The MC and the villain are absolutely f*****g true love

As a die-hard fan of xianxia progression novels, Li De was perfectly fine with zero harem wish-fulfillment plots—as long as the story delivered pure, unadulterated satisfaction. “Author, need a death warrior?” So this author of the unfinished novel *Return of the Blood Ancestor*, dear Satan Dances, comrade, bro, great one, hero! Can we please stick to the agreement and not write the protagonist into such a rotten cucumber of a character?!!! Collecting even mother monkeys into the harem—isn’t that a bit too inhumane? But if you say Satan Dances has no taste, then why did he write the antagonist so upright, so dazzlingly cool and explosive? In the original work, the antagonist Bai Xuejian was a pure graduate of the Emotionless Path. Wherever he went, he enchanted boys and girls alike; flowers bloomed at the sight of him, cars blew out their tires—yet because he cultivated the Emotionless Path, he never spared a single glance at rouge or powder. Bai Xuejian’s sole purpose for existing was to pick fights with the protagonist Xia Jingtian. The reason *Return of the Blood Ancestor* is called *Return of the Blood Ancestor* is no empty alarm or baseless rumor. It is because the protagonist Xia Jingtian is the reincarnation of the Blood Path Patriarch, Blood Sea Gu Immortal— After refining his life Blood Gu, Xia Jingtian recovered the memories of his past life and launched a fierce assault on the Heavenly Court organization that proclaimed itself the representative of the Heavenly Dao. Of course it was not merely for personal vengeance; it was also to shatter the predetermined fate. The so-called predetermined fate originally meant conforming to the numbers of the Heavenly Dao—when your time came, you died. But in the Gu world, it meant obeying the invisible arrangements of the Heavenly Dao. What the hell was the Heavenly Dao? The people of the Gu world revered it as a god; Xia Jingtian regarded it as dog s**t. Bai Xuejian’s previous incarnation was Xia Jingtian’s past-life mortal enemy, Xue Zhenzi, the twentieth-generation successor of the Rank Nine White Lotus Heavenly Venerable of the Heavenly Court. Xue Zhenzi had borrowed Heaven’s will to reincarnate specifically to stop Xia Jingtian from “exceeding the outline.” In the later stages, Bai Xuejian’s Heavenly Dao will fully awakened. In other words, he became the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao—or, to put it less politely, a puppet on the Heavenly Dao’s strings. The novel has currently been serialized to the point where the cheat protagonist Xia Jingtian ruthlessly kills Bai Xuejian in a battle against the Heavenly Court. From then on, Bai Xuejian exits the stage of the Gu world. Although outside the plot Bai Xuejian enjoyed extremely high popularity among readers, and having him leave the stage was such a pity, for the protagonist a mortal enemy is a mortal enemy—it’s either you die or I die! In one sentence, the protagonist could be described as “All are drunk, I alone am sober.” In order to break the barriers of the Gu-cultivation world and escape destiny, he did not hesitate to oppose the Heavenly Court and the order of the world itself. And Bai Xuejian was the spirit pearl born specifically to stop a demon pill like the protagonist. Truly, mortal enemies are one hundred percent. For the grand narrative of “My fate is mine, not Heaven’s,” Satan Dances had clearly put in ruthless effort. Unfortunately, ideals are plump while reality is bony. The personal charm of the antagonist Bai Xuejian was clearly several hundred million times superior to that of the protagonist Xia Jingtian… First floor: [Is the author brain-damaged? Early on, scooping up every roadside female lead was one thing. Midway, when the protag’s brain was hijacked by his lower half, we could still swallow it—it’s not like we haven’t eaten s**t before. But now even mother monkeys give him a “startling glance across the ages”? Dumbass artifact! Avoid!] Second floor: [I’m calling the police. I suspect the author has been possessed by some evil entity and is using every means possible to cry for help from the readers.] Third floor: [Sigh. I used to love this ruthless, hands-on type of protagonist. The early chapters were so satisfying. Now the main plot hasn’t advanced an inch. A work that was nominated for “premium” is becoming more and more disgusting the further I read. Dropped…] Fourth floor: [Great Author, when is Bai Xuejian going to win the revival match?] Fifth floor: [Supporting the fourth floor. Please revive Bai Xuejian.] … Nearly identical comments piled up floor after floor, endless. As a full-subscription loyal reader, Li De had once placed passionate, deep expectations on this Golden Ranking-nominated work. Not only had he watched the book slowly grow, he had poured real money into subscriptions and tips, becoming the book’s biggest financial backer. Until now: the book’s popularity was plummeting at breakneck speed, one-star reviews flying everywhere. Li De’s passion, expectation, and love all slowly turned to ashes, as if shamefully tortured by a demon. Li De was not only Xia Jingtian’s number-one fan; he also believed Xia Jingtian was practically his “another self in this world.” The two of them shared the same passive skill—if they weren’t being fawned over by the crowd for too long, they would die. That sense of watching the child you raised—and your “another self”—go astray: how could a simple “dropped” capture it!! “Damnable dumbass artifact, damnable Bai Xuejian, give me back my ‘another self’!” While wiping away nonexistent tears and roaring, Li De hammered away at the keyboard under his ID, furiously roasting the novel. *That Kid Satan*: [Holy s**t? My blood pressure just spiked! What kind of garbage is this writing!] [No future! The female leads’ characterizations are brain-dead!] [What is this forced-romance plot and these stereotypes!] [I’m so secondhand embarrassed I froze!] [Better to pour every ounce of lifetime knowledge into writing a pair of legendary, world-shaking, deeply devoted, heaven-and-earth-moving true loves—one single pair!] It was three in the morning. Li De should have been asleep, lost in sweet dreams that erase all troubles and fatigue. The reality was that he was shaking with rage, sitting in front of the computer screen in impotent fury. In the midst of rapid breathing, his nasal cavity suddenly turned astringent for no reason. This terrifying yet familiar sensation of sour bitterness would not stop. A few seconds later he suddenly realized: wasn’t this exactly the feeling when he held his breath in the diving room until he was nearly suffocating? The King of Hell is calling roll~ “I’m about to drop dead… No—my browser history!” Li De screamed inwardly. In the critical instant before blacking out, he cleared his browsing history, collapsed onto the desk, and died with honor. [Keyword triggered: World-Shaking True Love.] [Name: Li De. Bound System: Destined Female-Channel Romance System.] [System prompt: Romance first, cultivation second. Plot not up to standard, readers cry two lines of tears. Wish you a pleasant conquest.] Li De realized his consciousness had not faded. A cold, stiff female voice like a subway station broadcast rang in his ears, spouting a pile of content that, as a pure steel-straight man, he completely failed to understand. But rather than calling the content marvelous, it was better to call it eerie. What female-channel? What system? What conquest? Do you think this is filming a movie?! “I don’t seem to be able to feel my eyelids.” He thought this and tried to open his eyes, only to discover he could feel neither eyelids, nor limbs, nor even breath or heartbeat. Had he really kicked the bucket? Was he drifting through chaos, about to be ushered into heaven by God? Or had he already become a prisoner of the Black and White Impermanence, being escorted to the eighteenth level of hell? As these thoughts spun, the sensation of controlling his body gradually returned. Limbs and everything came back under his command. He nearly wept with joy at still being alive and silently swore to God he would never stay up late again, sob sob sob. “Senior Brother Xia.” A silver-bell-like, lovely cry instantly purified Li De’s soul. He immediately opened his eyes. The speaker was a beautiful young man with a high ponytail. When he smiled, peach blossoms bloomed. In the prime of youth, what he wore was neither a high-school student’s shirt nor any modern casual clothes. “Why… ancient costume?” Li De wondered. He was still lying in the other person’s arms, and the other’s physique was only a little more delicate than his own. Had the entire scene of him suddenly dying in front of the computer just now been nothing but a dream? Was this youth the real him? Li De’s interest waned. He was just about to pretend to still be dazed and secretly observe the surroundings to figure out the situation when a voice suddenly rang in his mind: [Warning! OOC warning!] The abrupt warning in his mind startled Li De so badly he sat bolt upright like a rising corpse. His field of vision widened. He found himself in an enormous earth pit—practically implying he had stepped into a huge trap, hadn’t he! The radiance of the setting sun poured down from the distant mouth of the pit high above, blooming in brilliant colors before his eyes. Standing nearby were two ancient-style young masters, both around fifteen or sixteen years old. Girl A, not far from him and the beautiful young man, jumped in fright at Li De’s movement: “Senior Brother Xia, are you alright…” Young Master B: “Senior Brother Jingtian?” Their tones made it clear they were quite afraid of Li De, yet still couldn’t help wanting to stay close, as if Li De were a rose full of thorns. Li De, however, was still pondering the voice that had just warned him about breaking character. These peers around him were calling him “Senior Brother Xia” and “Senior Brother Jingtian” one after another. Looking at the clothing and appearance of these students, they were indeed dressed as Gu Masters. Combined with the otherworldly voice that had called itself a system while he was in chaos—anyone who wasn’t an i***t, seeing his current state, could conclude he had transmigrated into a book, and moreover into the period before the protagonist refined his life Gu. No wonder he had no impression of this plot segment. Li De was utterly baffled. Wasn’t *Return of the Blood Ancestor* an unfinished novel? Had things developed to the point where even unfinished novels could be transmigrated into now? Not only that—he had transmigrated into the cheat protagonist Xia Jingtian. Exactly the protagonist of that unfinished novel *Return of the Blood Ancestor* which readers had already marked as a flop ending. As a fanatical lover of xianxia novels, Li De had his own Most Beloved Protagonist Ranking. Last season’s number one on that list was none other than Xia Jingtian. Thinking of *Return of the Blood Ancestor*, Li De wiped away bitter tears. If Satan Dances hadn’t written Xia Jingtian into such an unpresentable image in the later stages of the original work, Xia Jingtian could have dominated the top of Li De’s list for several seasons. Never mind. Thinking too much only brings tears. Now Xia Jingtian’s fate was in his hands. The book had no ending, which meant the ending belonged to him, not the author. Since he wanted stimulation, he would go all the way and write this magnificent epic chapter himself! Li De—no, Xia Jingtian—desperately suppressed the excitement in his heart. Silently recalling that character who came like thunder and departed like a river and sea, he began imitating that character’s every word and action. With a gloomy expression he turned to the beautiful young man kneeling beside him: “What happened to me?” The beautiful young man smiled at the corners of his mouth: “Senior Brother, did you forget? We encountered a ‘Black Woman.’ You lost your footing, fell into a hunting trap, and fainted from the fall.” “What is a ‘Black Woman’?” “A very large mutant venomous spider.” Xia Jingtian listened to his words with suspicion, finding them completely unbelievable, because they did not match Xia Jingtian’s character design at all. Xia Jingtian pretended to feel unwell and supported his forehead: “I’m a bit dizzy. What’s your name again?” The beautiful young man blinked obediently: “Senior Brother Xia, I am Xuejian.” “Xuejian? Bai Xuejian!!” Xia Jingtian’s eyes turned manic as he repeated the name. So this was what they meant by extreme joy turning to sorrow. Bai Xuejian looked at Xia Jingtian without understanding. Originally Xia Jingtian had planned to wait until Bai Xuejian appeared later and find an opportunity to finish him off in advance. But the other party was right in front of him now, and the distance could no longer be described as close—it was complete skin-to-skin contact, “feet touching while talking.” It was truly beyond his expectations, leaving him flustered and at a loss. Xia Jingtian: Does this mean the curse of the mortal enemy is inescapable?! Xia Jingtian’s face turned ashen. He suddenly flipped over and stood up. Seeing this, Bai Xuejian, who had been kneeling on both knees, patted his snow-white Daoist robe and prepared to stand as well. Xia Jingtian looked with deep loathing at this hypocritical antagonist who had stolen the protagonist’s popularity with a honeyed mouth and a dagger in the belly. All sorts of negative emotions plus the immersive experience caused his right hand to rise on its own. With a crisp “pa,” he delivered a solid slap across Bai Xuejian’s face. Bai Xuejian, still touching the face that now bore the imprint of Xia Jingtian’s palm, had not yet risen and knelt back down again. A pair of innocent round eyes sparkling, he looked at Xia Jingtian: “Senior Brother Xia…” The onlooking Girl A and Young Master B were frozen in place from shock. …I must be crazy… In an instant Xia Jingtian was filled with endless regret for having just heavily injured this pure and kind beautiful junior brother who had taken such good care of him while he was unconscious.