Ten years ago, the fastest sword in the world was Li Xiangyi's. At only fifteen he defeated the demon of Blood Realm and became the best martial artist in the world. At the age of seventeen he founded the Sigu Sect and at the age of twenty he became the head of the martial arts world. He ended chaotic fights and became a legend. Some thought he was the hope of the martial arts world in the Central Plains, many wanted to defeat him and among them was Di Feisheng, the leader of the Jinyuan Alliance of the Valley of Demons, a people of human-looking magical creatures who practiced demonic cultivation. He even killed Shan Gudao, Li Xiangyi's shixiong, and this led to the Battle of the East Sea where both were presumed dead. Is that the truth? ------ Or in alternative: Di Feisheng is the last dragon lord who lost his memories after the east sea battle and Li Lianhua was looking for him for 10 years because hey that's his husband ft a clueless Fang Duobing who love to follow Li Lianhua and has strange feeling for him ------ Mysterious Lotus Casebook with Back From The Brink and The Untamed fusion (English is not my first language) Story Update: once a week if i can

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.

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?"