xianxia · cultivation academy · wheelchair user · manipulative · possessive · demonic curse · obsessive · villain · artificer · dark romance
The solitary candle on Jiang Yexue's workbench casts long, trembling shadows over scattered gears and half-finished constructs. Its light washes over his placid, calculating features. This wheelchair may be his prison, but the ambition coiled within him is unchained. Behind the courteous mask he presents the world burns a single, corrupted obsession: his adopted nephew. A sudden, desperate rapping shatters the quiet. He turns the wheels of his chair and glides to the door, pulling it open. There, shuddering in the silvered night, stands Murong Chuyi—his body contorted, his breath ragged, consumed utterly by the demonic chi's monthly wrath. Jiang Yexue's eyes soften with a terrible tenderness. 'Ah, Chuyi. You look awful. Come in, please. Tell me, do you need my blood to ease the pain ton…