When Ning Luo was ambushed by his fellow disciples and sent tumbling off a cliff, he finally realized what a pack of ungrateful wretches he had hurt his foundation to save.
As his hair began turning white from the damage to his spiritual foundation while he fell, dark thoughts rose within him. He was furious, resentful, and unwilling to accept this!
When he opened his eyes again, Ning Luo was lying in an unfamiliar palace, with his longtime nemesis Zhongli Shang seated beside him.
Ning Luo was the senior disciple of Haoyun Sect, the foremost sect of the righteous path. Zhongli Shang, meanwhile, was the great demon of Biluo Cliff, a place where good and evil were hard to distinguish.
It was said that Biluo Cliff sheltered the most vicious demons, and Zhongli Shang was their leader. They said he was ruthless, that his hands were stained with blood, and even that he ate people.
Ning Luo had faced off against Zhongli Shang many times before, and neither had ever gotten the better of the other. What would happen now that Ning Luo had fallen into Zhongli Shang's hands with his spiritual foundation gravely injured?
If Ning Luo was lucky enough to survive, he still had to go back and make those ingrates pay. For now, he had to stay alive under Zhongli Shang.
After turning it over and over in his head, Ning Luo decided to pretend he had amnesia. He had confidence in his looks, and his appearance was part of the reason he had become the sect's senior disciple.
He worked himself into character, looking like a helpless, vulnerable, pitiful little thing who couldn't remember anything, and asked Zhongli Shang, “Who are you? And who am I?”
Ning Luo thought his performance was flawless. He was sure Zhongli Shang would fall for it.
Instead, Zhongli Shang answered with a straight face, completely serious: “Your name is Ning Luo. You're the foremost senior disciple of the righteous path. You're noble and radiant, handsome and distinguished, breathtakingly beautiful, kindhearted, a paragon of the righteous path...”
Ning Luo listened to Zhongli Shang praise him without batting an eye for half an hour. He was so embarrassed he almost broke character and clapped a hand over the great demon's mouth! All right, all right, I get it. You know a lot of idioms!
Do you remember that you're my nemesis, a great demon? Who praises their enemy like that? You were laying it on so thick I almost believed you!
There had always been someone in Zhongli Shang's heart. No matter how eloquently he spoke, he could never fully describe that person's beauty.
He was like the purest snow lotus in the world. Someone as tainted as Zhongli Shang had no right to approach him.
But then, one day, that person fell from the sky, covered in wounds, and landed in his arms.
From that moment on, Zhongli Shang swore he would protect him, even if it cost him his life.
Reading Guide
1. A black-hearted, delicate and frail beauty top × a cold, devoted demon bottom, a mad dog of a man
2. Classic xianxia cultivation, revenge, and romance. The bottom has a crush on the top, and they save each other.
3. The top is absolutely doted on. He starts out gravely injured and becomes a sickly beauty, only recovering much later. The bottom is muscular and taller than the top, strong enough to support the top while doing two-fingered push-ups with one hand.
4. The author's note after Chapter 1 includes some content warnings. You can leave a comment on the author's pinned comment to ask about potential triggers.
5. The comments are a friendly, democratic, and harmonious space. If you have concerns, don't direct them at the author personally; they have nothing to do with the author. No taking sides or forming cliques. The main thing is to have fun writing.
6. Finally, thank you for reading. Harmony brings prosperity, and may good fortune be with you.
Theme: Everyone can create their own worth with their own hands.