, when he saw that man again, all he heard was a calm, laughing reply: "I'm sorry. I've never met you." Along the three-thousand-foot path, blades pierced my body. For ten years, my heart was overrun by demons. For the rest of my life, I'll never escape the trap I was born into for your sake. Screenshot taken on 2020.12.13. Theme: Give the male lead love and care.