Li Xianqing is revered as the greatest sword cultivator of all. Blessed with exceptional talent and dazzling brilliance, he cultivates the Unfeeling Way, but what he is even more famous for is his beauty.
It is said that a hundred years ago, during the war between the Three Realms, the former Demon Lord was so captivated by him that he could barely move and almost surrendered on the spot.
The former Demon Lord flew into a rage at this claim:
"Bullshit!"
"That brat isn't even half as good-looking as my son!"
Xie Li, dressed in red, lounged lazily on a tree branch as he listened to his father complain. His wide sleeve slipped down, revealing a stretch of pale arm, pure and clear as an immortal banished from heaven.
"Just how beautiful is he?" he casually asked the subordinate who had come to report.
The subordinate seemed dazed and swallowed hard.
That night, Xie Li sneaked into Kunlun.
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Everyone in Kunlun knew that Li Xianqing had been in seclusion ever since the great battle.
What they didn't know was that their greatest sword cultivator had long since become a cripple. The battle had stripped away all his cultivation and destroyed his spiritual root. Fortunately, his beloved senior brother, the sect leader, took him in and let him live a carefree life in the sect.
One night, unable to sleep, he found a little tyke at the foot of the mountain.
The child was remarkably good-looking, but covered in blood. His pale little hand clutched Li Xianqing's robe as he called him Master.
Li Xianqing crouched down and poked his cheek. "I'm not your master."
The child stared into his luminous eyes and called him Master again.
Fine. He'd do it for that adorable face.
Li Xianqing personally raised him to adulthood.
At last, the day of the next war between the Three Realms arrived.
Everyone in Kunlun watched as their elegant and dignified Senior Brother Xie drew his sword and pointed it at Li Xianqing. In a calm voice, he said, "I hear my master is the greatest sword cultivator. Xie Li of the Demon Realm has come to challenge him."
Li Xianqing: "..."
He'd been clinging to him and asking for a hug just yesterday.
Faced with a disciple taller than himself, Li Xianqing had no choice but to tell him the truth. "I can no longer cultivate the Unfeeling Way, so I can't draw my sword against you."
Xie Li froze. "You... gave up the Unfeeling Way because of me?"
Li Xianqing said in astonishment, "No, it's because..."
"I understand." Xie Li cut him off.
That day, the victory banquet prepared by the Demon Realm suddenly became a wedding feast. The Demon Lord had actually kidnapped the greatest sword cultivator and brought him back to the Demon Capital as his bride!
That night, dressed in blazing red wedding robes, Xie Li's eyes brimmed with affection as he clasped the fragile, powerless hand in his, their fingers entwined. He chuckled softly. "You should have told me about this sooner."
Li Xianqing: "..."
Help! What exactly do you think you've understood?
Theme: Struggling against hardship
