The Love-Game Sect's Archenemies Crash the Ex-Wife's Scene

A wicked, black-hearted young protagonist gong x a beautiful, unapologetic young master of the Hehuan Sect who never forgets his original purpose

Told in third person

I am Qu Ting Tong, young master of the Hehuan Sect. My master told me that one day, someone who cultivates the Ruthless Dao will become the new Heavenly Dao, then use me as a cultivation vessel until all my cultivation is drained.

I was terrified, so in the middle of the night, I pushed my senior brother, who cultivates the Ruthless Dao, off a cliff.

Unfortunately, people don't die from falling off cliffs, and my senior brother didn't turn into the Heavenly Dao.

Master: "Wait, the person cultivating the Ruthless Dao is an upright cultivator. Why are you picking on your senior brother?"

Me: "But I don't know any upright cultivators."

Master: "I'll grant you a special five hundred years to travel the world. Go find that person yourself."

*

After messing with three sects' worth of Ruthless Dao cultivators, I finally found the person my master had told me about.

He's so weak. I love it. Taking his head should be easy.

But I was wrong. That brat played dirty and put a blood pact on me ahead of time.

Him: "From now on, you're my servant. You must do everything in your power to help me ascend. Otherwise, I'll toss the antidote away."

I burst out laughing and threw the Golden Core I'd just formed right at his face. It exploded.

Your ancestor here will never surrender.

Unfortunately, I didn't manage to blow him up.

*

Although I was forced to help him, I kept doing my utmost to sabotage him, trying every method I could think of.

The conclusion: he's hard to kill. This guy is absurdly hard to kill.

Even if I smear poison on my lips and kiss him, he still takes the antidote before I can get to him.

Damn it. I should've put a poisonous snake in my mouth instead.

*

Many years later, he finally overcame the layers of obstacles I'd set in his way through his own efforts, and came within a hair's breadth of ascension.

To celebrate, I stabbed him straight through the heart.

He sent me a question mark.

Me: "If I'm going to stab you, I'm going to stab you. Do I need to pick a special day?"

*

But not only did he survive, he also managed to break through to the next realm and accomplish the great feat of ascending right on the spot.

On top of that, he declared that he would put on golden armor, ride a rainbow cloud, and teach me, his dead wife from his memories, a lesson.

Terrified by the psychological damage a lesson like that might inflict, I faked my death on the spot, hoisted the Hehuan Sect onto my shoulders, and set off in search of poetry and distant horizons.

Out in the wilderness, I was born of my mother.

Wait, who's this dead wife you're talking about, ex-husband?

I think I've found the perfect way to get myself killed.

Theme: This world has no luck that comes out of nowhere, only hard work that no one sees.