Immortal-Viewing Terrace

*A tale of an underling rising above their master

As the foremost figure in the immortal path, Zhu Fengjing is aloof and noble, his tall, graceful figure standing among the clouds. No one dares profane him.

Once, through a moment of carelessness, he was afflicted by an ancient love poison. Every night, his meridians would burn as if gnawed by countless ants, an unbearable torment.

In a daze, his mind clouded by desire, Zhu Fengjing lost awareness and staggered into the warm embrace of someone behind him.

For months, the nights were a blur.

The love poison was cured, but he had no idea who had done it.

He thought he had returned to his day-in, day-out cultivation, but one day, a graceful young immortal came to visit, claiming that she and Zhu Fengjing were bound by fate. She presented a marriage agreement made by their families a thousand years ago.

The agreement was genuine. Zhu Fengjing's parents had indeed arranged it when he was young.

The immortal was poised and beautiful, and the head of the Sword Sect. Her status and appearance made her a perfect match for Zhu Fengjing.

Before long, everyone was calling them a match made in heaven, eagerly awaiting the wedding of the foremost figure in the immortal path.

But where no one was watching, a discreet young man in black lingered at Zhu Fengjing's side. He gripped his sword, slowly raised his head, and fixed his phoenix eyes on the back of the foremost figure in the immortal path, revealing a suffocating, extreme madness.

"...A cultivation partner?"

The young man in black advanced step by step, his aura suddenly fierce, completely unlike before. Like a beast that had lain in wait until it could no longer hold back its fangs, his eyes reddened, possessiveness roiling within him as he stared resentfully at the lover who was about to abandon him.

Zhu Fengjing watched his trusted subordinate approach, stunned. The other man's long arm swept him up and locked around his waist with astonishing force, an act of utter impertinence.

"Don't you want to know who cured your poison?"

The young man in black profanely pinned the lofty flower against his chest. His breath was hot and familiar, his burning heart laid bare.

His voice was dry and hoarse. A thousand years of repressed feelings had long since twisted into madness.

"...It was me."

Lofty flower x subordinate rising above his master

Blurb written on March 12, 2025

Theme: Never give up easily