Yi Yunxie was a peerless genius, unquestionably the greatest martial artist in the jianghu.
He was also the deceased love of Sikong Yu, the head of the Kunlun Sect.
As for Wen Tun, apart from resembling Yi Yunxie a little, he was good for nothing.
For three years, Wen Tun served as Sikong Yu's nameless, unrecognized substitute, enduring scorn and ridicule. Sikong Yu was obsessed with his face, yet despised him in every other way.
Wen Tun had had enough.
On a dark, windy night, the useless substitute everyone hated ran away.
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Feng Qiwui was another martial arts prodigy to emerge after Yi Yunxie.
He was immensely skilled, but twisted and cruel, a demonic sect leader who committed every manner of evil.
One day, the bloodthirsty and murderous Sect Leader Feng was wandering the jianghu when someone conned him out of his body and his money.
Wen Tun, disguised as a traveling physician, had no idea what kind of lunatic he'd gotten himself mixed up with.
Not until a ghostly figure began appearing beside him wherever he went...
"Well, fancy meeting you here, Physician Wen."
Wen Tun offered up all his possessions with both hands. He was practically ready to sell himself for money. "Sect Leader Feng, please be magnanimous and let me go."
Feng Qiwui threw his head back and laughed. "I'm bored. How about I travel the jianghu with you, Physician Wen? What do you say?"
The demonic sect leader wanted to roam the jianghu with a helpless weakling like him?
One a swindler, the other a murderer?
Wouldn't they leave nothing but devastation in their wake?
Wen Tun felt like a scholar being relentlessly pursued by a lovesick maiden...
·
Wen Tun left.
Sikong Yu froze for a moment, then sneered, unconcerned. As expected, he was a useless fool with nothing but a pretty face.
The jianghu was a dangerous place. Once Wen Tun had suffered enough...
They met again while competing for a hidden treasure in a tomb.
The tomb was packed with martial arts masters, and in the end Feng Qiwui claimed the treasure, gravely wounded.
Sikong Yu hadn't won the treasure, and he couldn't accept it! Watching Wen Tun carefully hold Feng Qiwui, feed him medicine, and bandage his wounds, he felt a stabbing pain in his own injuries.
He suddenly sprang into action, using his last ounce of strength to launch a sneak attack on Feng Qiwui!
At the critical moment, Wen Tun raised his sword and stood in front of Feng Qiwui, ready to die.
Sikong Yu's eyes burned with jealousy. He unleashed one lethal move after another, but Feng Qiwui never met his end in a spray of blood. Instead, the long-lost Sixteen Cloud-Sweeping Forms reappeared in the world.
With every movement, Wen Tun proved himself once more to be the peerless greatest martial artist of those days!
Wen Tun twirled his sword, its tip pointing straight at Sikong Yu. He said coldly, "Prepare to die."
[Outwardly warm, inwardly cold, and eccentric seme x Money-loving, food-loving, laid-back beauty uke: a mutual case of madness]
Reading guide:
· 1v1, happy ending, both pure in body and mind, uke's perspective
· Wen Tun is the uke, Feng Qiwui is the seme. No angsty melodrama, just sweet romance!
· Both of them think in very unusual ways
[· Please add this to your collection. More details to come]
[If I find a prettier cover, I might change it. Dear readers, remember Wen Bao and Phoenix. See you there!]
[Synopsis screenshot dated 2025.1.17]
Theme: A peerless beauty, unmatched in all the world.
