Yan Qing transmigrated into a melodramatic cultivation novel, and arrived during the childhood of the powerful and tragic villain, who was immensely popular among readers. When he grew up, the villain was brilliantly talented and incredibly handsome; when he was small, the villain was pitiful, and almost starved to death one year in midwinter.

Danger lurked around every corner in the cultivation world. In order to survive, Yan Qing could only display all kinds of outstanding skills, pretending to be well-behaved when he was in a superior position, and pretending to be pitiful when he was in a subpar position. He lived with the lovely little villain as two souls in one body, from the time when they disdained each other to the time when they lived and died together. He relied on swindling and lying to stay alive.

Afterwards, he found an opportunity to slip loose of his bonds, and the two mutually-irritated men parted ways.

After Yan Qing died and his soul scattered, he thought he would be able to return to the modern world. He didn’t expect that he would reincarnate into a small sect, and become the harsh, malicious cannon fodder who had a tragic ending???

The cannon fodder had a crush on the villain, so he forced a marriage on him.

However, the villain seemed pure as the moonlight on the surface, but was dark and ruthless to his bones. He could love no one other than the main character shou. The cannon fodder died of illness in bed, in so much pain he didn’t want to live, while his husband, the villain, indifferently played the qin in the courtyard.

Yan Qing almost spewed out his mouthful of water. Wonderful, Xie Shiyi. If I’d known earlier that you were such a scumbag, back when we were in Blackwater Alley, I’d have drunk water from the chamber pot every day with your body.

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Xie Shiyi had once fallen into the abyss, kneeling and begging, no better than a dog, losing all of his dignity for a chance at life. One other person had seen this pathetic manner of his.

When he was young, he was sensitive and proud, and they often quarreled because of their different views. In his heart, he vowed that he would kill him one day.

But once the other man really vanished, he sat on Southmount Peak for a long time in silence.

He sat there until the plum blossoms had fallen, the snow cleared and the clouds dispersed. Only then did he quietly take up his sword and leave.

From then on, the world no longer knew the boy who lived as humbly as an ant in Blackwater Alley, Xie Shiyi.

There was only the young talent of Desireless Sect, who was cold and untouchable, Xie Ying.