The Immortal Venerable Doesn't Want to Push the Main Plot

[First time writing, read at your own risk, at your own risk QAQ]

Arrogant, flashy Demon Venerable top x seemingly aloof, upright gentleman bottom

Jiang Heting, the Immortal Venerable Yuanwei, had once been the foremost figure of the righteous path, his sword as white as snow, his character as bright as the moon.

After being reborn, he found himself a hundred years in the future, in the body of a frail alchemy cultivator serving the Demon Venerable, a madman who used living people to make medicine. He also had an inexplicable storybook in his head.

The storybook said that the Demon Venerable Feng Nian was violent and tyrannical, had a taste for men, and would kidnap Jiang Heting's junior fellow disciple, cripple his cultivation, and humiliate him in every way.

Jiang Heting was furious.

Jiang Heting: Draw your sword!

Except he couldn't. This body belonged to an alchemy cultivator. He was also afflicted by a strange Gu worm, and couldn't even lift a sword.

He decided to take the roundabout route to victory, and stabilize the situation first.

The great fiend wanted to watch people slaughter one another. Jiang Heting respectfully presented him with poison, then took people to call for reinforcements.

The great fiend fell off a cliff. Jiang Heting fearlessly jumped after him, hoping to reveal his identity and warn the immortal sects.

The great fiend wanted to kill his enemy. Jiang Heting immediately took him to search through the enemy's belongings... Wait, his enemy was called Jiang Heting?

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Feng Nian noticed that Jiang Qiu, whose infamy in the Demon Realm was on a par with his own, had been acting strangely lately. He'd stopped making pills and having breakdowns, and even though he had no cultivation at all, he had suddenly learned to use a sword.

And why did that swordsmanship look more and more like...?

Jiang Heting: Actually, I once had someone I loved.

Feng Nian: ...

Jiang Heting: His name was Jiang Heting.

After Feng Nian learned the truth, he went completely mad. Deep in the dungeons beneath Xuanyu Capital, a young man stood with his wrists bound by black chains, his eyes vacant. A voice by his ear repeated over and over: You can only love me.

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The great fiend Feng Nian, feared throughout the immortal world, had two little regrets in life.

First, he hadn't managed to become someone's disciple.

Second, he had never gotten to test himself against the legendary swordsmanship prodigy Jiang Heting.

Until the day a young man stood on a cliff, his sleeves fluttering, the frosty Star Sword in his hand gleaming like snow.

From far away, he said: "Jiang Heting of Xuanqing Sect requests the honor of your instruction."

Theme: Face life head-on.