The Max-Level Expert Is Harassing the Sect Again

Also known as *After Falling for My Senior Brother, I Discovered He Was My Mortal Enemy* and *Senior Brother, Quit the Act. Your Secret Identity Keeps Slipping Out!* Fu Yan was born with little in the way of emotion, neither happy nor sad. He thought he would spend his whole life that way, until he joined the Qixiu Sect and met Ning He, the senior brother at the top of the mountain. His senior brother had a razor-sharp tongue: He would stroll past the talisman cultivators' training grounds in dazzling robes, glance at the disciples whose failed talismans had blasted their hair into disarray, and toss off, “Your hairstyles are quite distinctive today, everyone. You all look like you were born in the same litter as Fanfan.” Fanfan was the little chick he raised. His senior brother was high-maintenance: The Qixiu Sect's mail slot received eight letters in half a month from a merchant down the mountain: Senior Brother Ning's beauty balm is in stock. Please come down and pick it up promptly. His senior brother was lazy: Go find him to train, and he'd be asleep. Ask him to go down the mountain, and he'd be asleep. Even when the top disciples of each hall gathered for their morning meeting, he would still be asleep. That would have been bad enough, but as the senior disciple, ask him about swordsmanship and he would say he couldn't do it; ask him about talismans and he would say he didn't understand; ask him about formations and he would say he only knew a little and wasn't qualified to teach! He would run from training and skip meetings, and when a fight broke out, he would hide behind his junior brothers! The most infuriating part was that you couldn't even call him out. Because Ning He was a sickly weakling who couldn't lift a finger or carry a load. The moment anything displeased him, he would clutch his chest and groan, then milk you for a fortune. His awful behavior and vicious tongue were enough to enrage the heavens. He was so impossible to deal with that the entire sect suffered, and Fu Yan, as his junior brother, was the first to fall victim. Fu Yan had to hold Ning He's place at morning meetings, buy his beauty balm, and stand in front of him during fights. Otherwise, Ning He would collapse on the spot and die just to spite him. An emotion called anger stirred in Fu Yan's stagnant heart. He thought he hated Ning He more than anything, but then, in his first dream, he found Ning He's peerlessly beautiful face beneath a red bridal veil. Later, Fu Yan discovered that the culprit who had run him through with a sword centuries ago was right in front of him, and he had spent years working like an ox and horse for the man! Before he could take up his sword and demand an accounting, the bloodiest war in the history of the cultivation world erupted. The ailing senior brother who usually skipped training and ran from fights walked to the heart of the battlefield, formed a hand seal, laid down a formation, and summoned the world's greatest sword, sealed away for countless years. In the end, blood flew through the air. Ning He fell into Fu Yan's arms beneath a sky of red clouds and whispered, “Your great revenge is complete.” Not your traditional serious cultivation novel: a comedic sect and a pair of rivals who keep clashing. High-maintenance, sharp-tongued, sickly beauty top Ning He × stoic, obsessive, calculating bottom Fu Yan A magnificent face with an absolutely awful personality × a stubborn, endlessly patient mule A honeycomb briquette × a solid brick The blurb leaves things unsaid, and both leads have secret identities. April 19, 2025, 11:07 a.m. Theme: Put all living beings first and yourself last