Yu Lin’s notoriously rebellious and unruly temperament was thoroughly broken and stripped away after the arrival of Yu Ling—a new disciple who happened to look eighty percent like him.

He could only watch helplessly as the Master who raised him smiled warmly at Yu Ling, and the Senior Martial Brother who used to dote on him unconditionally granted Yu Ling’s every whim. It made Yu Lin look like a complete outsider.

Later, the Senior Brother and Senior Sister who loved him the most perished in a demonic secret realm. Left completely without a shoulder to lean on in the Fusheng Sect, Yu Lin died in deep depression amidst endless deprecation and blatant favoritism.

To his surprise, when he opened his eyes again, he had reborn back to the exact day Yu Ling entered the sect ten years ago.

In this life, Yu Lin encountered the stand-in Yu Ling before he even joined the sect. Looking at him, Yu Lin let out a cold sneer. The boy was nothing but a fragile dodder flower who only knew how to act cute and compliant to curry favor.

Acting cute and compliant? Who doesn’t know how to do that?

……

Beneath the Guixin Platform, Yu Lin’s shoulders trembled as the corners of his fox-like eyes flushed red, shimmering with enticing tears. When he spoke, his voice carried an uncontrollable sob, making him appear incredibly soft and obedient.

The next second, he was pulled tightly into his Senior Martial Brother’s embrace, hearing him say: “My darling, how could we ever abandon you?”

The Senior Brother’s comforting words were sweet, but he failed to see the icy chill hidden in the shadows when Yu Lin lowered his gaze.

Having grown completely cold and detached toward his biased Master, Yu Lin intentionally distanced himself.

Yet, he watched as his deity-like Master grew frantic, grabbing his hand so tightly his knuckles turned white, refusing to let go. With bloodshot eyes, the Master begged for his love and asked about the unspoken words from their past life.

Yu Lin let out a soft laugh, his eyes entirely devoid of emotion. He firmly pried his Master’s fingers away one by one, curving his lips into a smirk as he leaned in to whisper: “It is I who hates you, and I regret ever meeting you. Are you satisfied now?”

He had always longed for a beautiful pair of black eyes, and was entirely willing to be coaxed back home by a seemingly innocent, brightly smiling young cultivator.

Until one night as darkness fell, he caught sight of a blurry silhouette in the woods executing a swift, merciless, and decisive kill. The looming figure bore an uncanny resemblance to the terrifying Demon Venerable who struck fear into everyone’s hearts. Sensing a presence, the figure turned around.

A pair of icy eyes looked back—both familiar and strange—but the face belonged explicitly to his gentle and considerate lover.

Yu Lin: “…” #I never expected my own lover to be the ultimate Demon King.#

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