In an urban fantasy novel, the protagonist, posing as a false heir, reaches the pinnacle of life by usurping the family lineage of the true heir. He becomes a legendary Dragon King, a war god with numerous admirers. Shen Wang is that unfortunate true heir.
Returning from the cultivation world, Shen Wang gasps in shock. He’s about to be drained of blood and have his soul suppressed by the protagonist, with no chance of reincarnation.
Family affection? That’s less important than his own life. He decisively chooses to flee.
Everyone believes Shen Wang left his family because he couldn’t cultivate, feeling inferior and ashamed. They then see him casually selling shabby talismans and elixirs in water bottles on the street.

Bystanders laugh: “This guy must be desperate for money to sell such junk so expensively. Who would buy that?”
Later…
The wealthiest tycoon follows him around, addressing him as ‘big brother’ just for a peace talisman.
The head of a famous Taoist temple respectfully pleads with him, paying a fortune for a breakthrough elixir.
>Using talismans he casually drew, he exterminates a Ghost King. Newcomers to the mystic world kneel with suitcases full of cash in front of Shen Wang, hailing him as a boss.
People even see the number one figure of the mystic world, Gu Dongting, usually cold and aloof, smiling and affectionate with him.
Bystanders are stunned: “Where did this freak come from?!”
They watch in disbelief as the despised true heir soars to heights unattainable by the high and mighty. His biological parents, who hoped the fake heir would elevate their family, are dumbfounded with regret.
Gu Dongting, the foremost figure in the mystic world, is a vision in white, with long black hair, exuding nobility and purity, remote and unapproachable.
A new dark cultivator rises, draped in a black cloak and a ghost mask, concealing his features, embodying both good and evil, ruthless and decisive.
Some observe both men have a deep, ambiguous connection with Shen Wang.
Busybodies stir up drama: “The first of the righteous path and the first of the dark path, whom does Shen Wang love more?”
The debate rages on without conclusion, until it reaches the ears of those involved.
The dark cultivator, with a smirk and a captivating red mole under his eye, asks teasingly, “So, between him and me, who do you love more?”
Shen Wang: “……”
Help, save me, aren’t you the same person? Is there a need to compare?

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