Mayfly Guest

[Not the current mainstream style of cultivation. I’ll revise the blurb again before launch, but the story won’t change.]

[There will be at least 30 chapters in the backlog when it launches.]

In this world, there are immortals, demons, and mortals.

An immortal can overturn the sea with a single sword strike, yet also lie in rags aboard a boat, listening to the rain. A demon can tear out a heart and devour a human with one claw, yet also take human form to repay a kindness and understand the will of Heaven.

Mortals are as numerous as mayflies, yet they can forge the furnace of the mortal world, where myriad things and earthly pleasures burn bright.

*

Shen Youxin woke up one day to find himself a corpse.

He lay inside a pitch-black coffin, his memories were incomplete, his pockets were empty, and there was a bloody hole in his chest.

Before he could figure out whether he was dead or alive, several uninvited guests arrived at the funeral home where his body was being kept.

One of them was so ethereal and immaculate, so bright as the moon, that he seemed like an immortal who had wandered into the mortal world.

This immortal had no manners at all. He pried open Shen Youxin’s coffin lid and looked him over as if he were a piece of pork, then ordered, “This corpse is in decent shape. Break off some kindling and burn him.”

“It's been years since I last smelled the scent of fresh blood and flesh burning by candlelight.”

Listening, Shen Youxin thought, What kind of immortal is this? He sounds more like a demon.

Little did he know that whether immortal or demon, all the causes and fates began with the palm strike he had once unleashed amid the falling snow.

Your immortal bones know neither heat nor cold; after a thousand years, our meeting still feels like yesterday.

*

When Rong Xu was a naive young man, he met an immortal who changed his life, introducing him to the Way and teaching him the laws of Heaven.

Many years later, he still remembered the June snow swirling over Hanlu Mountain, and the figure riding a deer up from its foot. He hoped that one day he, too, would reach those clouds, stand shoulder to shoulder with that immortal, and live forever in carefree freedom.

But the world is ever-changing, and Heaven and Earth are unpredictable.

When word arrived that Shen Youxin had dissipated his cultivation and passed away, Rong Xu crushed the last divination stick in his hand and climbed Hanlu Mountain alone, though it was under siege by countless demons.

From that day on, the world lost a sage who could calculate the secrets of Heaven and gained a great demon feared by all.

* A xianxia road-trip story.

* Not the current mainstream cultivation style. It leans toward classical xianxia, tales of gods, ghosts, and the supernatural, and the workings of karma and fate. It isn't a power-leveling story, and may involve a bit of people overthinking things.

* Basically, it's a story about an amnesiac, max-level powerhouse starting over and still showing off wherever he goes (?).

Please note:

1. From the gong’s point of view. Happy ending, one-on-one pairing, classical xianxia, mutual pampering and sweetness, with plenty of original worldbuilding.

2. This isn't a past-life-and-present-life story. The gong wasn't reincarnated, and his memories will return. No other spoilers. The first paragraph of the blurb isn't the actual opening.

3. This story includes all kinds of extremes, including but not limited to readers with strong character preferences. If it isn't to your taste or doesn't meet your expectations, please don't read it or put labels on it.

4. Both partners put effort into the relationship. The pairing will not be reversed or broken up.

5. Blurb dated 2022.2.11, revised 2022.6.2, with screenshots saved as evidence. May plagiarists choke on their water, pay double for groceries, and suffer insomnia and hair loss.

Theme: The “truth” in cultivation.