At the cultivation tournament, the top talents from every sect were locked in fierce combat.
"That Sword Sect senior brother on the left had a romantic trial a few years ago, met a mortal woman he considered his white moonlight, and finally achieved the Ruthless Path by killing his wife. He's sure to take first place."
"I'm betting on the Hehuan Sect's young master on the right. I hear he once killed his beloved through dual cultivation, then went even further and indulged in one affair after another. Somehow, he ended up cultivating the Hehuan Path."
"The genius from the Formation Sect in the middle has to be the one. Because of his striking looks, an enemy kidnapped and imprisoned him for years. At long last, he mastered formations and escaped, and now he spends every day summoning spirits to hunt down those responsible."
As they spoke, everyone turned to the last person. "Hey, why aren't you saying anything?"
The gorgeously dressed junior brother from the Artifact Sect blinked innocently. "Me? I'm watching that beauty from the Artifact Sect."
"You think the Artifact Sect will win? They've never taken first place in the tournament. That's a pretty funny joke..."
Before he could finish, the scene onstage changed. Under the force of the sword intent, no one could remain standing. The fallen contestants stared in shock, while the sole person still on their feet lowered their sword and walked down from the platform, heading toward the junior brother at an unhurried pace
Not to kill an enemy, but to share a celebratory embrace.
"I forgot to tell you," the junior brother said with a radiant smile. "The white moonlight, beloved, and enemy you were talking about are all my Dao companion."
Blurb 2
"To become someone's white moonlight, you must first become a regret that hurts everyone who touches it."
Yasheng had imagined transmigrating into a book, but never expected to transmigrate into a cultivation world in his own body and become an ordinary person, unable to cultivate, living at the bottom of a cliff.
The towering cliff rose beyond sight, but the only hint in his mind was that he had to return to the top to get back to the modern world.
He worked diligently to make a life for himself, saving many cultivators who fell into dire straits and receiving countless promises in return.
"I will definitely take you back to the top of the cliff." Jing Yun, a cliff-faller whose number he'd long since forgotten, made the solemn promise.
Stars seemed to shine in the young man's eyes, but Yasheng casually brushed aside this weighty promise.
"Do you know how many people have told me that?" Yasheng smiled, continuing to copy out a book. "The righteous sect's senior brother who became its champion, the Medicine Saint's disciple who fell to demonic cultivation and became its lord, the Hehuan Sect's young master with his charm... Even junior disciples like you, who think you can pry open my heart, I've met four or five of already."
"So much time has passed, so much..." His eyes were full of understanding, but his lips held an apologetic smile. "My heart can never be pried open again."
Jing Yun was the Artifact Sect's most cherished junior brother. To survive his tribulation, he fell into a cliff full of poisonous miasma in the tournament's secret realm
And met the very best person in the world.
Yasheng treated his wounds and straightened his clothes. His smiling eyes were brighter than the spring breeze in March. Jing Yun had never known such tenderness. He couldn't help cautiously approaching, only to find his arms full of empty air.
"What does... 'twenty-seven at the end of the year' mean...?" Jing Yun trembled as he dropped the book and looked at Yasheng, who carried an umbrella to shield himself from the sun. Yasheng gave a soft "Ah," then asked in confusion, "Didn't you know?"
"Yasheng is just an ordinary person who can't cultivate. He can only last until he's twenty-seven in the poisonous miasma."
"But why... did no one come back for him, even as he waited until he died?"
It's a story about a younger puppy-like man and a gentle white moonlight who's grown used to being let down. They strive to return to the modern world, and along the way, he helps the other man get even, leaving the whole world to suffer a brutal reckoning.
Theme: The path to immortality is long. Don't lose yourself.
