As the first person in the Mingcang Realm to break through to the Mahayana Realm, Yan Zhixing was at the height of his glory. Everyone who met him respectfully called him the Immortal of Daoxi.
Yet he never imagined that his most beloved junior brother would scheme against him and kill him, destroying his elixir and taking his life. Even his body disappeared without a trace.
He died with his eyes open, wronged and full of hatred. It was understandable that he would possess another body and return for revenge. What he couldn't understand was how he'd ended up possessing a sickly invalid who had to catch his breath every three steps and cough every five.
Even more shocking, the invalid was the second wife of Ji Wutian, the great demon of the Mingcang Realm, and a cultivation furnace Ji Wutian used to cultivate!
In other words, he had become the little shiniang of the Xunshan Sect, the sect that had been his greatest enemy in life.
Everyone in the Mingcang Realm knew the Xunshan Sect was a den of demons. Yan Zhixing had fought against them for years in his previous life, so he knew better than anyone that there wasn't a decent soul among them. Still, he never imagined that the great demon's disciples, those little demons, would harbor improper intentions toward their frail and beautiful little shiniang!
The fourth disciple's ears turned red. "I think you look a little like my mother."
The third disciple presented him with flowers beneath the moon. "At this time of year, only spring flowers are as fitting as Shiniang."
The second disciple threatened and coaxed him. "Shiniang and I know better than anyone why Master went mad during cultivation. Don't you want to keep me from talking?"
Only his former nemesis, now his "dear eldest disciple," had a heart as dark as a black lotus while putting on a respectable front, treating him with the utmost deference.
Yan Zhixing was forced to live with his head hanging in the balance. One day, he finally "blew up," and his Dao companion, the great demon Ji Wutian, caught him in the act with the little demons.
That day should have been the day he died, if one of the little demons, his current "dear eldest disciple" and former nemesis Duan Chenshan, hadn't killed his master and seized his position.
"Shiniang, Master is dead. Everything in the Xunshan Sect belongs to me now." His eyes were dark, like a wolf watching its prey. He repeated ominously, "Everything."
Yan Zhixing had thought that he would be free once Ji Wutian was dead. His heart sank.
However, before long, the junior brother who had once "killed" him and framed him came with a group of people to attack the Xunshan Sect. Yan Zhixing drove his sword into Duan Chenshan's chest.
He calmly wiped the blood from his sword. "Sect Master Hong, this is my pledge of allegiance. From now on, I should be free."
After the winter of the eighth year ended, Duan Chenshan finally no longer had to go to the Yanling Grounds.
It took him nine years to earn a single sword strike.
[FraIl and aloof, secretly a max-level powerhouse, seemingly harmless but secretly ruthless bottom & restrained and proper, secretly obsessive, dark, and unhinged top]
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Theme: Take steady steps toward far-reaching goals, then go on to achieve great things
