[A slightly adorable, obsessive, curly-haired young demon lord bottom x a stuffy, restrained, later too-crazy-to-bother-pretending head disciple of the Sword Sect top]
The Demon Venerable's youngest son, missing for over twenty years, has been found!
Good news: He is as handsome as the Demon Venerable, exceptionally gifted, and indifferent to the seven emotions and six desires. He's a perfect candidate for demonic cultivation.
Bad news: This kid learned orthodox sword techniques and was found at the foot of the Sword Sect's mountain.
The many demonic cultivators were outraged. "What kind of joke is this? Wei Louyi is the future hope of our demon clan. How can he learn that kind of thing?"
Demonic cultivators should be obediently learning the Soul Refining Technique!
What is he doing with that stuff?
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The Demon Venerable doted on his long-lost youngest son, tossing all kinds of precious medicines into Wei Louyi's chambers as if they cost nothing.
Unfortunately, the boy was shy and quiet, and loved to hide. Even his personal attendant had barely heard him speak.
The Demon Venerable's fatherly heart was utterly wounded, and he could never figure out what the problem was.
Until one day, the pretty young boy with red lips and white teeth made a request for the first time.
Wei Louyi's black curls fell obediently around his cheeks. He said sweetly, "Father, I want Wenren Luan. Is that okay?"
The Demon Venerable nearly collapsed on the spot.
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Wenren Luan was the Sword Sect's head disciple. He had grown up in the Sword Sect, was cold and upright, and had always hated demonic cultivators like them.
But since his son wanted him, the Demon Venerable had no choice. He waited for a dark, moonless night and kidnapped the man.
Then he tied him up securely and dumped him in his son's chambers.
He'd heard that this young junior had decent cultivation, so Wei Louyi could take the opportunity to refine his soul and strengthen his cultivation.
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No one knew that Wenren Luan had willingly left with the Demon Venerable.
No one knew that he had once found a child and secretly raised him for more than ten years.
In the chambers, the sword sect's leader had his hands bound. His eyes were deep and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he waited for the young demon lord to "favor" him.
The young boy who came to welcome Wenren Luan had no idea he was in danger.
He untied the ropes around the sword sect leader and frowned in anger. "Brother, I'll untie you! It must have hurt so much..."
Wenren Luan smiled and answered, "Mm, it hurt."
He had endured until his whole body ached, his pent-up emotions filling his chest.
Wei Louyi didn't notice a thing. He pressed his face against the sword sect leader's. "Now that I've tied you up and brought you here, you have to be good and do what I say."
Wenren Luan quickly flipped him over and pinned him down, kissing his chattering lips. "Understood, "
[One-on-one, both pure, older top]
Theme: If it is not mine, I shall not take it
