Jiang Churong transmigrated into a novel, becoming a foolish and venomous cannon fodder character who bore a seventy percent resemblance to the protagonist, Gu Mingxiao. Gu Mingxiao was born with a divine sword bone, cold and transcendent, as unattainable as the moon in the sky. The cannon fodder, however, had pitiful talent and a vile temperament, surviving only by exploiting his resemblance to Gu Mingxiao, pandering to Gu Mingxiao’s admirers and harboring an insanity-inducing jealousy toward him. When Jiang Churong transmigrated, the original host had just slandered Gu Mingxiao and was punished by the sect leader to enter the Forbidden Forest. There, he was deceived by the future great villain, blood-sacrificed a formation, and unwittingly released the villain. By the time Jiang Churong arrived, the original host had only one breath left after the blood sacrifice. Unfazed, Jiang Churong bit his tongue, spat out a mouthful of heart’s blood, and kissed the villain’s lips. Smiling, he said, “I know you lied to me, but I fell for you at first sight. So as long as I live today, I won’t let you die.” Under the villain’s twisted and conflicted gaze, the Life-Death Bond was sealed. Jiang Churong pushed him away: “Go.” — As expected, that very night, the villain abducted him. At this time, the villain was still a youth, his expression dark and cold. Gripping Jiang Churong’s slender neck, he sneered, “I know you’re playing hard to get. But it’s only for the Life-Death Bond—behave yourself.” Jiang Churong laughed inwardly but coaxed him outwardly: “Alright, alright, whatever you say.” Later, Jiang Churong and the villain fought side by side, becoming the infamous Black and White Duo of the cultivation world, wreaking havoc wherever they went. Gu Mingxiao, meanwhile, ascended as the revered Venerable Mingxiao. One day, Jiang Churong and the villain were ambushed by the righteous sects. Gu Mingxiao descended in white robes, his sword tip resting against Jiang Churong’s collarbone. Jiang Churong, lips stained with blood, smiled faintly up at him: “Long time no see, Senior Brother.” Gu Mingxiao’s expression was icy: “Wen Ling is dead.” Jiang Churong raised a brow: “Since when does the revered Venerable Mingxiao lie?” Before the crowd, Gu Mingxiao took Jiang Churong away. — Locked in an underground palace, Jiang Churong remained calm, plotting his escape. He refused to believe Wen Ling was dead. That night, Gu Mingxiao visited. When their eyes met, Jiang Churong glanced away, unwilling to waste words. But the next second—Gu Mingxiao grabbed his chin and kissed him fiercely! Shocked at first, Jiang Churong then froze at the familiar aura before ecstasy surged through him: *My husband’s insane!* But since when did Wen Ling enjoy cosplay? — Wen Ling was the inner demon Gu Mingxiao had split from himself using forbidden arts in his youth to achieve enlightenment—the embodiment of all his darkest impulses. Jiang Churong, meanwhile, was the trash Gu Mingxiao despised most, a shameless wretch who used a face similar to his own to grovel and scheme. Never did Gu Mingxiao imagine these two would unite. But when he glimpsed through his demon’s eyes the moment Jiang Churong smiled brightly at the very darkness he had discarded—confessing his love—he felt an uncontrollable pang of longing… Everyone adored the radiant Venerable Mingxiao, yet none knew the abyssal crevices in Gu Mingxiao’s heart where no light could reach. Later, when he found Jiang Churong, Gu Mingxiao thought: *If the demon could have him… why can’t I?*Scheming Charmer Bottom × White-Black Sliced Top