2022.12.1
Lin Yanwen secluded himself for three hundred years, turning his back on the mortal world in pursuit of ascending to immortality.
When he returned from seclusion, he found that the world had changed.
The Qingyue Mountain he had founded had become the greatest sect in the cultivation world. Lin Yanwen himself had been deified and worshipped by later generations. The world was peaceful, and the age was unparalleled in its prosperity.
Only Luo Yunqi, the man Lin Yanwen had personally chosen as the next sect leader of Qingyue Mountain, had become a pariah in all three realms, notorious everywhere.
Later, he found Luo Yunqi crawling toward his doorstep after searching for him across a thousand miles... He was gravely wounded, mentally impaired, and his soul was shattered.
The high-grade immortal artifact that had once never left his side, the seven-stringed Yaoqin, had also vanished without a trace.
Lin Yanwen disguised himself and Luo Yunqi before returning to Qingyue Mountain, determined to uncover the truth.
--
Luo Yunqi once played the zither for seven days and seven nights in Qingyue Mountain's secret prison.
His fingertips were slick with blood. The moment the strings snapped, his soul scattered.
Content warnings:
1. My own take on cultivation, with whatever settings I feel like making up. Poor writing and a terrible style.
2. The top is favored, and I have a strong top-centric bias. Top- or bottom-centric readers should avoid this. If your preference is particularly strong, I recommend blocking this story.
A gentle beauty with the highest combat power, a corrupted saintly master gong X a pitifully tragic disciple shou, a silly boy in the early chapters and a madman later
Theme: Redemption
