Xiao Xinghe, known as Lord Guanghan, is a revered powerhouse in the cultivation world. When his beloved disciple's hometown is razed, he sets off to hunt down the little demon who destroyed it.
But this little demon turns out to be nothing like the others.
This little demon is full of tricks and a born drama queen. He also has a very sharp tongue and can twist the truth around with ease.
One moment, they're locked in a deadly duel. The next, the little demon clutches his chest. "Boohoo, you hurt me! You can't have my love, so now you're trying to kill me."
Xiao Xinghe thinks to himself: I'm not! I didn't!
The little demon continues, "You ripped off my clothes! You groped me all over!"
Xiao Xinghe can't defend himself. It's like snow falling in June: a terrible injustice.
The little demon: The great Lord Guanghan of the cultivation world can't have my love, so he keeps chasing after me. Since he can't win my heart, he wants to force himself on me. He ripped off my clothes the moment we met, and then forced me to share a room with him that night!
The immortal sects: Lord Guanghan, I never knew you were that kind of person!
Xiao Xinghe: Who could have guessed that helping my disciple hunt down one person would ruin my reputation completely?
Serious blurb:
The revered Saintess of a demonic cult was driven to take her own life, and the whereabouts of her peerless cultivation manual remain unknown.
As a boy, Mu Xingyuan left the Nine Provinces in disgrace, bearing a blood feud. Years later, he returned to take his revenge, transformed into a "ghost."
The little demon is spoiled rotten, useless at everything, and a champion at pouting and playing the victim.
He originally planned to stir up a storm of blood and violence in the Nine Provinces, but before he could take his first step, he fell into the hands of a powerhouse from the immortal sects.
The little demon: ...
He never got to stir up any trouble. Instead, he nearly lost his life, and in the end he still had to rely on his wife to save him.
Theme: One's origins cannot define good or evil. Even if you find yourself in the mire, you can still bloom into a pure white flower.
