The Beautiful, Strong, and Wretched Narcissus [Reborn]

[Thanks for your support and enthusiastic attention! My new novel, "The Proud Dragon's Manual for Raising a God," is now being serialized, hehe!] Though he died, his years of life remain. Ji Xiao, the new emperor who had turned against everyone, killed his father and brother, and seized the highest throne in the land, was poisoned to death. Pei Qing, an unencumbered secret guard with neither father nor mother, opened his eyes in another time and space. In this life, Pei Qing will watch his former self enjoy boundless favor and the support of all, and protect him through the treacherous struggle for power, keeping him safe and sound in every way. * Memories of the past flicker like fleeting lights. In a fate filled with betrayal, malice, and deceit, someone once protected a fragment of a soul through the workings of the Heavenly Dao, letting it remain in the mortal world. How can this hard-won life be made complete? If Heaven will not save me, I will save myself. Only by fusing flesh and blood can love remain unchanging until death. Content warning: Selfcest, with both sides saving each other. I may occasionally edit and fix typos! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Blurb for the next novel, "The Proud Dragon's Manual for Raising a God," currently being serialized After crippling his own cultivation and infiltrating the number one sect in the human realm, Ji Wuchen acquires a little statue of a god. There is no white-bearded old man inside the statue, only the soul of a young man, on the verge of dispersing at any moment. "Call me A Yuan." The soul sits in the statue with a cold expression. "One drop of blood for one sword. Does the Demon Lord want to make this deal?" Ji Wuchen does indeed have a sword. Its name is Taishang. It severs the seven emotions and cuts off karma. It's a good sword, but as a member of the demon race, he can't use an immortal weapon. From then on, wherever the sword points, immortal sects fall and the Nine Hells tremble. Yet whenever the blade is stained with blood, the golden bell around A Yuan's ankle rings through his sea of consciousness, stirring the demonic markings as if his heart were burning in flames. When Ji Wuchen is on the verge of completing his Great Dao, ready to lead the demons of the Nine Hells to rise up and rule the Three Realms, A Yuan, eyes red, washes his neck clean and kneels on the ground. "Kill me, and the Demon Lord can have what he wants." Ji Wuchen: "?" A Yuan's voice trembles at the end. "The Demon Lord is missing one tribulation of love." Ji Wuchen looks around. His subordinates stand silent and trembling like quails in the frost, and he can't tell which of them put the idea in A Yuan's head. His gaze turns dark. "I am in love with you?" A Yuan's eyes widen and his face flushes red. He wishes he could burrow into the ground and disappear into the sky. Later, all three realms hear the same rumor: The Demon Lord of the Nine Hells has gone mad cultivating the Heartless Dao He spares women and children while slaughtering the immortal sects, plants peach blossoms throughout his halls after wiping out his enemies, and, most outrageous of all, uses his primordial spirit to shield that divine statue from the nine layers of heavenly fire when the Heavenly Dao's tribulation strikes. Until A Yuan once again presses a sword to his own throat. "Kill me to prove your Dao." Ji Wuchen's demonic markings wind around his bloodied wrist. "I've changed my mind." He crushes the Taishang Sword, letting its shards cut into his palm. "I want the Heavenly Dao to change its rules, " "A demon marrying a god doesn't break the heavenly laws, does it?" #You said you'd cultivate the Heartless Dao, so where's your Daoist heart?# #How do you graduate from the Heartless Dao without killing your Dao companion?# #What kind of fool would want to cut down his beloved?# #He runs, he chases, and neither of them can get away# ~ Proud-dragon-type gong × sweet-looking-but-dark-and-then-sweet-again shou ~ Mutual pining ~ It probably won't be angsty. Would I write angst? I wouldn't. (wry smile) Theme: Hold fast to your original aspirations, even in difficult circumstances