Tan Yu transmigrated into a book, becoming the protagonist's paternal half-brother and foil.
The protagonist had noble blood and was a chosen child of heaven. Tan Yu was half human, half demon, and reviled by everyone.
The protagonist was full of righteous fervor and devoted to justice. Tan Yu cultivated demonic arts and thirsted for bloodshed.
In the end, the protagonist's good friend, the stern and impartial Sect Master of Beichen, cut him down with his sword as a warning to others.
After arriving in this world, the life-loving Tan Yu ran away that very night and found a secluded place to “live in seclusion,” wanting nothing more than to stay away from the protagonist's group.
Unfortunately, because of the cultivation technique he had inherited, he suffered bone-deep, heart-searing pain every day.
He needed to dual cultivate with someone born during the yang hours to keep it under control.
Tan Yu looked at the young man he'd just brought home. The man had plenty of yang energy.
When the young man woke up, Tan Yu blurted out, “Hi, I like you. Want to dual cultivate?”
Three sentences were enough to darken the young man's face. A sword rang and trembled beside Tan Yu's neck, as if one more word would send his head rolling.
In the days that followed, Tan Yu confessed every day, using every trick he could think of to persuade him. The cold, icy man remained unmoved.
Tan Yu, who couldn't stand pain in the first place, thought he was probably going to die, so he dug himself a grave in advance.
The young man looked at the hole, big enough for one person, and asked expressionlessly, “What are you doing?”
Tan Yu said, “Digging a grave.”
“Why?”
“You won't dual cultivate with me, so I probably won't survive.”
The young man's expression changed, almost imperceptibly.
Later, Tan Yu's bone-deep pain gradually eased, and his cultivation steadily improved.
Then he learned that the young man was the protagonist's friend, the one who was supposed to cut him down.
Tan Yu's face went pale, and he ran away that very night.
Xiao Yang, the Venerable of Beichen Sect, had been missing for half a year. When he returned, the entire cultivation world was ordered to hunt down one person: Tan Yu, the man everyone loved to hate.
Xiao Yang, honored as He Ling, was a righteous man who oversaw discipline and punishment, and despised crooked outsiders, sinister scoundrels, and the like.
Everyone sat back, waiting for Tan Yu to die beneath one of his swords.
They waited and waited, until news came that the Sect Master of Beichen was getting married.
Everyone: “Huh? What!?”
On the night he was dragged back, delicate golden chains locked around his ankles, and a talismanic array trapped him on the bed.
The upright and righteous Venerable Xiao Yang calmly undid his belt.
“You tricked me into dual cultivation?”
“You like me?”
“Running away?”
That night, Tan Yu finally understood how much restraint the man had shown before. His voice was hoarse from crying, but begging didn't help.
The man bit down on his ear, and Tan Yu heard him say, “Why are you crying? We've got plenty of time.”
Theme: Treasure your life
