Mo Ran thought becoming Chu Wanning’s disciple was a mistake.

His shizun was really too much like a cat while he himself was a dumb pup who’d only slobber and wag his tail.

Dogs and cats were different by nature; originally, the dumb pup didn’t want to reach his furry paws out to that cat.

At first he thought, dogs should be with dogs, like his shixiong, beautiful and tame like a cute Japanese Spitz, and the two of them together would surely be a match made in heaven.

Yet, after having died and reborn, after having lived two lives, the one he hauled back each time to his den in the end was always the one he couldn’t stand at first: that snow-white kitty shizun.

Dumb off the charts husky gong x tsundere, short-tempered, big white cat shou

Emperor of the cultivation world Mo Weiyu deceived elders and slaughtered ancestors, and committed all crimes and sins known to man. After ending his own life, he was reborn and transmigrated to the year he first became a disciple.

In the shell of a boy held an old and weary soul. After coming back to life, truth after truths that had been hidden below the surface in the previous life floated to the top and broke through the waters one after the other.

Of all the revelations, the one that stunned him the most was that the shizun he had hated to the bone in his previous life had always been protecting him from the shadows…

The heart of man can change; even demons and monsters can become compassionate and do good. Only, he had sinned deeply. Can the blood on his hands ever be cleansed?

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When Mo Ran hadn’t yet become the emperor, there was always someone calling him a dog.

The people from his hometown called him a doggy thing. His younger cousin called him a dog-fellow. His godmother was the best; she called him a ‘dog of a son’.

Of course, there had been some dog-related descriptions that weren’t too bad. Such as those people he’d slept with, they would always scold him with some false anger that his hips were as powerful as a male dog’s, his sweet words lured one’s soul in, the deadly weapon below claimed the lives of women. But in the blink of an eye, they’d be boasting to others, making it such that everyone around knew that he, Mo Weiyu, was a handsome man with a powerful tool. Those who had tried were utterly satisfied, and those who hadn’t were swayed by the prospect.

Although, it had to be said that those people were quite right. Mo Ran really was like a silly dog shaking its head and wagging its tail.Such ways of referring to him only disappeared abruptly when he became the emperor of the cultivation world.

One day, a small, faraway cultivation sect sent him a young puppy.

That puppy was grey and white with three flames on its forehead, and it looked a bit like a wolf. But it was only as large as a melon, and very melon-like in appearance too. Despite being fat and round, it thought it looked awe-inspiring, running around the hall crazily. A few times, it tried to climb up the tall steps and take a good look at the person lounging on the throne, but its legs were too short, so it failed every single time.

Mo Ran stared at the energetic but brainless hairball for a moment and suddenly laughed. As he laughed, he cursed under his breath, you dog-fellow.The puppy soon grew into a big dog. The big dog became an old dog, and the old dog became a dead dog.

Mo Ran’s eyes closed, then opened again. Amidst the pampering and mistreatment, the rises and falls, thirty-two years of his life had passed.

He had gotten tired of everything, and he felt bored and lonely. These years, there were fewer and fewer people whom he was familiar with, and Three-Flames had met its maker as well. He felt that it was about time, he should end everything.

Picking a gleaming, plump grape from the plate of fruit, he slowly peeled off its purple skin.

His movements were leisurely and practised, like Prince Qiang peeling off a woman’s clothing in the chamber; it carried the laziness of someone who was losing interest. The glistening flesh of the grape trembled faintly at his fingertips, its juice leaching out, its colour faintly purple; it appeared like the sunset, like wild geese flying during sunset, like crab-apple flowers slumbering in spring.

And like filthy blood.

Swallowing the sickly sweet taste in his mouth, he studied his own fingers, then lazily lifted his eyelids.He thought, it’s about time.

It was about time he went to Hell.

Mo Ran, courtesy name Weiyu.

The first monarch of the cultivation world.

It really hadn’t been easy to get to this position. Not only did one need unrivalled powers, one also needed a thick-skinned face that was hard as rock.

Before him, the ten major sects of the cultivation world stood as equals in high places. Between sects, each tried to pull the arms of the other, and no one was able to make massive changes with their own power. Furthermore, the various sect leaders were all persons of talent who were well-versed in classical texts. Even if they wanted to give themselves a title for fun, they feared the historians, the taunting of future generations to come.

But Mo Ran was different.

He was a hooligan.

He ended up doing all the things others dared not do. Drinking the best alcohol in the world, marrying the most beautiful woman in the world, becoming ‘Lord TaXian’, the union leader of the cultivation world, then bestowing the rank of emperor upon himself.Tens of thousands of people prostrated themselves before him.

Anyone who refused to kneel was hunted down and killed by him. During those years when he dominated the world, the cultivation world was awash in blood and full of anguished cries. Countless righteous men met their demise, and one of the ten major sects, the Rufeng Sect, was wiped out entirely.

Later, even Mo Ran’s master who had taught him was unable to escape misfortune. He lost during the faceoff against Mo Ran and was brought back to the palace by his former beloved disciple to be imprisoned. No one knew what became of him.

The land, which had been beautiful and orderly, was suddenly ****** into chaos.

The dog emperor Mo Ran didn’t undertake much formal studies and had no inhibitions. Hence, during his reign, many ridiculous things happened, such as the era name.

In the first three-year period of his reign as emperor, the era name was ‘Wangba’[1], which he had thought of while sitting by the pond to feed fish.

In the second three-year period, the era name was ‘Croak’, because he heard a frog croak in the yard during summer and thought it was heaven-sent inspiration that he should live up to.

The learned men thought there wouldn’t be any era names more horrifying than ‘Wangba’ and ‘Croak’, but in the end, they knew nothing about Mo Weiyu.

For the third three-year period, the people were ready to swoop in. Whether they were Buddhist cultivators, Taoist cultivators, or spiritual cultivators, the righteous ones who couldn’t tolerate Mo Ran’s tyranny began discussing the prospect of revolution.

Thus, Mo Ran thought about it seriously this time. After countless drafts, the most shocking, most earth-shaking era name was born—-‘No Stick’.

It was well-intentioned. The founding emperor had cracked his brains to come up with these two words, which carried the good meaning of ‘stop fighting and put down the weapons’. Only, it was a bit awkward for the people to say.

It sounded even more awkward for anyone who was illiterate.

The first year was called ‘the first year of No Stick’, which sounded wrong no matter what.

The second year was ‘second year of No Stick’.

‘Third year of No Stick’.

People had closed their doors and cursed about it.

“Such ridiculousness, why don’t they just use No Stick for the ages! Next time when you see a man, you won’t need to ask him for his age, just ask him how many years of ‘No Stick’ he is! And call hundred-year-old men ‘Hundred-years No Stick’!”

After three years of enduring, the era name ‘No Stick’ was finally going to be replaced.

Everyone was waiting in trepidation for His Majesty’s fourth era name, but this time, Mo Ran didn’t have the heart to come up with one. For it was in this year that the unrest in the cultivation world blew up. The righteous martial artists and heroes of the cultivation world, who had suffered in silence for nearly a decade, formed a large army and laid siege to the palace of the founding emperor, Mo Weiyu.

The cultivation world didn’t need any emperor or king.

Especially not a tyrant like him.

After months of bloodshed and battle, the revolting armies finally reached the foot of Life-Death Peak. This tall mountain in Shuzhong was shrouded in clouds and mist year-round, and Mo Ran’s palace stood proudly at the summit.

With the arrow notched in the bow, all it took was one last strike to overturn the palace. But this strike was the most dangerous. With the light of victory close before them, the revolution union which had been united by their hatred was starting to have second thoughts. Should the old ruler be destroyed, a new order would have to be established in its place. No one wanted to exhaust any more energy at this moment, and thus, no one was willing to be the vanguard and lead the charge up the mountain.

They were afraid that this cunning, devious tyrant would descend from the sky, baring his beastly white fangs at them, and tear into those who dared to attack his palace, shredding them to bits.

Some said with heavy expressions, “Mo Weiyu’s spiritual powers are strong and he is a cunning person. We should be cautious so that we don’t fall for his tricks.”

The leaders expressed their agreement.

But it was at this moment that a handsome, prideful-looking youth came out of the crowd. He wore a set of silvery-blue light armour and a belt decorated with a lion’s head. His hair was held in a high ponytail, an exquisite silver ring decorating the base of the ponytail.

The youth’s expression was grim as he said, “We’ve reached the foot of the mountain but you’re all dawdling and not willing to go up, don’t tell me you’re waiting for Mo Weiyu to crawl down here on his own? You bunch of cowardly good-for-nothings!”

After he said this, the people around him started talking.

“Young Master Xue, what are you saying? What do you mean by ‘cowardly’? When it comes to fighting with an army, it’s best to be cautious. If we all gave no damns like you, who’ll be responsible when something goes wrong?”

Someone else taunted, “Heheh, Young Master Xue is the favoured son of the heavens, but we’re only sons of commoners. Since the son of the heavens can’t wait to duke it out with the emperor of the mortal realm, then why don’t you scale the mountain on your own first. We’ll set up a banquet at the foot of the mountain and wait for you to bring Mo Weiyu’s head back, isn’t that nice.”

Those words had been more extreme. An old monk quickly held back the youth who was about to blow up, putting on a kindly expression and persuading him gently,

“Young Master Xue, please listen to this old monk’s words. This old monk knows you and Mo Weiyu have a deep personal enmity, but the siege is an important matter. Please do think of everyone, don’t act on your feelings.”

The one they called ‘Young Master Xue’ was Xue Meng. Ten-odd years ago, he had been the talented young man whom everyone praised, the favoured son of the heavens.Tens of thousands of people prostrated themselves before him.

Anyone who refused to kneel was hunted down and killed by him. During those years when he dominated the world, the cultivation world was awash in blood and full of anguished cries. Countless righteous men met their demise, and one of the ten major sects, the Rufeng Sect, was wiped out entirely.

Later, even Mo Ran’s master who had taught him was unable to escape misfortune. He lost during the faceoff against Mo Ran and was brought back to the palace by his former beloved disciple to be imprisoned. No one knew what became of him.

The land, which had been beautiful and orderly, was suddenly ****** into chaos.

The dog emperor Mo Ran didn’t undertake much formal studies and had no inhibitions. Hence, during his reign, many ridiculous things happened, such as the era name.

In the first three-year period of his reign as emperor, the era name was ‘Wangba’[1], which he had thought of while sitting by the pond to feed fish.

In the second three-year period, the era name was ‘Croak’, because he heard a frog croak in the yard during summer and thought it was heaven-sent inspiration that he should live up to.

The learned men thought there wouldn’t be any era names more horrifying than ‘Wangba’ and ‘Croak’, but in the end, they knew nothing about Mo Weiyu.

For the third three-year period, the people were ready to swoop in. Whether they were Buddhist cultivators, Taoist cultivators, or spiritual cultivators, the righteous ones who couldn’t tolerate Mo Ran’s tyranny began discussing the prospect of revolution.

Thus, Mo Ran thought about it seriously this time. After countless drafts, the most shocking, most earth-shaking era name was born—-‘No Stick’.

It was well-intentioned. The founding emperor had cracked his brains to come up with these two words, which carried the good meaning of ‘stop fighting and put down the weapons’. Only, it was a bit awkward for the people to say.

It sounded even more awkward for anyone who was illiterate.

The first year was called ‘the first year of No Stick’, which sounded wrong no matter what.

The second year was ‘second year of No Stick’.

‘Third year of No Stick’.

People had closed their doors and cursed about it.

“Such ridiculousness, why don’t they just use No Stick for the ages! Next time when you see a man, you won’t need to ask him for his age, just ask him how many years of ‘No Stick’ he is! And call hundred-year-old men ‘Hundred-years No Stick’!”

After three years of enduring, the era name ‘No Stick’ was finally going to be replaced.

Everyone was waiting in trepidation for His Majesty’s fourth era name, but this time, Mo Ran didn’t have the heart to come up with one. For it was in this year that the unrest in the cultivation world blew up. The righteous martial artists and heroes of the cultivation world, who had suffered in silence for nearly a decade, formed a large army and laid siege to the palace of the founding emperor, Mo Weiyu.

The cultivation world didn’t need any emperor or king.

Especially not a tyrant like him.

After months of bloodshed and battle, the revolting armies finally reached the foot of Life-Death Peak. This tall mountain in Shuzhong was shrouded in clouds and mist year-round, and Mo Ran’s palace stood proudly at the summit.

With the arrow notched in the bow, all it took was one last strike to overturn the palace. But this strike was the most dangerous. With the light of victory close before them, the revolution union which had been united by their hatred was starting to have second thoughts. Should the old ruler be destroyed, a new order would have to be established in its place. No one wanted to exhaust any more energy at this moment, and thus, no one was willing to be the vanguard and lead the charge up the mountain.

They were afraid that this cunning, devious tyrant would descend from the sky, baring his beastly white fangs at them, and tear into those who dared to attack his palace, shredding them to bits.

Some said with heavy expressions, “Mo Weiyu’s spiritual powers are strong and he is a cunning person. We should be cautious so that we don’t fall for his tricks.”

The leaders expressed their agreement.

But it was at this moment that a handsome, prideful-looking youth came out of the crowd. He wore a set of silvery-blue light armour and a belt decorated with a lion’s head. His hair was held in a high ponytail, an exquisite silver ring decorating the base of the ponytail.

The youth’s expression was grim as he said, “We’ve reached the foot of the mountain but you’re all dawdling and not willing to go up, don’t tell me you’re waiting for Mo Weiyu to crawl down here on his own? You bunch of cowardly good-for-nothings!”

After he said this, the people around him started talking.

“Young Master Xue, what are you saying? What do you mean by ‘cowardly’? When it comes to fighting with an army, it’s best to be cautious. If we all gave no damns like you, who’ll be responsible when something goes wrong?”

Someone else taunted, “Heheh, Young Master Xue is the favoured son of the heavens, but we’re only sons of commoners. Since the son of the heavens can’t wait to duke it out with the emperor of the mortal realm, then why don’t you scale the mountain on your own first. We’ll set up a banquet at the foot of the mountain and wait for you to bring Mo Weiyu’s head back, isn’t that nice.”

Those words had been more extreme. An old monk quickly held back the youth who was about to blow up, putting on a kindly expression and persuading him gently,

“Young Master Xue, please listen to this old monk’s words. This old monk knows you and Mo Weiyu have a deep personal enmity, but the siege is an important matter. Please do think of everyone, don’t act on your feelings.”

The one they called ‘Young Master Xue’ was Xue Meng. Ten-odd years ago, he had been the talented young man whom everyone praised, the favoured son of the heavens.

But the times and situation had changed, he had fallen from grace, and now he had to endure the taunting and mocking of these people in order to climb the mountain and meet Mo Ran again.

Xue Meng was so angry that it warped his expression and made his lips tremble, but he strove to contain it, asking, “Then, until when are you going to wait?”

“We should at least see if there’s any movement.”

“That’s right, what if Mo Weiyu set up an ambush?”

The old monk who was just muddling along also tried to persuade him, “Don’t be hasty, Young Master Xue. We’re already at the foot of the mountain, so it would be better to exercise a little caution. Anyway, Mo Weiyu is already trapped in the palace and he can’t come down the mountain. His powers have reached their limits, and he’s no longer a threat, should we handle things so lightly just to take advantage of the present? There are so many people down here, with so many nobles and noteworthy people among them; who will be responsible if they lose their lives?”

Xue Meng exploded in fury, “Responsible? Then let me ask you, who can be responsible for my Shizun’s life? Mo Ran’s kept my Shizun under house arrest for ten years! Ten whole years! Now my Shizun’s on the mountain and you’re expecting me to wait?”

Hearing Xue Meng mention his master, no one could keep a straight face.

Some people looked guilty, while others looked this way and that, afraid to speak up.

“Ten years ago, Mo Ran called himself Lord TaXian, massacred everyone in the seventy-two cities under the Rufeng Sect, and even wanted to decimate the remaining nine of the major sects. Later, Mo Ran made himself emperor and wanted to kill you all. During these two disasters, who stopped him in the end? If not for my Shizun fighting to the death to defend you, would you still be alive? Would you still be able to stand here unscathed and talk to me?”Finally, someone coughed twice before saying gently, “Please don’t be angry, Young Master Xue. About Grandmaster Chu…we are all very remorseful and grateful towards him. But just as you said, he’s been under house arrest for ten years, and if there was something, he would have…Well, you’ve waited for ten years, so you don’t have to rush now, right?”

“Right? Like you’d ever be friggin’ right!”

That person’s eyes widened. “How can you cuss me out?”

“Why wouldn’t I cuss you out? Shizun disregarded the possibility of his own death just to save this kind of…this kind of…”

He couldn’t go on, his throat choking up. “I feel like it wasn’t worth it.”

At the end, Xue Meng jerked his head around abruptly, his shoulders trembling faintly as he held back his tears.

“We didn’t say we weren’t going to save Grandmaster Chu…”

“That’s right, everyone remembers Grandmaster Chu’s kindness in their hearts, we didn’t forget. Young Master Xue, when you say it like that, you’re making us look like a bunch of ungrateful people, and we can’t have that.”

“But when you think about it, wasn’t Mo Ran a disciple of Grandmaster Chu as well?” someone said softly. “If I had to say, the master should take some responsibility for the disciple’s evil ways. As they say, the father is at fault if the son is not taught, and the teacher is lazy if the student is not strictly taught[2]. This isn’t something to find major fault with, so what’s there to complain about.”

Now this was a little harsh. Someone barked at once, “What crazy things are you saying! You watch what you say!”

Then they turned around to persuade Xue Meng with an amiable expression,

“Young Master Xue, don’t be so anxious…”

“How can I not be anxious?” Xue Meng cut them short, his eyes seemingly about to burst. “You don’t feel anything in your position, but that’s my Shizun! Mine!!! I haven’t seen him for so many years! I don’t know if he’s dead or alive, I don’t know how he’s living, why do you think I’m standing here?”

He breathed hard, his eyes rimmed with red.

“You think Mo Weiyu will come down on his own and kneel and beg for forgiveness in front of you if you wait like this?”

“Young Master Xue…”

“Other than Shizun, I don’t have anyone else I can be close to.” Pulling free the corner of his robe that the old monk had held onto, Xue Meng said hoarsely, “If you’re not going, I’ll go myself.”

Leaving behind those words, he went up the mountain on his own with nothing else but his sword.

The cold, dank wind carried the sounds of leaves rustling. In the thick fog, it sounded like fierce spirits and maligned souls whispering, walking between the trees and mountains.

Xue Meng travelled to the summit alone. The majestic palace where Mo Ran resided shone with peaceful candlelight. Suddenly, he saw three graves before Sky-Reaching Tower. Upon closer inspection, the first grave was covered by grass, and on the headstone, eight large words had been carved crookedly: ‘Grave of Consort Chu, the Steamed Noble Consort’.

In contrast to this ‘Steamed Noble Consort’, the second grave was new, and the earth had been filled in recently. Carved on the headstone were the words ‘Grave of Lady Song, the Stir-Fried Empress’.

“…”

If it had been over ten years ago, Xue Meng would’ve laughed out loud when he saw this outrageous scene.

Back then, he and Mo Ran had been under the same master. Mo Ran had been the biggest prankster of them all. Even though Xue Meng never liked him much, he would often be amused by the other’s antics.

He didn’t know what this Steamed Noble Consort and Stir-Fried Empress was all about; probably the headstones Master Mo the Learned[3] set up for his two wives. This style was quite like ‘Wangba’, ‘Croak’, and ‘No Stick’. Although, the reason why he gave them such titles would remain unknown.

Xue Meng looked at the third grave.

In the night, the grave stood open. Inside was a coffin, but there wasn’t anyone in the coffin, and there were no words on theheadstone.

But there was a jug of Pear-Blossom White[4], a bowl of chilli oil wontons that had gone cold, a few plates of spicy food, all of them being foods that Mo Ran loved.

Xue Meng stared at them for a while, stupefied, then suddenly became shocked—so Mo Weiyu had no intention of retaliating, and he had already dug his own grave, having decided to meet his doom?

He felt himself breaking out in a cold sweat.

He didn’t believe it. Mo Ran had always toughed it out till the end, never knowing what fatigue and giving up were. With his way of doing things, he’d definitely fight the revolting armies till the end, so why would he…

These ten years, as Mo Ran stood at the height of power, what had he seen, what had happened—

No one knew.

Xue Meng turned, his figure becoming one with the night. He strode towards the brightly lit Wushan Hall.

Inside Wushan Hall, Mo Ran’s eyes were closed, his face ashen.

Xue Meng guessed correctly; he was set on dying. That grave outside had been dug by himself for himself. Two hours ago, he had dismissed his servants with transportation spells and consumed a deadly poison. His cultivation base was strong, and the strong poison spread exceptionally slowly within his body, causing the pain of his organs being eaten and dissolved away to become deeper and sharper.

With a ‘creak’, the doors opened.

Mo Ran didn’t raise his head, only saying hoarsely, “Xue Meng. It’s you, you’ve come, haven’t you?”

Upon the golden brick floor of the hall, Xue Meng stood alone, his ponytail flying, his light armour gleaming.

Former disciples met again. But Mo Ran was expressionless as he sat with his chin against his hand, his fine, thick lashes hanging low before his eyes.

Everyone made him out to be some twisted demon with three heads and six arms, but in fact, he was very good-looking. His nose bridge had a gentle curve, his lips were light-coloured yet full, and he naturally looked gentle and sweet. By looks alone, anyone would judge him to be a kind, good person.

Upon seeing his face, Xue Meng knew he had indeed taken poison. He didn’t know what he was feeling, and he looked about to speak, but said nothing. In the end, he clenched his fist, simply asking, “Where’s Shizun?”

“…what?”

Xue Meng said harshly, “I asked you, where’s Shizun!!! Your, mine, our Shizun?!”

“Oh.” Mo Ran hummed softly. He finally opened his purplish-black eyes, his gaze seemingly passing through years upon years of time before landing on Xue Meng.

“Thinking about it, since the farewell at Kunlun Taxue Palace, you and Shizun haven’t met for two years.”

Mo Ran smiled faintly as he spoke.

“Xue Meng, are you missing him?”

“Cut the crap! Return him to me!”

Mo Ran looked at him calmly. Enduring the pain in his stomach, the corner of his mouth twitched mockingly as he leaned back against his throne.

His vision kept going black. He could almost feel how clearly his organs were twisting, dissolving, turning to foul bloody liquid.

Mo Ran said nonchalantly, “Return to you? What foolish talk. Use your brains a little; why would I allow Shizun to live when I’ve held such a deep grudge towards him.”

“You—!” Xue Meng’s face drained of all colour. His eyes widened as he stepped back. “You couldn’t have…you’d never…”

“I’d never what?” Mo Ran laughed softly. “Why don’t you tell me why I shouldn’t.”

Xue Meng’s voice trembled, “But he was your…He was your Shizun after all…How could you have done it!”

He lifted his head, looking at Mo Ran who sat high above in his throne. There was Fuxi in the heavens, there was Yanluo in the underworld, and there was Mo Weiyu in the mortal realm.

But to Xue Meng, Mo Ran shouldn’t have become this way even if he became the emperor of the human realm.

Xue Meng’s entire body was trembling, so full of anger that his tears were falling.

“Mo Weiyu, are you still human? He used to…”

“He used to what?” Mo Ran looked up without much emotion.

“You should know how he used to treat you…” Xue Meng said tremulously.

Mo Ran suddenly smiled.

“Are you trying to remind me how he once beat me until I was covered in wounds and made me kneel and admit my wrongdoings in front of everyone. Or are you trying to remind me how he stood in my way for your sake, for the sake of unrelated persons, preventing me from accomplishing what I wanted several times?”

“…” Xue Meng shook his head, pained.

That’s not it, Mo Ran.

Think about it carefully, put away that twisted hatred of yours. Look backHe used to teach you cultivation and martial arts, protecting you on all sides.

He used to teach you how to write and read, how to compose poetry and paint.

He used to learn how to cook for your sake, he was so clumsy that he hurt his hands all over.

He used to…He used to wait for you, day and night, alone, from night…till daybreak…

He had so much to say, but it was all choked up in his throat. In the end, Xue Meng could only sob,

“He…He did have a bad temper, and his words sounded harsh, but even I know he treated you so well, why…How could you have the heart to…”

Xue Meng raised his head, holding back way too many tears. His throat was choked up, and he couldn’t say any more.

After a long pause, there came a soft sigh from Mo Ran.

“Yes.”

“But Xue Meng. You know what?” Mo Ran’s voice sounded very tired. “He once caused the death of the only person I ever loved. The only one.”

The silence stretched on for a long time.

The ache in his stomach was like a raging flame, as if his flesh and blood were being ripped to bits and pieces.

“Although, we at least used to be master and disciple. His corpse is at Red Lotus Pavilion on the southern peak. He’s lying in the lotus flowers, very well-preserved, like he’s asleep.” Mo Ran exhaled, forcing a calm appearance. When he said this, he had no expression, his fingers resting on the long red sandalwood table, but his knuckles were pale.

“His corpse hasn’t rotted because I’ve been maintaining it with my spiritual energy. If you miss him, then don’t waste your breath here with me. Hurry and go while I’m not dead.”

A foul taste surged up his throat. Mo Ran gave a few coughs; when he opened his mouth again, his lips and teeth were bloody, but he had a carefree look in his eyes.

He rasped, “Go. Go see him. If you get there late, my spiritual energy will be lost when I die, and he’ll turn to dust.”

After these words, he shut his eyes. The poison had reached his heart, burning him from the inside.

The pain seemed to tear through his heart and lungs. Even Xue Meng’s agonised cries and howls seemed so distant, as if they were passing through the waters of the vast seas.

Blood poured from the corner of his mouth. Mo Ran gripped his sleeves, his muscles spasming.

When he opened his eyes groggily, Xue Meng had already run off. That fellow’s qinggong[5] wasn’t too bad, so it wouldn’t take him much time to run from here to the southern peak.

He’d probably be able to see his Shizun for the last time.

Propping himself up, Mo Ran got up shakily. Forming a hand seal with his bloody fingers, he transported himself to the area before Sky-Reaching Tower.

It was now well into autumn. The crab-apple flowers were blooming splendidly.

He didn’t know why he chose to end his sin-filled life here. However, since the flowers were blooming so beautifully, it would be a fine burial.

He lay down in the open coffin, looking up at the flowers in the night as they fell soundlessly.

They drifted into the coffin, drifting onto his cheek. They scattered, just as the things of the past wilted away.

In this life, he experienced countless things, going from being an illegitimate son with nothing to becoming the only emperor in the world.

He was the very height of evil, his hands stained with blood. He loved and hated, he desired and detested, yet in the end, there was nothing left.

At the end, he didn’t write anything on his own headstone with those unrestrained words of his. Be it an extremely shameless ‘Emperor of the Ages’, or something as ludicrous as ‘Stir-Fried’ or ‘Steamed’, he didn’t write anything. No words had been left behind at the grave of the cultivation world’s founding emperor.

This nonsensical affair which had lasted ten years was finally over.

After many hours had passed, the crowds raised their lit torches and entered the palace like a large fiery snake. But all that awaited them was an empty Wushan Hall, a deserted Life-Death Peak, a Xue Meng who lay on the bone ash-covered ground next to Red Lotus Pavilion, having cried so much that he was numb.

And, in front of Sky-Reaching Tower, that Mo Weiyu whose corpse was already stone cold.

MC dies in chapter one?! Shock!!! But let me tell you a secret: this is a rebirth novel…

That said, let’s get a closer look at those new names.

Name introductions:

Mo Ran \= 墨燃, courtesy name Weiyu \= 微雨. (燃 \= ‘to burn’, 微雨 \= ‘light rain’) Our MC.

Lord TaXian \= 踏仙君. (踏仙 literally means ‘stepping on immortals’, possibly because MC viewed himself as superior to all other cultivators and therefore above them) Spelling was edited following a suggestion from Eik.

Xue Meng \= 薛蒙. (蒙 has many meanings; the more fitting ones for names include ‘fine’ as in ‘fine drizzle’, ‘first light of dawn’ from 蒙蒙亮, etc) This is one of MC’s two fellow disciples, and also his younger cousin who kept calling him a dog-fellow.

Rufeng Sect \= 儒风门. (儒 can refer to scholars, and is often associated with Confucianism 儒家, but it’s not clear why this sect uses 儒 in the name)

And…If you came here through SWIYBR and PFoD, you should be familiar with my style by now. I cultivate the footnotes Dao.

[1]: 王八 wangba, a slang term for ‘tortoise’. When used to refer to people, it’s a pretty big insult, so please don’t call anyone a 王八 unless you truly hate their guts.

[2]: Lines from the Students’ Rules 弟子规, the original being 子不教，父之过，教不严，师之惰.

[3]: In case you didn’t catch on, Xue Meng is being sarcastic.

[4]: Originally 梨花白. A variety of wine that’ll be mentioned every now and then in the novel.

[5]: 轻功, a skill in Chinese martial arts that improves one’s running and jumping ability. One can also use 轻功 to stand on objects that are ordinarily unable to support their weight. In wuxia and xianxia settings, it’s mostly used for faster travel (think running on roofs or along a wall that’s perpendicular to the ground). Also, I can’t think of an English equivalent for this.

“My heart had been like still water, thoughts become dust/Unexpectedly, in the cold night there shone a spring glow/Were it not for Heaven’s favouring of the lonely grasses/Alas, this world would have nothing but wind and snow.”[1]

The clear, gentle voice of a Yue opera singer reached his ears. The words sounded like pearls and jade clattering, but it knocked on Mo Ran’s head and made it hurt. The blood vessels at the side of his forehead were throbbing.

“Why’s it so noisy! Where’s this whiny creature from! Someone beat this lowly slave girl off the mountain!”

Mo Ran only realised with a start after he had hollered that something wasn’t right.

…wasn’t he dead already?

Hatred, chills, suffering, and loneliness stabbed his chest, making it hurt. Mo Ran opened his eyes abruptly.

The various feelings one experienced before death had dissipated like snow in the wind. He found himself lying on a bed. It wasn’t his bed in Life-Death Peak; this bed was decorated with intricate carvings, the wood smelling heavily of makeup. The old, used blankets were in shades of pink and purple and embroidered with images of mandarin ducks frolicking in the water. Such blankets were only used by women in brothels.

“…”

Mo Ran was still for a moment.

He knew where he was.

This was a tile-place near Life-Death Peak.

‘Tile-place’ generally referred to brothels[2]. It came from the idea of ‘uniting and parting like roof-tiles’, with the intention of letting the clients and prostitutes meet and part on good terms.

During Mo Ran’s youth, there had been a time where he was very debauched, and over ten days of a month would be spent in this brothel. But this brothel had changed hands when he was twenty-something years old, eventually turning into a wine shop. After dying, he had appeared in a brothel that was long gone; what was going on?

Could it be because he’d sinned too much while being alive and harmed too many young men and women, so the King of the Underworld was punishing him by making him reincarnate in a brothel to receive clients?

While having these nonsensical thoughts, Mo Ran rolled over without realising it.

And found himself staring at a fast-asleep face.

“…”

What was with this situation!!! Why was there a person lying next to him??

And it was a stark-***** man!

This man looked young and tender with delicate facial features. Fair and adorable in appearance, it was hard to tell his gender.

Mo Ran didn’t have any expression on his face, but inside, his emotions were raging. After staring at that little gigolo who was still in dreamland for a while, he suddenly remembered.

Wasn’t this the male ********** he really liked when he was young, the one whose name was Rong San?

Or maybe it was Rong Jiu.

Regardless of whether it was San or Jiu, that wasn’t important. The point was, this male ********** later contracted venereal disease and had been dead for so many years, his corpse should have rotted already. But right now he was alive, all fair and soft, lying at the side of his bed. Part of his shoulder and his neck weren’t covered by the embroidered blanket, and they were decorated with purplish love bites.

Face tense, Mo Ran pulled up the blanket, his gaze shifting downward.

“……”

This Rong Jiu or San or whatever, maybe Rong Jiu for now, the little beauty Rong Jiu had whip marks all over his body, and on his pale, white-jade-like thigh, someone had carefully tied several rounds of red rope.

Mo Ran stroked his chin, silently exclaiming: How kinky.

Just look at this exquisite knotwork, this skilled method, this familiar picture.

Did he frigging tie this himself??!!

He was a cultivator and had dabbled in matters regarding rebirth. At this moment, he couldn’t help but suspect that he had resurrected in the past.

In order to confirm his thoughts, Mo Ran found a bronze mirror. Its surface was badly scratched, but in the dull surface, he could still vaguely see his appearance.

Mo Ran was thirty-two years old when he died, but the dude in the mirror had a rather childish-looking face. In his handsome features there was an arrogance seen only in the youth, and he looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

There was no one else in this room. Thus, after being silent for a long time, the tyrant of the cultivation world, the bully of Shuzhong, the emperor of the mortal realm, the Lord of Life-Death Peak, Lord TaXian Mo Ran, expressed his feelings truthfully.

“F**k…”

This ‘F**k’ roused the sleepy Rong Jiu.

The pretty boy sat up lazily, the thin embroidered blanket slipping from his shoulder and exposing a large part of his pale body. His long hair hung loose, his peach-blossom eyes[3] appearing sleepy and reddened at the outer corners. He yawned.

“Uhh…Young Master Mo, you’re up so early today.”

Mo Ran said nothing. More than ten years ago, he did like androgynous beauties such as Rong Jiu, but now, as the thirty-two-year-old Lord TaXian, he highly suspected that his brain must’ve been kicked by a donkey for him to think men like these were good-looking.

“Did you have a nightmare because you didn’t sleep well last night?”

This venerable one has died, does that count as a nightmare for you.

Seeing that he hadn’t spoken for a while, Rong Jiu thought he was in a bad mood. Getting off the bed, he made his way to the window and hugged Mo Ran from behind.

“Young Master Mo, why don’t you look at me, what are you spacing out and ignoring people for?”

After this hug, Mo Ran’s entire face had gone black. He wanted to rip this little devil off his back and slap that delicate face ten times over, but he held it in.

He was still a bit confused and hadn’t made any sense of the situation.

Well, if he really had been reborn, then it would look like he had some affliction of the mind if he woke up and bruised Rong Jiu’s face after doing it with Rong Jiu just last night. Not good, not good at all.

Mo Ran took control of his emotions, pretending to be nonchalant as he asked, “What day is it today?”

Rong Jiu froze, then smiled as he replied, “It’s the fourth day of the fifth lunar month.”

“The thirty-third year in the cycle?”

“That was last year, this year is the thirty-fourth in the cycle[4]. Young Master Mo, you’re so forgetful, you seem to be going backwards the more you live.”

The thirty-fourth year in the cycle…

A flurry of emotions swirled in Mo Ran’s eyes, his mind working quickly.

In the thirty-fourth year of the cycle, he was sixteen years old, and it had been a year since the Lord of Life-Death Peak recognised him as his long-lost nephew. Just like that, he went from being a bullied dog to a phoenix in the branches with a single leap.

So, had he really been reborn?

Or, was this an empty dream after death…

Rong Jiu laughed, “Young Master Mo, I think you’re dizzy with hunger, since you can’t even remember the date. Sit here for a bit, I’ll go to the kitchen and bring you something to eat, how about fried spiral flatbreads[5]?”

Mo Ran had just been reborn and still didn’t know how to react to all this, but there wouldn’t be anything wrong with following his previous ways. Thus he recalled his former dissolute self, and while holding back his disgust, smiled as he pinched Rong Jiu’s thigh.

“That’ll be nice, get a bowl of congee too, and feed me when you get back.”

Rong Jiu got dressed and left. Not long after, he came back with a wooden tray. On it there was a bowl of pumpkin congee, two fried spiral flatbreads, and a side dish.

Mo Ran had gotten a little hungry. He was about to grab a fried spiral when Rong Jiu suddenly moved his hand aside and said sweetly, “Allow me to feed you, sir.”

“…”

Rong Jiu picked up a spiral flatbread and sat on Mo Ran’s lap. He wore only a thin outer robe with nothing else beneath. His thighs split apart, pressing against Mo Ran’s skin and rubbing against him suggestively. The intent to seduce was clear even without words.

Mo Ran stared at Rong Jiu’s face for a bit.

Rong Jiu thought he was getting horny again and chided, “Why do you keep looking at me like this? The food’s getting cold.”

Mo Ran was quiet for a moment. Remembering the things Rong Jiu did behind his back in the previous life, a sweet, affectionate smile slowly spread from the corners of his mouth.

As Lord TaXian, he had done many revolting things, and if he wanted, he could be even more revolting than this. This was nothing more than a bit of improvised acting, as easy as child’s play, and it was nothing hard for him.

Mo Ran lay back comfortably against the chair, smiling as he said, “Come sit here.”

“I’m…I’m sitting here, right.”

“You know where I’m telling you to sit.”

Rong Jiu went red, spitting, “You’re rushing so much, sir, why don’t you finishing eating before…Aah!”

Before he could finish, he was pulled up roughly by Mo Ran, shifted forward, and pressed down again. Rong Jiu’s hands shook, making the bowl of congee fall to the floor. As he panted, he said softly, “Young Master Mo, the bowl…”

“Don’t bother.”

“But, but you should eat something first…nhh…aah…”

“I’m eating now, see?” Mo Ran held him by the waist, his dark eyes flashing. Rong Jiu’s lovely face and exposed neck were reflected in his pupils.

In the previous life, he especially liked to kiss those red lips whenever they were entwined. After all, this boy was pretty, liked having it easy, and was good at saying things to attract him. It would be fake if he were to say he’d never felt anything at all.

However, after knowing the things Rong Jiu’s mouth had done behind his back, Mo Ran felt as if this mouth gave off a bad stink, and he no longer wanted to kiss it anymore.

Thirty-two-year-old Mo Ran and fifteen-year-old Mo Ran had many differences.

For example, his fifteen-year-old self knew to be gentle during intimate affairs, but at thirty-two years old, all that was left was violence.

After the deed was done, he looked at Rong Jiu, who’d been screwed till he was barely breathing and unconscious. He narrowed his upturned eyes full of dark undercurrents, somehow looking like he was smiling sweetly. He looked good when he smiled. His eyes were extremely dark in colour, and when seen from certain angles, they seemed to be tinged in a deep, lofty shade of purple. Right now, he smiled as he lifted Rong Jiu by the hair, carrying the unconscious person onto the bed. Picking up a shard of broken porcelain from the floor, he held it over Rong Jiu’s face.

He had always sought revenge for even the smallest of grievances, and it would still be the same now.

When he thought about how he helped give Rong Jiu business in the past life, even wanting to help redeem him, and how Rong Jiu colluded with others to set him up, his eyes curved into crescents. He pressed the sharp porcelain shard against Rong Jiu’s cheek.

This person did business using his body. If his looks were ruined, he’d have nothing left.

This pretty boy would then be living on the streets like a dog, crawling on the ground, kicked by boots, crushed, chastised, deserted, aiyo…just imagining it made him happy. Even the disgust of having screwed this person was dissipating.

Mo Ran’s smile became even lovelier.

Exerting a little force with his hand made a fine line of blood appear.

The unconscious one seemed to feel the pain, crying out softly in a hoarse voice. Teardrops clung to his lashes, making him look quite pitiful.

Suddenly, Mo Ran’s hand stopped.

He remembered someone he used to know.

“…”

Then he realised what he was doing at that moment. After being stupefied for a few seconds, he finally lowered his hand, slowly.

He had really gotten into the habit of doing evil. He even forgot that he was already reborn.

Now, none of the things had happened, his great crimes hadn’t been committed, that person…wasn’t dead yet. Why did he have to walk the same old path so cruelly and violently when he could start afresh.

He sat down, propping one foot against the edge of the bed as he played absently with the porcelain shard in his hand. Upon seeing the greasy flatbread still on the table, he brought it over, tore the wax paper open and began taking large bites, eating till the crumbs got all over his mouth and his lips were glistening with grease.

This flatbread was the specialty of this tile-place. In reality, it wasn’t that good, and compared to all the delicacies he tasted later in life, it was about as delicious as candle wax. However, after the tile-place closed down, Mo Ran never got to eat these spiral flatbreads ever again. Right now, the familiar taste of the flatbread was returning to his tongue from beyond the years past.Every bite Mo Ran swallowed decreased the feeling that rebirth was unreal.

After finishing the entire flatbread, he slowly recovered from his initial stupor at last.

He had really been reborn.

All the evil in his life, all the things that couldn’t be reversed, they hadn’t begun.

He hadn’t killed Uncle and Aunt, hadn’t massacred the seventy-two cities, hadn’t deceived his master and family, hadn’t gotten wedded, hadn’t…

No one had died yet.

He smacked his mouth, licking his ghastly white teeth. He could feel a small wisp of delight spreading quickly in his chest, becoming a raging fervour and agitation. In his previous life, he had been an almighty figure, dabbling in all of the Three Forbidden Techniques of the mortal realm. He was more or less accomplished in the other two Forbidden Techniques, but even though he was highly talented, he couldn’t master the last technique, ‘rebirth’.

But he didn’t expect that what he never got in life had come true after death.

His various unreconciled feelings, pessimisms, loneliness and such still remained within him. The scenes of Life-Death Peak being full of firelight and the armies’ oppressing presence were still fresh in his mind.

At that time, he really didn’t want to keep living. People said he clashed with his family and friends, causing them to leave him behind. In the end, he also felt that he was like a walking corpse, so bored and so alone.

But maybe something went wrong somewhere, because even a condemned sinner like him had gotten a chance to start over again after taking his own life.

Why should he ruin Rong Jiu’s face because of a little personal grudge?

Rong Jiu was a greedy person who loved money. Giving him minor punishment in the form of not paying for this session and stealing some silver ingots would be enough. For now, he didn’t want to be burdened by a human life.

“I’m going easy on you, Rong Jiu.”

said Mo Ran smilingly, moving his fingertips and tossing the porcelain shard out of the window.

Then he took all the valuables Rong Jiu owned and tucked them away in his pockets. Only after this did he slowly pack up and leave the tile-place.

Uncle and Aunt, his younger cousin Xue Meng, Shizun, and…

As he thought of that person, Mo Ran’s gaze instantly became gentle.

Senior Brother, I’ve come to look for you.

Author’s words:

This novel’s CP: Mo Ran X Shizun

There’s a white lotus senior brother appearing, don’t be on the wrong team~~