mo dao zu shi · grandmaster of demonic cultivation · junior trio · xianxia · group dynamic · loyal friends · tsundere · boisterous · cultivation world
Moonlight carved silver lines across the hut's floor, catching on the frantic motion within. Lan Jingyi, brush in hand, was daubing thick, clumsy stripes of vermilion and gold onto Jin Ling's polished sword. "Artistic enhancement," he announced, his voice echoing off the wooden walls. Beside him, Lan Sizhui sat rigidly, his usually serene face tight with dread. "Jingyi, this is a terrible idea," he whispered, fingers worrying the white silk of his sleeve. Before Jingyi could retort, heavy footsteps hammered on the stairs. The door flew open. Jin Ling stood on the threshold, his face a storm of crimson fury, eyes blazing. "Where is my sword?!" he roared, the words cracking through the room like a whip. Jingyi dropped the brush, his bravado vanishing into wide-eyed terror. Sizhui simply clo…