After Jiang Chi died, the history books left him eight words: "His achievements will shine for ages; his scumminess knows no bounds."
He sealed the Xumo single-handedly, created a widely used sword art, and quelled the sects' infighting. Every one of his accomplishments was something others could only dream of achieving in a lifetime.
But after flirting with the leader of an immortal sect, he would turn around and drink merrily with its young master. He accepted enough betrothal gifts to buy half a city, then acted as if nothing had happened.
There was no mistaking it: he was a shameless scoundrel.
Nearly every renowned prodigy in the cultivation world had once been involved with him.
Every one of them had been hurt to the core, unable to let go of either love or hate.
Stories based on his life had been bestsellers for a thousand years, every word dripping with tears and blood.
Reborn one day, Jiang Chi's soul found itself inhabiting Lin Chuxue, a good-for-nothing Qingyuan Sect disciple who had died unexpectedly.
The young man's beauty was peerless, and he resembled Jiang Chi himself by seven parts. But his spiritual root had been destroyed, and ever since childhood he'd been fed a body-controlling Gu and trampled and bullied by everyone around him.
Worse, he was about to be sent to the Demon Palace for the amusement of its master, who was rumored to hate Jiang Chi to the bone.
Leaning against the broken bed in the outer disciples' courtyard, Jiang Chi read a storybook with relish, trying to remember who this enemy of his was.
Right. He didn't know him.
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Rumor had it that the Demon Lord, Shi Lian, was cruel by nature and mad for blood.
Years ago, someone touched a portrait he kept hidden, and Shi Lian cut off their hand on the spot.
Someone once mentioned Jiang Chi's name at a banquet, and Shi Lian tore out their tongue.
Everyone was certain that this useless pretty face wouldn't last three days in the Demon Palace.
Gauzy curtains hung inside Liguang Hall, and a cool, fragrant incense drifted through the air.
The Demon Lord sat high on the main seat in dark red robes, his voice cool and detached. "Look up."
Jiang Chi yawned and raised his eyes, meeting Shi Lian's gaze in the darkness against the light.
Shi Lian stared at that face, lightly tapping the armrest with his fingertips. "Similar, but not quite."
"Then throw him into Soul Devouring Cliff."
Soul Devouring Cliff rose ten thousand zhang, its dark mists churning.
Those who entered lost both body and soul. No one had ever returned alive.
Everyone took delight in the news. This useless pretty face was sure to be the quickest to die.
But not long afterward, during an immortal sect trial, a group of people passed a bamboo cottage on Spirit Mountain and witnessed a jaw-dropping scene.
The pretty face who should have been long dead was lying weakly on a soft couch, while the bloodthirsty Demon Lord himself humbly served him tea and water!
Not only did he knock over the cup, he even casually turned the Demon Lord back into his original form?!
The lofty Demon Lord wasn't angry at all. Instead, he pitifully stretched out a fluffy fox paw and rubbed it against the pretty face's palm.
Everyone: ⊙﹏⊙∥!!!
Reader's Guide:
1. The shou is powerful, naturally a scoundrel and no good person. The gong is a lunatic, ruthless and underhanded.
2. The gong's original form is a little fox (-o⌒).
3. Younger gong, first love for both, 1v1.
[Play the pig to eat the tiger, secret identities exposed, love triangle drama, romance-focused, bittersweet]
Theme: If you dig a hole yourself, you have to fill it in, even if it kills you.
