[Cool, aloof beauty bottom × devoted, obsessive top]
After reading a cultivation story about immortal sects before bed, Xiao Jing opened his eyes to find himself inside the book, as the ill-fated cannon fodder who shared his name.
In the story, Xiao Jing was the second disciple of Perfected Qingheng of the Xuan Shuang Sect. To outsiders, he was a paragon of grace and refinement, with a limitless future. But his fate was exceptionally tragic.
First, his handsome martial uncle coaxed him into using his own heart’s blood as a medicinal ingredient for the man his uncle loved, for ten whole years.
Then his aloof master, who cultivated the Heartless Dao, tricked him into becoming his cultivation partner. Just as the Heavenly Gate first opened, his master killed his spouse to prove his Dao, running him through with a single sword thrust.
In the end, even his little junior brother, whom he had raised with his own hands, only pretended to be close to him. The moment Xiao Jing turned away, the boy cheerfully refined his remnant soul, which, though grievously damaged, could still have been saved.
Faced with such a miserable fate, Xiao Jing could only let out a couple of dry laughs.
He was nothing like the original owner, all delicate, timid, and weak. He had plenty of strength and plenty of ways to use it.
Now that he had taken over this body, he would defy fate for the original owner and make those who wronged him pay dearly.
One day, later on...
The handsome martial uncle, who had always been carefree and self-indulgent, hurriedly gathered up the remains of his long-departed beloved overnight and laid them to rest. Then, pretending to be perfectly calm, he said, "It should have been this way all along. The dead are gone. Why should the living grieve forever?"
When his master, as refined as moonlight and a gentle breeze, heard Xiao Jing refuse to become his cultivation partner, his Dao heart shattered, and the cold rationality vanished from his eyes. "You never used to refuse your master. Who changed you? Shall I go kill them?"
The little junior brother, who had been about to act cute only to be pushed away, gazed up at Xiao Jing with red-rimmed eyes. His expression slowly shifted from pitiful hurt to dark obsession. "Didn't you promise you would never push me away again? Senior Brother, you lied."
One day, the people of the Xuan Shuang Sect suddenly realized: How had they never noticed before that their second senior brother was so... breathtakingly beautiful, like an immortal descended to earth?
Reader's Guide:
1. Bottom-focused HE, cool, aloof beauty bottom × devoted, obsessive top.
2. From universally disliked in the immortal sect to universally adored.
Theme: Those who never forget will surely be answered.
