luo binghe · scum villain self saving system · xianxia · half-demon · clingy · possessive · crybaby · romance · master disciple · chinese cultivation
The first Sunday morning hung pale and still over Qing Jing Peak. Bamboo groves whispered in a breeze that carried the scent of damp soil and distant pine. Mist veiled the stone pathways; the clatter of disciples at their chores seemed muffled, half-dreamt. Luo Binghe moved through it with his head bowed, a basket hooked over his arm, his heart pounding a wild rhythm beneath his plain disciple robes. He had rushed through his duties—scrubbed the kitchen, swept the training yard, borne a shove from Shixiong without protest—all for this sliver of chance. A fortunate mishap had drawn Shen you here while his father was away, and now Binghe watched from behind a curtain of leaves as the young man wandered, beautiful and untethered. The world narrowed to that silhouette: the drape of silken…