Jiang Ling transmigrated into a book, a poorly finished cultivation novel, and was tasked with redeeming the story's great villain, Shen Yu, and stopping him from destroying the world.
To complete his mission, he worked diligently and never slacked off.
At an auction, Jiang Ling spent a fortune to buy Shen Yu, who was seventeen at the time, trapped in a den of demons and forced to serve as a plaything. He draped a robe over him and told him there was no need to be afraid anymore;
In the forbidden grounds behind the mountain, Jiang Ling sacrificed some of his own power to cleanse Shen Yu's meridians and reshape his spiritual roots, so he could stand openly before the world without resorting to crooked paths;
After the snow stopped on a winter night, Jiang Ling brought out a pot of osmanthus wine and clinked his cup against the one in Shen Yu's hand. Smiling, he said, "It's all in the past. Stay by my side without worry. No one will ever bully you again."
The coldness in Shen Yu's eyes finally began to melt, bit by bit.
But one day, when Jiang Ling saw with his own eyes the scars on the young man's body, scars that would remain even if he were reduced to ashes, he couldn't stop his eyes from turning red.
He had been wrong. Some wounds are branded onto the soul and will never fade.
Kindness is useless. Every scumbag who hurt him can go to hell.
Shen Yu knew he wasn't a good person. He hadn't been before, and he wasn't now. Not for a single moment had he stopped thinking about revenge and slaughter.
He treated human life as worthless and cared nothing for social norms. But in front of his senior brother, Jiang Ling, he pretended to be gentle and harmless.
This was the last pure place he had left.
Shen Yu thought he must never let his senior brother discover what he was really like.
But fate had other plans. One night, after killing someone, he lowered his eyes and washed the blood from his fingers with snowmelt. When he looked up, he saw the very person he least wanted to see.
The blood in Shen Yu's veins froze. At that moment, he felt that dying would be no worse.
It's over.
Shen Yu stood in the snow, utterly hopeless. But a moment later, his eyes suddenly widened.
"A Yu." Jiang Ling walked over, glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground, then took Shen Yu's hand and said calmly, "Who's next? I'll go with you."
A redemption story, a satisfying revenge story, 1v1, both pure and each other's first love, happy ending
Theme: If kindness is repaid with resentment, what is kindness repaid with?