The Beloved Prince Was Snatched Away by the Demon Venerable

Qitian Lingjun, the eldest prince of the Celestial Realm, was born with a maxed-out divine nature. His true form was a peacock with thirteen tail feathers.

From the moment he was born, all six realms watched him closely. Later, thanks to his gentle, jade-like nature and talent for making friends, he earned the nickname of the Six Realms' Number One Moonlight Crush.

His two younger brothers did whatever he said; the young masters of the four great immortal clans considered him a sworn brother; the second young lord of the demon realm, who acknowledged no one as his equal, couldn't bear to hear anyone say a bad word about him; and the Celestial Realm's most unruly war god was willing to embroider flowers with a needle for his sake...

At the heavenly banquet, he had only to lift his cup for dozens of people to hurry over and refill it.

Yet Qitian Lingjun leaned against his chair, his gaze meeting only that of the black-robed Demon Lord below, his face cold and hard.

The Demon Lord was the incarnation of an ancient ghost tree, with unfathomable magical power, perhaps equal to Lingjun's.

His friends and younger brothers disapproved of Lingjun inviting the Demon Lord to the banquet. They thought he was surrounded by demonic energy, and that flowers withered and grass died wherever he went. His reputation as a bringer of misfortune was infamous.

Lingjun set down his cup and said gently, "Rumors are often exaggerated. I once heard he saved an injured sparrow from a net of ten layers of golden threads. He must be a kind person, after all."

No one believed him, but out of deference to Lingjun's favoritism, they said no more.

Lingjun could not have known that years later, on the night his thousand-year tribulation arrived,

The kind person he had spoken of would stroll out of the shadows, lovingly and carefully gather his battered body into his arms, erase every trace, and lock him away in the Demon Realm, where shadows loomed everywhere.

A wooden cup clattered to the floor.

Lingjun leaned over the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand, but after a long while, he still couldn't reach it.

Urgent footsteps sounded outside. A moment later, someone gently helped him up and held him against his chest. "Thirsty? Why didn't you call for me?"

A cup of warm water was brought to his lips. Lingjun took a sip and said apologetically, "I shouldn't keep troubling you, Brother."

The man chuckled. "How is that troubling me?"

He was always so gentle.

Lingjun was moved. "I'm blind, with a broken leg, and I've lost all my magic. You and I were strangers, yet you've taken such good care of me. I truly have no way to repay you."

The man chuckled and took his hand. Seeing that Lingjun didn't resist, he pushed his luck, rubbing the soft center of the hand in his arms with his calloused thumb. "I told you, you don't have to repay me. Just accept it. Besides, what I want might be even more outrageous."

Lingjun clasped his hand in return and said earnestly, "Whatever you want, Brother, I'll do everything I can."

At that, the man's lips curled up. The desire in his eyes was almost impossible to suppress. "Good. You said it, so don't take it back."

Huli x Lingjun

A silly puppy at first, then a jealous, scheming little wolf of an attacker x a popular, sought-after recipient who is ascetic before falling in love and insatiable afterward

Theme: Don't be bound by a predetermined fate. Find your own path.