Bound to a Black Lotus Sword Spirit [Book Transmigration]

Lazy, dignified junior disciple x beautiful, deranged top Xie Ran transmigrated into an old-fashioned, melodramatic xianxia novel called Seeking Love. The protagonist, Wen Lian, cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness, yet was irresistible to everyone, with a cold, beautiful face and a bewitching body that drew the covetous attention of countless male leads. Among them, the one who made readers grit their teeth and ache with frustration the most was Chang You. He was sickly, cold, and obsessive. He was the one who seduced Wen Lian into breaking his Path of Ruthlessness, only to let him go with carefree ease in the end, making the beautiful protagonist weep. Such a menace met his end when the other male leads, consumed by jealousy, joined forces to kill him. The readers all wept: Damn, how could they not add such a compelling man to the harem?!!! Only Xie Ran felt thoroughly satisfied. No other reason: Chang You was one of the few sensible characters with any brains in this idiotic novel, and Xie Ran was relieved he hadn't been ruined by the protagonist's group. There was no need to mention all the melodrama in the book. Xie Ran transmigrated into this idiotic novel with no backstory, no golden finger, and no special aura. He didn't even exist in the original story. He was a pure cannon fodder character. Fortunately, he had a sword spirit bound to him. The sword spirit was a good person, if a bit cold. He knew everything from the stars above to the geography below, and the two of them insulted people, cultivated, and fought monsters together. After spending three years together, the sword spirit knew better than anyone how much Xie Ran hated Chang You and the rest of the protagonist's group. On the day the sword spirit vanished, the Di Ting Secret Realm collapsed and the phoenix emerged. At last, a sliver of the darkness the original story had never shown was revealed to Xie Ran. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked out of the storm and snow, step by step, becoming the Supreme Sword Wielder. The Supreme Sword Wielder, unmatched across the Six Realms, master of the Undying Bones, so devastatingly cool he could make people's legs go weak, a being of pure light. And yet, at midnight on the Ghost Festival, when yin energy was at its strongest, he was abducted into the Infernal Prison. Ten thousand ghosts cowered and trembled. Their terrifying cries of greed, hatred, and delusion could not change the slightest shade of the young man's cold brows as he knelt on the ground. Only when he heard a soft laugh did he raise his eyes, briefly stunned. The palace bells rang clear and sweet. His blood ran cold. The wind from three thousand directions turned into a storm of merciless sword light. The Ghost Lord perched on his seat, smiling with his chin propped on one hand. White hair, golden eyes, finger bones like bamboo joints, and lips so red they were almost decadent. "Xie Ran, the junior disciple taken in by Elder Taiching of the Wenxian Sect?" His voice was soft and husky, his tone nonchalant. He brought to mind a cold-blooded, indifferent viper. In an instant, Xie Ran's whole body stiffened, as if he'd been plunged into the depths of a freezing lake. Only then did Xie Ran understand. In the chill of early spring, with peach blossoms in full bloom and rosy clouds filling the sky, when he'd spoken with loathing about Chang You, the sword spirit had let out that laugh that was half a sneer. "What makes you so sure I'm not him?" - In his previous life, someone in the immortal realm described Chang You this way: Born from chaos, raised in a place without light, time, or sun and moon. White hair, golden eyes, ruler of ten thousand ghosts. One person, and he was the Infernal Prison. But no one knew that this notorious future lord of the Infernal Prison, destined to cast the world into shadow, had once opened his eyes at the age of seven and become the sword spirit of another child his own age. From then on, their daily routine became trading insults and blows. Sometimes they had father-son spats, and often they fought to the death. Supreme Sword Wielder x Lord of the Infernal Prison "In life, we share a bed. In death, we share a coffin." Content warning: A brainless, indulgent power fantasy. Don't overthink it. Theme: May we live as long as heaven and earth, and shine as brightly as the sun and moon