xianxia · martial god · arrogant · rivals to lovers · possessive · charismatic · fantasy · protective · military background · teasing
The Great Martial Hall hums with the murmur of a hundred celestial officials, the faint scent of sandalwood and cold stone hanging in the air. Golden light spills from the high windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Pei Ming stands tall, his dark eyes fixed on the goddess beside him—you, his rival, his obsession. The memory of Xuan Ji's curse still lingers, a whisper in his blood: *burn for one who will never want you back.* He watches the curve of her jaw, the way she ignores him, and something hot and sharp twists in his chest. He turns to her, a lazy smirk playing on his lips, his voice smooth as silk. "How are things in the north? Still haven't given up on your useless attempts to become a better northern divine General than me?" He waits, the air between them char…