Xiao Fengyue was a cauldron, offered up by his sect to the Demon Lord in exchange for benefits. He finally managed to escape, only to be picked up by Yan Feixing and brought back to his sect.
He thought he had gone from one den of wolves straight into another, and that he was bound to be bullied and humiliated again. But everyone in the sect treated him like a precious treasure.
The spirit stones he had never been able to save up, the pills he could never afford, and the divine weapons he had never even seen before were piled into his hands for him to pick from and spend as he pleased, all free of charge.
Yan Feixing, hailed as the greatest under heaven, even rolled up his sleeves and cooked for him. Whatever Xiao Fengyue needed, he took care of personally.
It all felt like a dream to Xiao Fengyue. Could fortune really fall from the sky? Or did Yan Feixing want him to willingly surrender his primordial yang?
Xiao Fengyue tested Yan Feixing by climbing into his bed, his clothes half undone and his gaze hazy.
Seeing his slender arms and legs, Yan Feixing thought his physique was too weak and his foundation too poor. He would have to add another set of fitness exercises to his daily routine from now on.
Xiao Fengyue created chances for them to touch, bathing with Yan Feixing and baring themselves to each other. He traced the scars on Yan Feixing's body with his fingers, deliberately teasing him.
But Yan Feixing's eyes held no lust for his beauty, only pride in himself. He eagerly recounted how he had spent half his life at war, through flashing blades and bloodshed, defeating every opponent under heaven.
When subtle hints failed, Xiao Fengyue laid his cards on the table. "I was born into the world of pleasure, stained from head to toe with filth. All I learned was how to serve people with my looks. What do you want from me?"
Yan Feixing pitied him for his lonely, miserable past. "I only want to take you as my disciple, pass on everything I know, and stand up for you."
Later, Xiao Fengyue was reborn, his name renowned throughout the world. He became a dashing young man admired by many.
The man who had said he only wanted to be his master was an old house catching fire, and he never realized that his jealousy was fermenting into possessiveness in his chest.
Xiao Fengyue said, "Master, someone has proposed marriage to me."
Yan Feixing gritted his teeth. "You are not allowed to accept."
Xiao Fengyue pretended to be troubled. "But he's already come to the door..."
Before he could finish, someone silenced him with a kiss.
Outside the door, just one wall away, the suitor was being shown around the courtyard. Xiao Fengyue looked at his master kissing him, his eyes glinting with smug satisfaction at how perfectly his plan had worked.
"Master, you know I like you best."
Theme: There is light in the darkness. That light is salvation.
