The Max-Level Demon Venerable Takes the Frail Route

Just before the ascension, Linfeng Immortal Lord, the cultivation world's most promising candidate to ascend and become a god, failed his tribulation and perished, body and soul. Everyone lamented the loss of such a once-in-a-generation genius.

A hundred years later, when the Beiyuan Sect was recruiting disciples, a young man who looked exactly like Linfeng Immortal Lord appeared and wrote his name in the register.

Everyone was thrilled. Could the Immortal Lord have returned?!

Bai Qingning (covering his lips as he coughs): Sorry, I don't understand.

*

Later, they discovered that Bai Qingning was nowhere near as gifted as the great cultivator, and was also terribly frail.

Disciples who had joined after him had already formed their spiritual cores, but he couldn't.

He couldn't even go down the mountain to deal with the lowest-level monsters in the cultivation world.

He couldn't even manage the most basic sword techniques and meditation methods.

Everyone: Sigh, a genius like that really can't be replicated.

Bai Qingning (coughing until his face turns pale): What are you even talking about?

*

When everyone had completely given up on him, He Nanchu, the head of the Beiyuan Sect, shielded him, guiding his hand to hold his sword. "It's okay. We'll take it one step at a time," he said gently.

He protected this young disciple with all the tenderness he had. Yet the young disciple was always watching him with a searching gaze whenever he wasn't looking.

*

One day, He Nanchu stumbled into a demonic formation and was gravely wounded, his life hanging by a thread. Bai Qingning alone dared to charge in. Thunder roared overhead, crashing down and turning the pitch-black night into daylight. Everyone said the two of them were sure to die.

Bai Qingning lowered his eyes. The hand that usually couldn't even lift a sword rose, and in an instant summoned a raging gale from the heavens. Suffocating demonic energy swept in like an avalanche. A hundred thousand monsters and demons awaited his command, kneeling and bowing in submission.

The cultivation world's disciples dropped their swords in shock.

The Demon Lord?! Wasn't he supposed to be frail?!

Bai Qingning: Heh.

*

The cultivation world said few people had ever seen the new Demon Lord, never imagining that, to carry out his grand revenge, he had infiltrated the Beiyuan Sect long ago, disguised as a frail, forgettable nobody.

When his secret identity was exposed, the world was shaken.

The Demon Lord himself merely brushed the dust from his palm and looked toward He Nanchu, the Beiyuan Sect's head, who sat nearby, smiling without a word.

"You went to such lengths to force me to reveal my secret identity."

"Likewise," He Nanchu smiled. "Your file on me is still under your pillow, isn't it? It must be thick enough to fill a book by now."

Don't ask. These two great figures kept exposing each other's secret identities, until their scheming gave rise to an unbeatable pair of Alpha husbands.

Pretends to be innocent but openly flirtatious, ethereal top (He Nanchu) + X + feigns weakness but is really a vengeful Demon Lord bottom (Bai Qingning)

[Reader's Guide]

1. One-on-one romance, happy ending.

2. Bai Qingning: I'm frail. I just pretend to be.

3. He Nanchu: I'm innocent. I just pretend to be.

4. Two drama queens compete in an acting showdown, each with an agenda, before becoming the strongest Alpha power couple.

5. There will be angst, but no misunderstandings in the romance. The larger conflict and the villains are to blame.

6. The author's headcanon is as vast as a mountain range.

Theme: Face difficulties without fear, and keep moving forward.