(I'll update once I've got things organized.)
Five hundred years ago, the young master of the Wanqi family died in the world-ending formation, his body and soul destroyed.
Five hundred years later, he came back to life. Perhaps Heaven took pity on him, but he was stubborn and refused to admit he'd died for the sake of all living beings. He told everyone he met that he'd simply slipped and stepped into empty air.
Well, he was alive again, but he never expected to inherit a declining sect.
And so began his life of conning and swindling.
Of course, he only swindled one person.
Legend has it that at the summit of the Immortal Capital's twelve prefectures stands Wangxian Sea. On Mount Cangwu, among the peaks, there is a Lamp of Eternal Life, standing in the Pavilion of Fallen Gods for five hundred years. Three zhang tall, it resembles a lotus.
The lamp's wick burned faintly, yet never went out, sustained by someone's heart's blood.
One day, immortal bells rang throughout the Pavilion of Fallen Gods, and lotuses bloomed all around it. Lord Zetian, unseen for three hundred years as he cultivated in seclusion, burst through the doors with the lamp in hand. In an instant, he crossed ten thousand li and stood by the banks of Qiyun Marsh, shrouded in miasma.
Looking down, he saw the divine consciousness stirring inside the Lamp of Eternal Life in his arms, and couldn't stop his eyes from reddening.
He heard that the other person was desperately short of money, so he brought his entire fortune before them, hoping only that they would look at him once more.
From that day on, everyone in the Three Realms knew that Xie Hui, heaven's favored son, spent every day squatting beneath the mountain gate with precious jewels and jade in his arms.
He swore he would never leave Qiyun Marsh.
[Cool, calculating gong with a hidden dark side x Proud, sickly beauty shou]
(Blurb captured on: 2024.08.16)
Theme: Sincerity brings results
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