They Never Forget Their Master

Lian Xingming bound himself to a Mad Beauty System, committing every evil deed imaginable, yet accidentally plunged the entire world into a battleground of chaos over him. The stoic Buddhist monk shattered the altar’s candles, forsaking asceticism for him. The mighty Sword Sovereign skipped his sect’s grand tournament, just to brew him soup. The charming Daoist Sage dismissed his harem of three thousand, bashfully seeking his favor. Hunted to the brink of despair, Lian Xingming drew his sword and slit his own throat—only to see an error message flash before his eyes. When he awoke, three thousand years had passed, and he was now the penniless sect leader of a down-and-out faction that couldn’t even defeat bandits. Surveying his motley crew of incompetent disciples, Lian Xingming felt sheer relief—Being a mad beauty was exhausting. Who wouldn’t prefer lazing around like a salted fish? Soon, rumors spread across the cultivation world: *“That sect leader pulled out countless relics of Lian Xingming! Now all the big shots are rushing there to grab them!”* Lian Xingming was shocked: *They still haven’t given up on me?!* —— The person Lian Xingming wronged most in his past life was Fu Jiqiu, the youngest and brightest champion of the immortal sects, radiant as the purest moonlight. To stop Lian Xingming’s atrocities, Fu Jiqiu endured torment—body broken, heart shattered, his pristine white robes stained with blood. His luminous spirit tarnished, a demonic heart grew rampant until the immortal sects seized him in fury, intent on purging his inner demons. Today, under the guise of seizing relics, Lian Xingming thought he’d catch a glimpse of Fu Jiqiu—doubtlessly revered as ever, now ascending as the immortal sects’ supreme leader, right? What he saw left him stunned: ——Good heavens, not only had Fu Jiqiu *not* become the immortal sects’ leader... he’d instead turned into the terrifying Demon Realm Sovereign! Draped in black robes with hair unbound, the man lounged lazily atop a bridal procession spanning miles. This was no treasure hunt—it was a wedding march. The righteous factions drew their swords but hesitated, murmuring: *“Demon Sovereign, why torment yourself? He’s already dead...”* Fu Jiqiu smirked faintly: *“Alive, I’d marry him. Dead, I’ll marry his corpse.”* *“Lian Xingming... you’ll never escape me again.”* 1. **[Perfectly scheming, blackened pseudo-gentleman Top]** × **[Sweet, naturally charming, coquettish Bottom]** A melodramatic tale of passionate hatred, thrilling fake deaths, and shocking reveals! 2. Top and Bottom are each other’s first love—no harem/NP in the main story. Only Fu Jiqiu reigns as the one true Top! 3. Cover artist: Yixu (non-exclusive license).