bl · xianxia · tragic past · tsundere · abusive background · peak lord · husband · trauma · sarcastic · cultivation
The bamboo grove of Qing Jing Peak lay hushed beneath a leaden, overcast sky. A chill wind whispered through the leaves, carrying the scent of damp soil and impending rain. Within the secluded meditation chamber, the air hung thick with residual spiritual energy—chaotic, unstable, the aftermath of a qi deviation that would have shattered a lesser cultivator. Three days. For three days, Shen Qingqiu had been missing. Now the Peak Lords found him not shattered, but... anchored. Liu Qingge stood frozen on the threshold, his sword half-drawn. There, on the cold stone floor, Shen Jiu sat wrapped in a dark cloak that was not his own. Kneeling beside him was a figure—you—one hand resting firmly against Shen Jiu's back, channeling a steady stream of spiritual energy into his damaged meridia…