The Entire Immortal Sect Is Giving Me a Cremation of Love

Synopsis: Shen Huaijun was a renowned grandmaster of the immortal sects, refined and gentle, with peerless swordsmanship. Yet for three hundred years, he had endured the world’s mockery and scorn. They said he was jealous and resentful of his eldest disciple, always tripping him up in an attempt to ruin a genius. They said he had ulterior motives toward his second disciple, intending to raise him as a living ingredient for alchemy. They said he harbored vile intentions toward his third disciple, planning to lure the young demon into dual cultivation. They said… Bearing the world’s denunciations, Shen Huaijun leaped into the Immortal-Destroying Pool to prove his innocence. But only after reaching the bottom of the lake did he learn that he was a character in a book. His junior, Bai Sheng, was the protagonist adored by everyone, blessed with extraordinary fortune. Several of Shen Huaijun’s disciples had fallen for Bai Sheng in turn, and he had claimed all the rare treasures for himself. Shen Huaijun, meanwhile, was written as the villain, cursed with terrible luck. No matter what he did, he would be misunderstood and mocked by the world. However, after he rose from the Immortal-Destroying Pool, the book had reached its ending. The Heavenly Dao’s fortunes began to flow normally again, and all the grudges and sins would be judged. * Shen Huaijun, once reviled by all, returned with a newly accepted young disciple at his side. The people of the sect looked down on him, declaring that Shen Huaijun would never change. Had he gone and tricked another newcomer? But when the truth behind all his supposed “crimes” came to light, the sect leader and even the demon king knelt in a circle before the snow-covered flagstones outside a humble bamboo hut. Looking up, they saw their junior apprentice nestled in his master’s arms as the two traced talismans, stroke by stroke. Those were the days they had once possessed but failed to cherish, and could never get back again. * Mo Yanhan was the thousand-year-old Ghost King of the Ghost Domain. He had never forgotten how Shen Huaijun, for the sake of all living beings, had used half his cultivation to strike him back into the Ghost Domain. When he learned that Shen Huaijun had been slandered by the world and forced to leap into the Immortal-Destroying Pool, he specially went to enjoy his old enemy’s misfortune. But when he reached the pool, the white-robed immortal lay collapsed by the shore, blood staining the corner of his lips. Frail and gravely ill, he shed a tear of blood. The heart Mo Yanhan had kept cold for a thousand years gave a sudden beat. A young Ghost Lord as the top x a gentle, sickly, beautiful immortal as the bottom Theme: As long as you hold on to hope for the future, you can overcome anything.