After the Fake Young Master Misheard the Chosen One's Inner Thoughts

As the only son of the greatest cultivation family in the world, Lin An spent over twenty years doing whatever he pleased. Then he discovered he was the fake young master, a magpie that had usurped another bird's nest.

It took only a few days to go from being adored by everyone to being abandoned by all.

He tried countless times to make things right, only to be rejected again and again.

Later, he suffered a cultivation deviation. The various sects joined forces to hunt him down, and he fell gravely wounded into the borderland between the immortal and demon realms, where the Demon Venerable rescued him.

Lin An thought at least someone cared about him. But the Demon Venerable deceived him in body and heart, then killed him and used his head to rally the troops on the eve of battle.

The day he died, all his former friends and family wore expressions of satisfaction. Only one person came to save him, despite being gravely wounded himself.

That person was his nemesis, and the real young master whose identity Lin An had taken: Xie Liangxue.

Rain fell on Lin An's face, washing away the blood spilling from his neck.

He gave a self-mocking laugh. "Come to laugh at me? Just as you wanted, you won."

Xie Liangxue frantically pressed a hand to the wound on his neck, his voice trembling. "Don't talk. I won't let you die."

Perhaps it was a delusion brought on by being close to death. Otherwise, why did Xie Liangxue look as if he were about to cry?

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When Lin An opened his eyes again, he was back before his true identity was revealed.

Xie Liangxue was an honorable man, gifted beyond measure and unfailingly polite. His fellow disciples summed him up this way: Nothing wrong with him, apart from being poor and having the worst luck.

And yet this man was always picking fights with Lin An. Even when he learned a new move, he'd come running over just to show off.

Lin An couldn't stand it. In a fit of rage, the two of them started fighting, when he suddenly heard Xie Liangxue's thoughts.

[He'll remember me this time, right? Maybe he'll even admire me!]

Lin An: ?

Xie Liangxue's gaze fell on his hand.

[I really want to hold his hand.]

Then his eyes fixed intently on Lin An's lips.

[An'an's lips look so soft. I want to bite them.]

Lin An: !!!

His face flushed red. He shouted, "Stop thinking! Don't you dare! You villain, prepare to die!"

[Even when An'an's angry, he's so cute! I want to %@&]

Lin An: ...

After being jealous of Xie Liangxue for two lifetimes, Lin An made a decision once he heard the man's thoughts.

Since everyone liked the real young master, he would seduce him. If this heaven-blessed prodigy ended up crawling behind him like a dog, just imagine the look on everyone's faces.

Who could have guessed this guy would be like a piece of sticky candy? Once Lin An hooked him, he couldn't get rid of him.

Later, trapped between the sheets, Lin An angrily sank his sharp teeth into Xie Liangxue's shoulder. His voice trembled as he cursed, "You bastard! Enough!"

Sweat covered Xie Liangxue's forehead and neck, his muscles taut.

"Be good. Don't you cultivate all day long? Want to get stronger? Dual cultivation is faster."

Lin An did want to get stronger, but after being given so much cultivation power, he couldn't take any more.

Who on earth said Xie Liangxue was a gentleman?

A gentleman in public, a rabid dog in private, is that it?

Xie Liangxue had yearned for Lin An for two lifetimes, and never gotten what he wanted. He'd gone mad long ago.

Completely and utterly mad.

But he couldn't let Lin An know. He might run away.

P.S. The top will remember his past-life memories later on.

One-on-one, both are each other's first and only (nothing happened with the Demon Venerable)

Bottom's perspective: My nemesis keeps provoking me every day

Top's perspective: The bittersweet history of a lovesick puppy

------ Upcoming Story ------

The Sword Cultivator I Started and Abandoned

Tan Yu transmigrated into a book, becoming the protagonist's paternal half-brother and, in turn, his foil.

The protagonist had noble blood and was heaven's favorite. Tan Yu was half human, half demon, and reviled by everyone.

The protagonist was full of righteous passion and championed justice. Tan Yu practiced demonic arts and was bloodthirsty and murderous.

In the end, the protagonist's good friend, the iron-faced and impartial Sect Master of Beichen, cut him down with his sword as a warning to others.

After transmigrating into the book, Tan Yu, who valued his life, fled overnight and found a secluded place to live in hiding, hoping only to stay away from the protagonist's group.

Unfortunately, because of the original body's cultivation technique, he had to endure the agony of having his bones gnawed and his heart burned every day.

He needed to dual cultivate with someone born in a yang hour to keep it under control.

Tan Yu looked at the young man he'd just brought back. The man had an abundance of yang energy.

When the young man woke up, Tan Yu blurted out, "Hello. I like you. Want to dual cultivate?"

In three sentences, he made the young man's face turn black. A sword that hummed and vibrated hovered at Tan Yu's throat, as if one more word would cost him his head.

In the days that followed, Tan Yu confessed every day, wheedling and pleading, but the cold, stone-faced man remained unmoved.

Tan Yu had always been unable to bear pain. He figured he was probably going to die, so he dug himself a grave in advance.

Looking at the hole, just big enough for one person, the young man asked expressionlessly, "What are you doing?"

Tan Yu: "Digging a grave."

Young man: "Why?"

Tan Yu: "You won't dual cultivate with me, so I probably won't survive."

The young man's expression changed almost imperceptibly.

Later, Tan Yu's bone-deep agony gradually faded, and his cultivation grew stronger by the day.

Then he suddenly learned that the young man was the protagonist's friend, the very person who would one day cut him down.

Tan Yu's face turned deathly pale, and he ran away that same night.

Xiao Yang, the Immortal Venerable of Beichen Sect, had been missing for half a year. After returning, he had the entire cultivation world search for one person: Tan Yu, the man everyone loved to hate.

Xiao Yang, the Venerable He Ling, was upright and righteous, in charge of discipline and punishment, and could not stand the unorthodox, sinister rabble.

Everyone sat back and waited for Tan Yu to become another soul beneath his sword.

They waited and waited, until news arrived of the Beichen Sect Master's wedding.

Everyone: Huh? Huh!?

The night he was dragged back, delicate gold chains locked around his ankles, while talisman arrays trapped him on the bed.

The righteous and dignified Xiao Yang Immortal Venerable calmly unfastened his belt.

"You tricked me into dual cultivation?"

"You like me?"

"And you ran?"

That night, Tan Yu finally learned how much the man had held back. He cried until he was hoarse, but begging did him no good.

With his ear between the man's teeth, he heard him say, "Why are you crying? We've got a long time ahead of us."

Theme: Only sincerity can be repaid with sincerity