The Demon Lord Is Reborn in the Righteous Path

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The former Demon Lord fell in a single day, and the entire cultivation world erupted. People spread the news everywhere, joy written all over their faces. They wished they could set off firecrackers for three days and nights to celebrate. Only one person was an exception.

That person was the Demon Lord Xie Chu'an's nemesis, the greatest cultivator in the world, Immortal Lord Su'an.

Xie Chu'an thought that after his death, Yan Su would be the happiest person of all. It wasn't until seven years later, when he was reborn as a powerless mortal and returned to the cultivation world, that he realized this might not be the case. Yan Su, who had never taken a disciple, accepted him as his sole direct disciple.

After his death, Yan Su gathered his remains.

After his soul scattered, Yan Su did everything he could to summon it back.

Everyone in the sect knew that after the Demon Lord Xie Chu'an fell, their noble and upright Immortal Lord Su'an shut his doors to visitors. He secluded himself for years, his spirits visibly flagging.

Then, seven years later, Immortal Lord Su'an took on a disciple with the same name as the former Demon Lord.

The sect members only dared whisper about it behind his back.

"Has Immortal Lord finally... moved on?"

"One generation replaces another, after all. I just feel sorry for our new junior uncle. Sigh."

"Is this the body-double trope from a romance novel?"

Xie Chu'an: What body double? I'm replacing myself?

The Immortal Lord is the top!

Read these content notes first: 1. The tropes are pretty old-school and cheesy. I love cheesy stuff.

2. Extreme fans of either the top or bottom, please don't read. The author isn't a top fan or a bottom fan, just writes mainly from the bottom's perspective. If that's not for you, please click the X. Thank you.

3. The cover depicts neither the top nor the bottom. The protagonist doesn't have white hair. I'm looking for a more suitable cover, so please don't associate the person on the cover with the protagonist.

4. The author's cat wrote this story and can't remember what the content warnings are (even though the author doesn't have a cat).

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Blurb One: "My Lover Is Super Possessive"

Song Zhao was born into an ordinary family and had a rare genetic disease from birth, so the wealthy Lu family adopted him to pay for his treatment.

He depended on the Lu family to survive. He lived in their villa, and their laboratory treated his illness. Meanwhile, the Lu family's only young master became his dog behind closed doors.

Whenever Song Zhao took his medicine, Lu Qilian would prepare a glass of water at just the right temperature.

Whenever Song Zhao said he was tired, Lu Qilian would immediately carry him.

Remembering to eat when hungry and dress warmly when cold: Lu Qilian had tirelessly reminded him of such simple things for ten years. Their friends all teased him, asking why he chose to be Song Zhao's servant, always ready to come at his beck and call.

Only Song Zhao understood that Lu Qilian wasn't looking after him. His possessiveness was beyond abnormal.

Song Zhao belonged to Lu Qilian, and Lu Qilian alone.

At last, Song Zhao couldn't take it anymore and escaped the Lu household. That day, Lu Qilian flew into the greatest rage of his life. He swore he'd find Song Zhao even if he had to dig up every inch of ground. Lu Qilian tried everything, from chasing leads to staking out Song Zhao's home, but Song Zhao remained nowhere to be found.

Until one day, on a street corner, Lu Qilian caught sight of Song Zhao's figure vanishing in a flash.

It turned out the safest place was right under his nose. His Song Zhao had been living somewhere he could reach out and touch all along.

Blurb Two: "Bu Yan"

Ye Buyan is an orphan.

His childhood was miserable. He ate whatever people gave him and slept in a leaky temple or a dilapidated grass hut. Even at fifteen, he spoke like a baby, unable to pronounce words clearly or string sentences together. Wherever he went, people mocked and ridiculed him.

That was why he named himself "Bu Yan," meaning "unspeaking."

The first half of his life was nothing but hardship. Falsely accused of stealing, he was beaten and driven out of his village. He endured scorn at every turn, then, by chance, passed out at the foot of Wenxin Sect's mountain. A passing disciple carried him up the mountain, where he joined the outer sect as an ordinary cleaning disciple.

He thought this was the dawn of a better life. He had no idea it was the beginning of his nightmare.

He was used as a sparring partner and punching bag, made into a human test subject for medicine, and subjected to having his bones shaved and his tendons torn out. He suffered every torment under heaven.

As he lay at death's door, someone descended from the heavens and rescued him from the mire, encouraged him to stand on his own, and patiently taught him all sorts of skills.

That person said his name was Ye Qi.

Only after Ye Buyan rebuilt his meridians, surpassed himself, and became a great power in his own right, with everyone who had once bullied him beneath his feet, did he learn that this person was the one and only Divine Lord in all the world.

That person had another name: Ye Buyan.

The lofty Divine Lord had once seen his former self as a pearl in the mud, pitying and cherishing him like a precious treasure.

He was his own savior.

Theme: Don't let rumors deceive you.