Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

Behind the Taishang Wangqing Sect, at the Siguo Cliff.

The snow was falling heavily, and the wind howled as it crashed against the cliff face.

Chen Xuan, shirtless, gripped the broken, chipped sword and slashed through the snow.

There are no moves, no rules.

It means to chop.

Sword after sword, cleaving the snowflakes into pieces and hurling the snow high into the air.

Sweat streamed down his strong back, freezing into ice crystals before it even hit the ground.

He didn't want to stop.

Whenever I stop, that woman's face pops into my mind.

The fluffy ball that slept curled up in his arms, the fox that perched on his head and bossed him around, and Su Chang'an, who was dressed in red and barefoot, walking around the cave in his memory.

"call--"

Chen Xuan was panting heavily, and the sword in his hand moved faster and faster.

The highest form of detachment is forgetting emotions.

Master said that to cultivate this path, one must first sever the seven emotions and six desires, and attain a mind as still as water.

But his heart was like a pot of boiling water, bubbling and scalding him, making his internal organs ache.

"Chen Xuan, you're a beast."

He gritted his teeth and forced out those words.

That's the person who raised you.

That's your sister who would give her life for you.

That's the woman you've called "Dad" for thirteen years.

How dare you?

How dare you have those kinds of thoughts about her?

Just now in the cave, I watched her pink little nose twitch and her big tail unconsciously hooking onto his finger.

For a moment, he actually wanted to kiss her.

It wasn't the younger brother's affection for his older sister, nor the younger generation's respect for their elders.

It's the kind of thing a man does to a woman.

That kind of dirty thought—wanting to meld her into my very bones, wanting to possess her, wanting her to belong to me alone.

"Snapped!"

Chen Xuan slapped himself in the face.

It was very loud.

Five red finger marks instantly appeared on his face.

"Practice your sword! Practice your sword!"

He roared and swung his broken sword, a sharp sword aura splitting a boulder in two.

not enough.

not enough.

The spiritual energy within his body was running rampant, and the flame called "desire" not only did not go out, but burned even more fiercely.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to silently recite the Heart-Cleansing Mantra.

"The highest form of enlightenment is detachment from emotions, utterly still and unmoved..."

Useless.

Closing your eyes makes it worse.

In the darkness, all that could be seen was Su Chang'an.

The way she laughed, the way she cursed, the way she cooked him awful food, and the way she curled herself into a ball to save him.

Every scene was like a knife, slicing his calming mantra to shreds.

"Chen Xuan, you will never cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness in this lifetime."

He heard himself laughing at himself in his mind.

Just then.

A pair of warm hands suddenly wrapped around his waist from behind.

Those hands were soft, carrying a familiar, cool fragrance.

That was the scent of Su Chang'an.

Chen Xuan froze, and the sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

The feel of the back is so realistic.

Two soft mounds pressed tightly against his back, their warm breath spraying onto the back of his neck, raising goosebumps.

"Little Xuanzi, practicing your sword?"

A woman's voice rang in his ear, languid and slightly hoarse from just waking up.

Exactly the same as Su Chang'an.

Chen Xuan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He knew it was fake.

Su Chang'an is currently a fur ball, unable to even take human form, and is fast asleep in his cave.

This is an inner demon.

The disciples of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect fear this hurdle the most.

Emotional hurdles are hard to overcome, and inner demons are hard to eliminate.

"roll."

Chen Xuan squeezed out a single word from his throat, his voice as cold as ice.

The woman behind him didn't let go; instead, she hugged him even tighter.

Those hands slowly moved up his abdominal muscles, their fingertips circling over the scar on his chest.

"Why are you so fierce?"

The woman chuckled softly and gently licked his earlobe with the tip of her tongue.

"Weren't you really trying to kiss me back in the cave? Why are you trying to send me away now that Sister Zhen is here?"

Chen Xuan suddenly turned around, grabbed the woman by the neck, and pressed her against the cliff behind him.

"I told you to get lost!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and veins bulged on his forehead, making him look like an enraged wild beast.

The woman in front of me was wearing that familiar bright red wedding dress.

Her neckline was slightly open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

That face was alluring to the core.

Her eyes and brows were full of charm, and her fox-like eyes were slightly upturned as she looked at him with a half-smile.

It is Su Chang'an.

It's not like I'm Su Chang'an.

The real Su Chang'an, though sharp-tongued and prone to acting, has a pure heart.

The one in front of me, however, had nothing but naked desire in his eyes.

"Kill me?"

The fake Su Chang'an was being choked, but he didn't panic at all.

She reached out and stroked Chen Xuan's distorted face.

"Will killing me make all those thoughts in your mind disappear?"

"Chen Xuan, you can fool others, but can you fool yourself?"

"Why haven't you replaced your broken sword? Because it was the sword you used the first time she praised your swordsmanship."

"Why is your cloak patched again and again? Because she sewed it for you by hand."

"You're desperately trying to become stronger, desperately trying to return to that dilapidated cave—is it really to repay a debt of gratitude?"

The fake Su Chang'an leaned closer to his face, his breath sweet as orchids.

"Admit it, you want her."

"boom!"

The string of reason in Chen Xuan's mind snapped.

He suddenly increased the pressure on his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Shut up!"

"I don't!"

"That's...that's my older sister!"

The fake Su Chang'an was pinched until his face turned purple, but he laughed even more happily.

"sister?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

She laughed so hard her chest heaved, her breasts brushing against Chen Xuan's arm.

"Chen Xuan, you're so pitiful."

"You treat her like a woman, but what does she treat you like?"

"In her eyes, you're just a baby who hasn't been weaned yet!"

"She cooks for you, sews clothes for you, and even risked her life to save you, because she raised you like a son!"

"How can you have such thoughts about her? How can you face her?"

"You're an ungrateful wretch, an ungrateful beast!"

Every word was like a poisonous thorn, precisely piercing the softest spot in Chen Xuan's heart.

Chen Xuan's hands were trembling.

It wasn't because of fear, it was because of the pain.

It hurts so much.

He had said these words to himself countless times in the dead of night.

He knew he was despicable.

He knew he was unworthy of that pure family affection.

But he couldn't control himself.

Like wild grass, a single spark can set the entire wasteland ablaze.

"What? Did I guess right?"

The fake Su Chang'an looked at his pained expression and a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes.

"Chen Xuan, you'll never get her in this lifetime."

"She is a nine-tailed celestial fox, a high and mighty demon immortal."

"And you, you're just a piece of trash abandoned by your family, your bones dug out."

"So what if you cultivate to become a Great Emperor?"

In her heart, you'll always just be that little brat who follows her around calling her "Daddy!"

"Do you dare tell her?"

"Do you dare tell her that you want to pin her down, listen to her cry, listen to her beg for mercy?"

"You don't dare."

"Because you know, once you tell her, she'll think you're disgusting, she'll stay far away from you, and she'll never let you touch her again!"

Chen Xuan released his hand.

He took two steps back, panting heavily.

The snow is still falling.

It fell on his shoulder, melted into water, and then froze into ice.

The fake Su Chang'an rubbed his neck, which had been pinched red, and straightened his disheveled collar.

She walked step by step toward Chen Xuan.

"Come here, give your sister a hug."

"Your sister doesn't mind."

"Since you don't dare to actually do it, then use me as a substitute."

"Anyway, I am her, and I am the one who grew out of your heart."

She opened her arms wide, a seductive smile on her face.

Chen Xuan lowered his head, looking at the broken sword on the ground.

His disheveled face was reflected on the sword.

He laughed suddenly.

His laughter was cold and bitter.

"you're right."

Chen Xuan raised his head and looked at the inner demon in front of him.

"I want her."

"I'm a beast."

The fake Su Chang'an was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting him to admit it so readily.

"but."

Chen Xuan clenched his fist.

His fingernails dug deep into his flesh, and blood dripped from between his fingers onto the snow.

The deep red color was glaring.

"This is none of your business, you imposter."

"I want her, that's my business."

"She treats me like her own child, that's her business."

"Someday..."

Chen Xuan's aura suddenly changed.

The previously restless spiritual energy strangely calmed down at this moment.

A black demonic aura rose from the soles of his feet and coiled around his body.

That's not the pure energy of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect.

That's an obsession.

It is a sign of demonic possession.

"One day, I will let her know that I am not a brat."

"I am a man."

Chen Xuan suddenly threw a punch.

He didn't use a sword; it was pure physical strength mixed with that black demonic energy.

"Bang!"

The punch landed squarely on the fake Su Chang'an's face.

There was no tenderness or pity for the beautiful.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Even if it was Su Chang'an's face.

"ah--"

The fake Su Chang'an let out a scream and flew backward, crashing heavily into the cliff wall.

Her body began to disintegrate, turning into countless black wisps of smoke.

"Chen Xuan! You've gone mad!"

"You actually became obsessed with such a thought!"

"The Supreme Forgetfulness Sect will not tolerate you! This world will not tolerate you either!"

The voice of the inner demon screamed in the wind and snow, filled with resentment and malice.

Chen Xuan walked over expressionlessly and picked up the broken sword from the ground.

He stared at the dissipating black mist with a cold, indifferent gaze, as if he were looking at a dead dog.

"So what if they can't tolerate it?"

"I cultivate the Tao, but it has never been for the sake of this world."

"I did it for her."

"What does it matter if I become a demon, as long as I can protect her?"

Chen Xuan raised his hand and swung his sword.

The black fog completely dissipated.

The wind and snow continue.

The Cliff of Contemplation returned to its deathly silence.

Chen Xuan stood there, letting the heavy snow cover him.

He looked down at his hands.

That punch felt really good.

But it also shattered the last shred of his self-deception.

He admitted it.

He had those kinds of feelings for Su Chang'an.

That kind of rebellious and despicable thought.

"Oh."

Chen Xuan gave a self-deprecating laugh.

He sheathed the broken sword back into its scabbard on his back and turned to walk down the mountain.

My steps were heavy, but much more determined than when I came.

Since I can't be a good boy/girl.

Then let's be mad dogs.

As long as I can carry her back to my den, I can stay with her and protect her.

Even if she scolds me or hits me.

I accepted it.