After Faking My Death, the Sect's Little Tyrant Fell for Me

For the good of their sects, Pei Cibing and Song Huaigu are forced to become cultivation partners.

According to the rumors, Song Huaigu has been secretly in love with Pei Cibing for ages. Taking advantage of a mutually beneficial arrangement between their sects, he pulled every trick in the book to win the chance to become Pei Cibing's cultivation partner.

Pei Cibing, who has always thrown his weight around in the sect, is so furious his teeth grind. The first thing he does after entering the bridal chamber is flip the table at Song Huaigu.

“Even if we become cultivation partners, don't expect a shred of affection from me. I'll never like you, never!!”

Song Huaigu looks up at his words, but Pei Cibing has already stormed off, never seeing the smile on his breathtakingly handsome face.

“That's wonderful.”

He came for the sect's treasured heirloom. Becoming Pei Cibing's cultivation partner was merely a means to an end. Each could go their own way, and that would be best.

As for the rumors? Just a strategy. Only an idiot would believe them.

*

The day Song Huaigu gets his hands on the treasure, he stages a spectacular fake death and takes off with it.

He asks his companion, “Is Pei Cibing so happy he's about to go crazy?”

His companion hesitates. “He's about to go crazy, that's true. Can't say whether he's happy, though.”

*

Three years after Song Huaigu's fake death, Pei Cibing takes over as sect leader. The once lawless little tyrant grows increasingly unhinged. They say he even has a thoughtful, gentle cultivation partner who stays by his side night and day.

On a dark, windy night, Song Huaigu accidentally ducks into a room. He looks up and finds himself face-to-face with a portrait of himself. While he's still stunned, the person behind him seals off the room.

Song Huaigu manages to keep his composure. “...What is this?”

“The cultivation partner who's been keeping me company for three years,” Pei Cibing says hoarsely. “I've been waiting for you to come back to me. Since you won't come back on your own, I'll have to use other methods.”

Pei Cibing shoves him hard into the bedding. “Song Huaigu, you're very good at scheming, aren't you? So how are you going to make it up to me for these three years?”

Song Huaigu: “...”

Weren't you the one who swore you'd never fall for me?!

What Song Huaigu doesn't know is that on the snowy night three years ago when he faked his death, Pei Cibing, the sect's little tyrant who had always looked down on his cultivation partner, stood all night on that scorched earth, holding a withered plum blossom.

A short-tempered sect tyrant top (Pei Cibing) X a scheming, black-bellied, flirtatious bottom (Song Huaigu)

Reading Guide

1. One-on-one, happy ending.

2. Mutual devotion, with both of them firmly in love with each other. Very, very firmly.

3. Love amid schemes and unexpected twists, a sort of marriage-first, love-later story.

4. Neither of them has any romantic feelings for anyone else in the cast.

5. There will be angst. The larger setting is to blame.

6. A mountain of personal worldbuilding.

Theme: Hold on to hope and keep striving