At the Grand Immortal Trial, a rogue cultivator named Lu Huaixue became an overnight sensation. As the major sects scrambled to recruit him, Lu Huaixue ignored them all, fixing his gaze solely on the Sovereign of the Immortal Path, Yin Jianhan.

“I wish to join the Wangchuan Sect,” Lu Huaixue declared.

He removed his mask, revealing a face beautiful enough to entrance the world. “And I want to be the Sovereign’s only disciple.”

Once the crowd recovered from the shock of his beauty, they could only sigh in pity. “So he’s here for love? What a shame. The Patriarch never takes disciples.” “Everyone knows the Sovereign is deeply devoted to his late ‘White Moon’; this is just another unrequited crush.”

Then, Yin Jianhan the man supposedly drowning in grief for a lost love descended from the high platform and personally handed over the sect’s palace bell. The audience was in an uproar: “A substitute! He’s definitely just a body double.”

Soon, the entire cultivation world was whispering about how Lu Huaixue’s love was lowly and desperate. They claimed he had no dignity, content to be a mere shadow of a dead man as long as he could stay by the Sovereign’s side.

That was until they witnessed the reality: The Sovereign personally holding an umbrella for Lu Huaixue. The Sovereign warming Lu Huaixue’s hands in his own. The Sovereign carrying Lu Huaixue on his back through the snow.

During a tense Immortal-Demon Conference, while everyone else was at each other’s throats, the Sovereign sat unbothered peeling grapes and tenderly feeding them to Lu Huaixue.

The entire Immortal Sect stood speechless: Wait… the substitute actually won?!

Lu Huaixue had a secret: he had actually died long ago. His soul had transmigrated into this book, bound to the body of a beautiful stranger. He only participated in the trials to seek a way for Yin Jianhan to perform a soul-cleansing ritual so he could finally pass on.

Day one of joining the sect: “Excuse me! Could you please help cross me over to the afterlife?” Day two: “I’d really appreciate it! I’m actually in a hurry to die.” … Day X: Yin Jianhan tilted Lu Huaixue’s chin up, leaning in to kiss his earlobe. “I don’t have a way to send you to the afterlife,” Yin Jianhan whispered. “But would you like to try a way that brings you pleasure instead?”

Lu Huaixue: “…”

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