I Heard My Archenemy and I Secretly Pledged Ourselves to Each Other

Fu Jun, the most beloved junior uncle of the Lingxi Sect, was a peerless genius among the cultivation world's young disciples. But after an accident, his meridians were severed, his spiritual power vanished, and he lost some of his memories.

Everyone lamented that heaven was jealous of genius. The once-celebrated prodigy had become a cripple, left to waste away and drift through the rest of his life.

That is, until one day, an enemy came looking for trouble, hoping to climb the ranks by stepping on this fallen prodigy.

Fu Jun unleashed his spiritual energy in an instant. A top-grade talisman shot out with blinding speed and blasted his opponent to smithereens.

"What the hell? Didn't they say the Lingxi Sect's junior uncle was crippled?!"

"You call that having no spiritual power?! He fights like a bronze general!"

"Has the cultivation world's medical miracle finally arrived?!"

Hearing them, Fu Jun gave a scornful smile. With a flick of his fingers, the supreme spiritual talismans in his hand unfurled like a little fan.

Fu Jun: Do you even understand the value of being the Lingxi Sect's treasured darling?

His senior brothers and sisters took turns replenishing his spiritual energy every day. Add in all these heavenly treasures, and he could blast whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted!

*

Until one day, his former rival, once his equal in fame and now the head of the Xuanlan Sect, Zhong Yunzhi, came to see him in person.

Everyone expected that when the two once-incompatible geniuses met again, a bloody storm would erupt.

Instead, before all those watching, the cold, ascetic sect leader Zhong dropped a bombshell:

"Before you lost your memory, you and I had already pledged ourselves to each other and were engaged."

Fu Jun: ???

The entire cultivation world: ???

Fu Jun: I suspect you're taking advantage of me, but I have no proof.

*

Conflict with the demon race erupted on all fronts, and the situation at the front lines grew dire. Fu Jun unleashed one move after another, and his spiritual energy ran out in an instant.

His former rival immediately came over and pulled him into his arms.

Zhong Yunzhi kept a straight face, his voice low. "Don't move. I'll replenish your spiritual energy."

Fu Jun struggled, only to see Zhong Yunzhi's long, ink-black hair fall softly against his ear.

Flustered, Fu Jun snapped, "There are plenty of people who can replenish my spiritual energy. You're not the only one!"

"It's not the same." Zhong Yunzhi held Fu Jun still, his gentle, dignified face pressed close to his as he whispered, "The spiritual energy I give you will feel more..."

His eyes lowered, dark and deep, but a faint smile played in his voice. "...comfortable than anyone else's."

The powerful spiritual energy of a Soul Transformation cultivator surged through him, warm and scorching. As Fu Jun's skin burned, he gritted his teeth. "That's not how you replenish spiritual energy!"

Reader note:

The cold-faced, shameless Zhong, who only wants his husband x the sunny, upbeat junior uncle Fu, who only wants them to stay rivals

Seven parts plot, three parts romance.

Theme: Sunshine always comes after the storm