[Plans can't keep up with changes. I'll start this one after I finish My Nemesis Broke My Heartless Dao. Thank you!]
Shen Biechen, the Qinglan Immortal Venerable and founder of the immortal path, was actually killed by the four prodigy disciples he had raised himself, who joined forces to prove their Dao through his death.
The four disciples each ascended to immortality, while he became a wisp of scattered soul, stranded in the void for five hundred years.
Five hundred years later, Shen Biechen looked at his new body and fell silent.
This body was far too eye-catching. Matchmakers came one after another, until Shen Biechen had no choice but to cover his face with a silver mask whenever he went out.
This body was far too weak, too. He was out of breath after walking a few steps, and a little breeze could leave him coughing for ages... Shen Biechen found it even more tiresome.
Shen Biechen had no choice but to find a way to reclaim what belonged to him, along with a missing piece of his memory.
When Shen Biechen walked out of the Shen family estate, the entire cultivation world was in an uproar...
On the way to Sanqing Gate, Shen Biechen came across an impossibly adorable little beauty, exquisitely delicate. Unable to resist, he kept the little darling by his side.
Only, the little darling didn't sleep very well.
Shen Biechen looked at the bruises all over his body, marks Jun Changli had left on him.
But when he lowered his eyes and saw Jun Changli looking so serious and innocent, he couldn't bring himself to scold him.
Shen Biechen sighed. "Little Ali, you're wonderful in every way, but you're not very talkative. You're much too quiet."
Jun Changli stared at Shen Biechen for a long while before finally replying in a muffled voice, "I can talk."
Shen Biechen laughed cheerfully. "Little Ali, you're so much like my eldest disciple. Then tell me, now that you're all grown up, why do you still insist on sharing a bed with your master? Hmm?"
At last, unable to withstand Shen Biechen's teasing, Jun Changli raised his eyes. His gaze burned as he answered honestly, "Because Master's waist is slender and soft, and feels good to hold."
Now it was Shen Biechen's turn to... blush.
But the truth couldn't stay hidden forever. When Jun Changli slowly transformed into Jun Wudu right before Shen Biechen's eyes, the tip of Shen Biechen's sword trembled violently.
He returned the sword thrust Jun Wudu had driven into his heart.
"Get out!"
Because of those words, Jun Wudu, clinging to his last breath, did his best to roll out of Shen Biechen's sight...
--From Jun Wudu's perspective--
He had once drifted between heaven and earth. Because of Shen Biechen, by a twist of fate, he took on a human form.
He had been born without a heart. Shen Biechen gave him half of his own, letting him understand the love hidden within it, and just how deeply it loved him.
But Jun Wudu had been born without love or emotion.
It was only beneath the rolling tribulation, as Jun Wudu watched Shen Biechen prepare to risk his life, that...
He wanted to laugh at Shen Biechen for being foolish, but he couldn't laugh.
He raised a hand and wiped his face, only to find it wet.
Shen Biechen, is it so wrong for me to cultivate the heartless Dao? Why would you do this?!
Jun Wudu had never imagined that one day he would endure ninety-nine heavenly punishments just to ask the so-called Heavenly Dao what love really was.
The strongest in the immortal path, the most possessive, and the most beautiful: a sickly master who is the adored recipient.
A ruthless man of few words, a taciturn disciple who dotes on his master: eldest disciple Jun Wudu (Jun Changli), the pursuer.
[Notes]
Both leads are devoted exclusively to each other, each other's first love, and the younger lead is younger than the recipient.
[Content warnings]
An unconventional crematorium arc. Proceed with caution if you're a fan of either the recipient or the pursuer.
[Synopsis captured on 2023.09.21]
Theme: Exhausting all the beauty in the world, as though one were a god
