After I Died, I Became My Junior Brother's Puppet

In his previous life, Xiao Tan lived as he pleased, doing whatever he wanted and stopping at nothing to attain the Great Dao. He made plenty of enemies along the way.

He never imagined that he would be framed one day, plunged from Ten Thousand Swords Cliff, and killed.

As he turned for one last glance, Xiao Tan caught sight of a figure in white standing far away. The figure looked exactly like his brilliant, innocent, and kindhearted junior brother, Song Lan

exactly like him.

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When Xiao Tan opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the familiar sect.

He was in his junior brother's room, with Song Lan himself sitting beside him, his cultivation unfathomably profound after all these years.

He had become a human-shaped puppet refined by Song Lan with spiritual power, a puppet that looked just like he had in life. Long lashes, snow-white skin, and a slender waist.

His junior brother adored the puppet. He held it around the waist while eating and led it by the hand when they walked. Even at night, he insisted on sharing a bed with it.

Before going to sleep, his sweet junior brother would lower his round, dark eyes, change