Reborn as the Demon Lord's Dark Moonlight

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When Lin Yihe was young, he found a child in the Tianyan Sect and brought him back to the sect. He raised the boy with great care and passed on all his sword-forging skills. Everyone knew that he doted on this junior disciple more than anyone.

In the thirty-fifth year of the Tianjia era, Lin Yihe killed his junior disciple in the Cold Prison at the Immortal Terrace. The young man had been accused of murdering his master and friend. When everyone went to investigate, they found no body.

In the thirty-seventh year of the Tianjia era, Lin Yihe died suddenly. In September of that same year, the Demon Venerable Yan Zhixuan emerged and founded the White Deer Sect. He personally built a Summoning Platform and a Forbidden Tower, and forbade his followers from using swords.

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Lin Yihe died unexpectedly, but a hundred years later, he was reborn as a useless Foundation Establishment cultivator. He had forgotten both the grudge over the sword owed to him and even who he was, and was dragged off to the demonic sect to do hard labor, forging swords for its leader.

Whether he did the hard labor or not, he would die once the sword was finished. If he failed to forge it, he would die too.

Lin Yihe: Might as well give up... Whoever wants to live can live.

Life in the sect was miserable, but Lin Yihe made friends with a guard. Unfortunately, this man was an insane fan of the Demon Venerable Yan Zhixuan and couldn't stand to hear a single bad word about him.

Lin Yihe: He wears a cat mask every day. He must look like Yama or a yaksha!

Yan Zhixuan, mistaken for a guard, quietly turned to check the mirror. The face reflected there was a picture of perfect features.

Lin Yihe: You worked like a beast for him for decades, and he only gave you a few scraps of silver?! He's a miser reincarnated, unwilling to part with even a single coin.

Yan Zhixuan, determined to keep his guard disguise intact, deliberately left his purse in his bedroom: ...

Lin Yihe: My senior brother was once my white moonlight, but now he's become my black moonlight. Knowing Yan Zhixuan, if this man came back to life, he'd be cut to pieces...

Yan Zhixuan silently studied the black moonlight himself, whom he had gotten back after losing him. Hmm. He was lively and well, and hadn't been cut to pieces.

Just when Yan Zhixuan thought he could keep getting along with his senior brother like this, Lin Yihe regained his memories. With a smile, he casually asked, "Do you have a map? Nothing special. I just want to see the sights around the demonic sect."

The day the sword was finished, Lin Yihe took the fake map Yan Zhixuan had given him and fled in a panic to save his own life.

Lin Yihe ran away, but didn't get far. As soon as he stepped outside, a crowd of demonic cultivators surrounded him.

Lin Yihe looked at the people blocking his way with calm resignation. "Do you really insist that I repay this debt with my life?"

The little guard sat astride a horse in the middle of the crowd, his aura aloof and cold. "I want you to repay it with yourself."

Lin Yihe: "...What?"

The cabbage I raised with such care wants to take me for himself?

Easygoing, laid-back weapon-forging master gong x silent, scheming, possessive Demon Venerable shou

Theme: Don't let setbacks and difficulties in life wear you down. Face them bravely and welcome a new tomorrow.