When Pei Xuejing was nine, his father brought Lin Baiyu home.
His father said Xiaoyu was the son of an old friend, a poor boy who had lost his parents at a young age. He told Pei Xuejing to give the boy whatever he could.
Pei Xuejing's mother had died when he was young, and he had always depended on his father. To avoid making him angry, he had no choice but to agree.
And so he gave way for five years, surrendering everything from food, clothes, his writing desk, and his courtyard to his father's love. He endured one grievance after another.
But in the end, he discovered that Lin Baiyu was the child his father had with the woman he had never forgotten, making Lin Baiyu Pei Xuejing's half-brother.
When Pei Xuejing found out, he ran to his mother's grave and sat there in silence all night.
The next day, he took the keepsakes his mother had left him, bade his father farewell, and set off alone for Yudu Mountain, a thousand li away, hoping to find a master and learn the arts.
Yudu Mountain was home to an immortal residence, whose master had been a friend of his mother's.
Before he left, his father held a farewell banquet for him, but secretly drugged his wine.
By the time Pei Xuejing woke up, Lin Baiyu had taken his keepsake and impersonated him, traveling far away to the immortal residence to seek a master.
When Pei Xuejing demanded an explanation in hysterics, his father merely said, "Xiaoyu is your younger brother. As his older brother, you ought to give way to him."
Three years later, seventeen-year-old Lin Baiyu had become the brightest jewel of the immortal residence, the only disciple of its master, and a renowned rising star in the cultivation world. Countless female cultivators had fallen for him.
He had also become engaged to the young master of the powerful Wu family of Nanling, who was at the height of its influence.
His future was bright.
The only flaw was that Lin Baiyu was not the real Pei Xuejing.
And this time, he had returned to kill Pei Xuejing and take his place for good.
When Lin Baiyu saw Pei Xuejing again, he was sitting in a wheelchair, gazing up at the crabapple tree in the courtyard, beautiful as a demon and frail as a flower.
Surely crushing Pei Xuejing would be even easier than crushing an ant?
At the time, Lin Baiyu didn't know that the name Pei Xuejing would become a nightmare for the rest of his life, a cage he could never escape.
Theme: Of course, this is still a crematorium story