In ancient China, under the shifting sky of an imaginary dynasty, fate weaves its threads in silence. It is the year 700 A.C. when Liù Feng, crown prince of Jiangsu, escapes an ambush that will change the course of his life forever. Wounded and disoriented, he is saved by Wú Cheng, a young doctor from the remote county of Yunmeng, who harbors more secrets than he reveals. Two distant worlds collide: one of power, duty, and courtly intrigue. The other of silence, healing, and the illusion of freedom. Amid unspoken truths, forbidden bonds, and a looming war, the connection between Liù Feng and Wú Cheng will grow like a deep rooted, ancient tree. "An impossible bond. A love marked by fate. Because not even death can break what destiny has bound."

"Trying to escape little snake" said the dragon king. "Did you really think I would let you go that easily" Tightening his hand on the robe beside heart little snake narrowed his eyes at the dragon. "You..." He spoke through pain. "What have you done to me?" "I...." dragon speaks with a sweet smile on his face. "I gave you a gift" #fangsoffortune #zhuyan #zhiuyuanzhuo #zhouyichen #lilun Story is 18+ Pictures used here are not mine credits to rightful owners

"Zhou Yichen?... The second heir of the Zhou clan?" "Ah, the scary second young master of the Demon hunting Bureau?" "Why does he always put a mask on his face? And to point it out, it's also a ridiculous mask" "Ironically, we serve a family of demon hunters- he's more like the demon instead of the hunter" "Is he wearing a mask because his face is too beautiful? Or maybe he's too ugly" "I heard he's a monster and his face was ugly since child, that's why they had to cover his face" Cross uploaded on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61501039 Main pair: Zhao Yuanzhou/Zhou Yichen

Yichen/Yuanzhi and Ji Ling are triplets of Bingyi and Yinglong. They pester their Longshen-gege when he plans to go on a date with Yuan Wuhuo, the Butterfly Demon. With the promise of excitement and adventure, the triplets eagerly followed their elder brother to the human world, ready to explore the Qixi Festival. Little did Longshen know, the night was bound to be filled with unexpected meetings amidst the glowing lanterns and bustling festivities.

After Li Lun true form burned by Ever Wood Fire, part of his soul stucked into a Black Locust Tree root. Ironically, the Zhuo family found the tree root and planted it in their courtyard. For nearly a century, Li Lun had lived in the courtyard, watching the Zhuo family come and go. He had seen joy and sorrow, but this-this was different. Zhuo Yichen's grief was so raw, so visceral, that it pierced through even Li Lun's hardened heart. "He's just a young boy," Li Lun thought, his voice trembling within his own mind. "Why must humans endure so much pain?"

If someone would tell Li Lun that one day, he will wake up from his slumber and be Zhuo Yichen lookalike baby protector, he definitely strangle them to death with his veins. But no, the said baby which is known as Ji Ling, playing with his doll, talking to it like it was alive. Meanwhile, Li Lun had to guard this baby, protecting him from danger. The mighty Great Demon of Dahuang somehow reduce to a bodyguard now. Standing guard like a wooden puppet holding on a sabre.

Li Lun, the Qianyuan Wang of Huaijiang Valley, and Gong Yuanzhi, a forgotten twin shadowed by sorrow. When destiny binds them through an unbreakable bond, misunderstandings, separation, and betrayal tear them apart. As Li Lun battles to reclaim his mate and their unborn child, Gong Yuanzhi struggles to trust a love tainted by regret. "Li Lun..." Another fresh tear fell from Gong Yuanzhi's cheeks as the waves of pain wrecked his body. "I forgive you... but maybe we are not fated in this life."

In the realm of celestial mountains and ancient oaths, Zhou YiChen begins a journey that defies the natural order of life and death. Zhao YuanZhou, his closest companion and the man who taught him the meaning of love, was taken from him centuries ago. Yet, Zhou YiChen refuses to believe that death is the end. When fragments of Zhao YuanZhou's soul reappear-scattered and faint like flickering embers-Zhou YiChen makes a vow: he will piece them back together, no matter the cost. Armed with unwavering determination, Zhou YiChen ventures across perilous realms, confronts vengeful spirits, and challenges the heavens themselves. Every step brings him closer to Zhao YuanZhou, but also deeper into a web of forbidden secrets, ancient rivalries, and a truth that may shatter his soul. Will Zhou YiChen's love be enough to overcome the forces that stand in his way? Or will the journey leave him as broken as the soul he seeks to restore? This is a story of love, sacrifice, and a bond so unyielding it dares to rewrite the destiny of two souls.

"Ying Long..." Bingyi whispered, his voice cracking. "I can't do it." Before Bingyi could act, Ying Long reached out and pulled the blade into his own chest. The sword pierced his heart with a burst of golden light. His body began to dissolve, shimmering like stardust in the mist. "Ying Long!" Bingyi cried, dropping the sword and rushing to catch the collapsing figure. He cradled Ying Long's fading form in his arms, his tears falling onto the glowing remnants of the dragon spirit.

In the mystical and perilous realm of Dahuang, demon hunter Zhuo Yichen never imagined he'd fall for Li Lun, the enigmatic Tree Demon whose shadows hold both power and secrets. Initially bound by a cruel illusion, their love blossoms amidst battles, betrayal, and half-whispered truths. "It's not the life I imagined," Zhuo admits, clutching the red jade bracelet that binds their hearts. Li Lun's phoenix eyes gleam with a hint of mystery. "But it's the one I'd choose, even if it shatters us." As enemies close in and shadows whisper secrets they dare not speak, their bond becomes their greatest weapon-and their deepest vulnerability.