Feng Qingyun waited for his Senior Brother for more than a lifetime, from being young and enthusiastic to having his sincere heart replaced with ashes. While his Senior Brother won praise and followers everywhere, becoming the leader of the Righteous Path, he was nothing but a dried speckle of mosquito blood- dismissed and forgotten.
But then the sky collapsed, and the whole cultivation world turned to chaos.
After using all his spiritual power to send his disciples to safety, Feng Qingyun had no choice but to wait for death, trapped in a cave with his mortal enemy… The Demon Lord, who came to mock his final moments.
“Little Palace Master, your husband is probably crying in the arms of some beauty right now, swearing to look for you in his next life, while you can only die in here with me. Giving your heart to the wrong man, do you regret it?”
Hearing his mockery, Feng Qingyun fell silent. Facing that cold expression until the sky collapsed over his body, the Demon Lord changed his tone and said lightly:” If I knew you’d turn up like this because of that fool, I wouldn’t have hesitated on your wedding day.”
“…?!”
When he opened his eyes again, Feng Qingyun returned to the night before he became his Senior Brother’s Dao companion. “Your Excellency, you were not invited,” he said calmly, walking thowards an ordinary looking cultivator. “What’s the point of coming all the way here?”
The other party was silent before removing his disguise. And just like that, the demon feared by the entire cultivation world looked at Feng Qingyun with a hint of mischief before saying: “I am here to get back what already belongs to me.”
“And what is that?”
“You.”
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Double rebirth, but the gong doesn’t remember in the beginning.
The flower demon turned sword cultivator who hasn’t bloomed in six hundred years vs. The Lord of the demon race who loves to tease his wife and pretend to be cool
