The Chosen Villain, but with a Love-Brain

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The seventh young master of the Xie family was fabulously wealthy and kind by nature.

Once, he gave a silver ingot to a con artist in a tight spot.

The world is unpredictable. The Xie family collapsed overnight, and the entire clan was wiped out.

The young man, once dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, now wandered among beggars in a daze, waiting for his life to end.

Then the con artist from before found him and offered him half a flatbread.

The man's voice was warm and clear, like a cool, flowing spring.

He said, "Do you want revenge?"

He did. He dreamed of it, of tearing those people apart alive.

Under Zhang Bu Wen's guidance, he climbed higher, one step at a time.

From barely being able to hold a sword steady to striking with ruthless precision.

From never having killed a chicken to coldly plunging his blade into his enemy's heart.

In the end, standing atop a mountain of corpses, no one dared raise their eyes to look at him.

Then he turned to the man who had always been by his side.

"You've helped me so much. Is there anything you need me to do?"

The man's gaze was distant. His fingertips traced the passing of several inches of time, and he said with a sigh:

"A thousand years ago, the one I loved died an untimely death. I searched all the way from the heavens to the underworld, yet never found him. Once you reach Twelve Capital, go look before the Rebirth Stone for me. Find out where he went."

The Rebirth Stone in Twelve Capital can reveal past lives and glimpse the next.

A flicker passed through Xie Xiao Qi's eyes as he hid the affection in his heart. He swallowed his bitterness and went.

But there, before the Rebirth Stone, the image of the man's beloved appeared in the illusion.

Why did he look exactly like Xie Xiao Qi?

At first: "This young master will never be anyone's substitute!"

Later: "Fine, I'll be your substitute. I'll be whoever you want me to be. Just don't send me away, all right...?"

Note:

1. Xiao Xie is the top, and Old Zhang is the bottom.

2. The first chapter introduces a short section of background, which may affect your reading experience. The author won't revise it, since doing so would require major changes and affect the pacing of the entire story.

3. The author often gets carried away in the author's notes and writes little skits. Readers who don't enjoy them can hide the notes.

4. There are countless stories on Jinjiang. If this one isn't to your taste, you can find one that suits you! I'll keep working to improve and hope to win over more readers in the future!

5. Lots of original setting details!

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Kill That Archrival

On the day Li Zhiyu was to be married, his groom ran away!

They say the wedding sedan was almost at the gate of his home when a sudden gale rose, and the groom, Su Wuxiang, fell from his horse.

When he awoke again, surrounded by people, he removed the red veil, mounted his horse, and galloped toward the greatest sect in the world to cultivate the path of mercilessness.

"Please tell Li Zhiyu that I have wronged him."

Afterward, Li Zhiyu's friends in town laughed at him for a whole month.

Furious, he packed his bags overnight and chased after Su Wuxiang with the family sword for killing husbands in hand.

But to join the sect, one first had to be tested for talent and then pass a series of trials.

So he endured countless hardships and put in every effort, finally becoming a new disciple of the sect and meeting his former fiance.

The man was extraordinarily talented and had already risen to a high position.

By coincidence, he was also the master directly in charge of the sect Li Zhiyu had joined.

Li Zhiyu: This is so damn humiliating!

So, at the disciple-acceptance ceremony, he put the husband-killing sword to the man's neck and threatened him viciously: "If you can't give me a reason for breaking off our engagement today, I'll make sure your blood spills right here!"

Su Wuxiang fell in love with Li Zhiyu at first sight.

When he was young, his parents died, and Li Zhiyu's father raised him. The two families arranged their betrothal when they were children.

Li Zhiyu was a young master raised in luxury.

It was Su Wuxiang's good fortune to marry him.

From the moment their engagement was set, he looked forward to their wedding every moment.

But half a month after the engagement, the enemies who had wiped out his family discovered he was still alive and wanted to exterminate him.

He happened to be away that day. When he returned, the person who had once shared his bed had been dismembered, reduced to ashes, and covered in blood. Their blood had stained the winter clothes they had sewn together.

After that, nothing remained in his mind but revenge.

He spent fifty years cultivating through regret and guilt, and at last, in his seventies, he avenged his family.

The day after his revenge, he took his own life before Li Zhiyu's grave.

When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to fifty years earlier, astride a tall horse and on his way to marry the young man.

This time, he ran away from the wedding.

When they met again, a year had passed. The young man glared furiously and cornered him with a sword.

But Su Wuxiang only gazed at him with tender affection and laughed.

"You're still alive. Thank goodness."

Theme: Those who leave me cannot be kept; yesterday's day is gone.