Feng Ning has lived for tens of thousands of years, shining alongside the sun and moon, enduring as long as heaven and earth. All his old friends have already raised four generations of descendants, yet he has never once fallen in love. He wanted to fall in love—badly. He had wanted it for at least 3,000 years. Yet his heart remained as unmovable as stone, stubbornly refusing to stir. Then, after an injury sent him plummeting into the Demon Realm, Feng Ning caught sight of a handsome youth bathing. In that instant, his face burned, his limbs turned weak, his mouth went dry, and his heart raced wildly. Based on the tens of thousands of romantic scripts he’d read, he immediately understood. Ah—this must be love! And so, he pursued with fervor. The youth was tens of thousands of years younger. No matter—age was no barrier. The youth was the Demon Realm’s sole heir. No matter—faction was no obstacle. The youth was also his 28th-generation disciple, serial number 056… ...And, incidentally, the great-grandson his old friend never shut up about—the one always flaunted in his face. No—wait. Let this old man reconsider. After their first dual cultivation session, Feng Ning woke in the dead of night. The sheets clung to his skin; the bed was in disarray. His face burned, his waist ached, his legs felt weak, his mouth was dry, and his heart pounded wildly. Feng Ning: *Ah… this must be love…* No. The man beside him had vanished. Before him—emptiness. This wasn’t love. Physician: *...Your symptoms are merely a common cold.* My flushed face and racing heart—all because of a cold? —*Yes.* My weak limbs—also the cold? —*Yes.* Then… what of the love I believed in? —*Also the cold.* Allow this old man to offer his sincerest apologies… ***"Too late."*** The youth stood before him, the Soul-Severing Sword in his left hand and the Immortal-Binding Rope in his right. Ahead—raging flames. Behind—a million demonic soldiers. *"Master, I’ve come to propose."* The sword unsheathed; the divine rope soared. The youth’s eyes blazed crimson, his smile sinister. **[Bonus Scene]** OP: *What are you all giving Master and Junior Brother 056 for their first anniversary?* #1: *Not sure. The senior brothers from last term pooled money for 999 spirit fruits.* #7: *Can we just perform? I’m a little short right now.* #22: *Are you all brain-dead?! Master and Junior Brother 56 are eloping in secret!* #23: *......* #39: *My bad. Almost forgot—mostly 'cause literally the whole sect knows they’re eloping in secret.* 1v1, HE, shizun (master) as the bottom, lighthearted comedy.