A Brief Sojourn in Love's World

Li Jianhuan was born with an exceptionally strong spiritual constitution. At Baiyujing, the cultivation world’s foremost sect, he was its most celebrated prodigy, beloved by the elders and admired by his fellow disciples. But all that became a thing of the past after his junior, Xie Wei, joined the sect. Cool and composed, Xie Wei surpassed his senior, Li Jianhuan, in just a few years, breaking through to the Deification Realm. He was a genius among geniuses. Gradually, Li Jianhuan realized that his master, the elders, and even the junior sister who had once loved him no longer took pride in him. Instead, they all revolved around Xie Wei, the junior who shone like the bright moon in the sky and outdid him in every way. To get revenge on Xie Wei for taking everything from him, Li Jianhuan deliberately stole his treasured artifacts and resources, gave him obscure manuals that were useless for cultivation and could even send him into demonic deviation, and went to great lengths to seduce the female cultivators who were in love with him. Later, Li Jianhuan fell to demonic cultivation, and Xie Wei personally purged the sect of him. As Xie Wei’s sword pierced his chest, Li Jianhuan gazed at that snowy, moonlike face he hated to the depths of his soul. A malicious idea came to him: he wanted to make Xie Wei uncomfortable one last time, to disgust him. Coughing up blood and shedding tears, Li Jianhuan clutched his junior’s sleeve. “...Junior, do you know why I fell to demonic cultivation?” “We lived together in the same courtyard when we were young, spending every day together. I fell in love with you a long time ago.” “When I was meditating or cultivating, all I could see was you. I even dreamed about… being with you.” “When you sat across from me, supervising me as I copied the sect rules, all I could think about was how you’d look beneath me, gasping and weeping.” “I became possessed by demonic cultivation because I loved you for years and couldn’t have you.” After savoring the complicated expression on Xie Wei’s face, Li Jianhuan detonated his core on the spot, splattering his always-spotless junior with foul blood. * When Li Jianhuan opened his eyes again, he discovered he had been reborn in the corpse of a shadow demon and had been taken back by the Demon Realm’s Saint Son. He toyed with the Saint Son’s feelings and schemed to seize power, but in the end, the people of the Demon Realm turned on him. On the brink of death, he happened to see Xie Wei passing by. With nowhere else to turn, Li Jianhuan threw caution to the wind and revealed his identity to Xie Wei. “Weiwei, Junior, I was wrong. I really have repented. I don’t want to die. Please save me, all right?” “...Have you really repented, Senior?” The man bent down. His eyes were still pure and clear, without a trace of pity or mockery. Li Jianhuan nodded vigorously and shed a few fake tears. To his surprise, he really did fool his junior into using up all his spiritual power to save him. Once free, Li Jianhuan looked at Xie Wei, pale and weak beside him. He traced his features with his thumb and gave a wicked smile. “You haven’t changed at all. You still look so sanctimonious that one glance at you makes me sick.” Li Jianhuan was about to leave Xie Wei behind and go on his own when his vision suddenly went black. * When Li Jianhuan woke again, he was in a secret chamber. The walls were covered with portraits of him. On the shelves were all the little things he had given his junior back when their relationship wasn’t so bad. Even the obscure manuals he had given him to disrupt his cultivation had been carefully preserved. “Senior, even though you were lying to me, I really have been longing for you for a long time.” Xie Wei held Li Jianhuan in his arms, gazing at the chains around his wrists and ankles with an infatuated look. As Xie Wei pinned him beneath him, Li Jianhuan glared at him in disgust. “Senior, do you think being with a man… is disgusting?” Xie Wei’s voice was gentle. “Then you can just close your eyes.” “From the first moment I saw you, Senior, I’ve been looking forward to this day.” [Bonus Scene] A few days later, Li Jianhuan, who had never bowed his head or admitted defeat to Xie Wei, had recovered. Even in this, he refused to let his junior get the upper hand. Li Jianhuan found Xie Wei reading at his desk and, while Xie Wei looked on in surprise, pushed him down onto it. “What were you so pleased about that day? You’re terrible at this. All you did was make me hurt, without making me feel good.” Watching the person beneath him grow dazed, Li Jianhuan gave a satisfied chuckle. “Little Junior, no matter how much of a genius you are, in this you still have to obediently call me, ” “Senior…” Xie Wei’s eyes reddened at the corners. He voluntarily wrapped his arms around Li Jianhuan’s neck and called to him affectionately, his body glowing with the white light unique to those with a light-aspected spiritual root. “Hold me.” Li Jianhuan froze. - *Switch, a villainous senior who only pretended to fall into demonic cultivation for love and cares only about becoming stronger x a genuinely love-struck, cool and obsessive junior, a domineering genius *One-on-one, both virgins, happy ending *The body Li Jianhuan takes over when he returns is special. His face and spiritual root will both revert to their original forms. And here’s an upcoming story, also with a switch couple. If you’re interested, please add it to your favorites OVO "After My Beautiful, Tragic Junior Made Me His Cultivation Vessel": 1 You Jianqing, senior disciple of Yuchen Sect, is a notorious peacock: beautiful, narcissistic, and crazy. While other cultivators shut themselves away to practice, You Jianqing stares in the mirror. “Sigh, I’m so beautiful. What are all the other men supposed to do when I’m this gorgeous?” While other cultivators spar, You Jianqing applies fragrant lotion. “The weather’s been so dry lately. Even the hand holding my sword is getting chapped.” While other cultivators fight over magical artifacts and spirit herbs in secret realms, You Jianqing fluffs his feathers and struts in front of pretty female cultivators. “Beauty, do you like my outfit today?” 2 The senior disciple may be crazy, but he really is beautiful, and quite a few junior disciples have secretly fallen for him. One day, they asked, “Senior Brother, Senior Brother, what kind of partner do you like?” You Jianqing smoothed the wrinkles in his robe and smiled. “Someone more beautiful than me.” Junior disciples: …Is there really anyone in the world this guy thinks is more beautiful than himself? 3 As it turned out, there was. While carrying out a sect mission, You Jianqing encountered Yue Lu, a breathtakingly beautiful demon cultivator covered in blood, in a secret realm. You Jianqing nodded. “As expected of a demon cultivator. He really is a little prettier than me.” Then he gazed at Yue Lu and pondered for a moment. “...Is he wearing makeup?” You Jianqing walked over with a bright smile, picked Yue Lu up, and discreetly touched his cheek to check. No, he wasn’t. “I’m You Jianqing, senior disciple of Yuchen Sect. Young friend, you’re covered in injuries. Do you need help?” Yue Lu, pale and disheveled in his arms, smiled. His arm coiled around You Jianqing’s neck like a snake. “...Sure.” 4 Later, whenever You Jianqing went in or out of Yuchen Sect, the arm that once held his sword now always held a slender beauty in plain robes. He spoiled him rotten, and the two called each other senior and junior brothers. Junior brother: This demon cultivator has such an ill-omened face, enough to ruin a kingdom! He’s got our senior brother so lovestruck he can barely hold his sword! You Jianqing: Nonsense. A face like that makes Yue Lu a blessing from heaven! Junior sister: Senior Brother, demon cultivators drain yang to nourish yin. Be careful he doesn’t suck you dry and leave you a desiccated peacock! You Jianqing: So what if he takes a little? Your senior brother is full of masculine vigor. Looking after a bewitching demon cultivator is easy for me. Yue Lu, who happened to pass by, smiled faintly. 5 That night, as usual, You Jianqing held Yue Lu while they slept. But Yue Lu was no longer weak and helpless as he had seemed. He rolled over and pinned You Jianqing beneath him, brushed his long-cold hand over You Jianqing’s cheek, and slid it toward his waist. “...You can look after me easily?” “You said it yourself, Senior Brother.” “Senior Brother, I’m hungry.” After a night of passion, You Jianqing woke to find the person who had spent the night entangled with him gone. The spiritual power he had cultivated for years was completely drained. So he really had been using me as a cultivation vessel. Sore all over, You Jianqing sat silently for a long time, wrapped in his blanket, then sent Yue Lu a message with a communication talisman: “It’s fine. I can cultivate more spiritual power. But are you coming home for dinner tonight, Junior Brother?” Yue Lu didn’t reply. 6 For the next six months, You Jianqing cooked four dishes and a soup every day, waiting for Yue Lu to come home for dinner. But Yue Lu seemed to have vanished from the world, without a trace. You Jianqing wouldn’t eat the food himself, and wouldn’t let any of the other junior disciples touch it. He cooked, threw it away, and cooked again. Later, when he heard that Yue Lu had reappeared after half a year and was preying on the neighboring sect’s genius junior disciple, You Jianqing’s sword hand trembled. The great demon sealed inside him for hundreds of years broke free of its restraints and took over his body. 7 Yue Lu woke from a deep sleep to find himself in a dungeon so quiet he could hear water dripping, his hands and feet bound with golden chains. A colorful peacock with blood-red eyes gripped his chin. “Are you ready to come back and eat now? Senior Brother will make you four dishes and a soup.” Yue Lu thought You Jianqing was going to come up with new ways to torment him, and resignedly closed his eyes. A while later, Yue Lu stared at the steaming four dishes and soup on the table before him, lost in thought. “…” There really were four dishes and a soup. “Junior Brother, why aren’t you eating?” You Jianqing, a red demonic mark at the center of his brow, wrapped an arm around Yue Lu’s waist. “Not hungry?” “But Senior Brother is hungry.” You Jianqing smiled as he untied Yue Lu’s belt. “Now it’s Senior Brother’s turn to eat, right?” Theme: Embrace every part of yourself