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For accidentally poisoning his own master, Luo Fan loses his grandmaster cultivation and is banished from his sect.

He ends up in Xianru, an empire dominated by the largest dark sect in the continent, the Eternal Damnation Sect, led by the notorious bearer of the Ancient Demonic Core, the devil who called himself Ruan Yanjun.

Blind and suffering from an unknown illness, he sets out in the secular world for the first time. All he wants now is to lead an ordinary life as an ordinary man.

But Ruan Yanjun is not about to let that happen. After searching for the banished priest for months, he finally finds Luo Fan in the care of a woman. The once revered grandmaster and Divine Mage is now broken, blind, and dying.

However, he still sees hope. He is willing to do everything to nurture him back to his former self and sit him on a throne, whether he likes it or not.

It’s not out of kindness, of course. He is not called the Devil of the South for no reason.

Descension (BL Xianxia Fantasy Romance)

I noticed Abbot Mo standing at the doorway, the letter he had just read still clutched in his hand. His usually serene face was lined with worry, and I could see the faintest tremble in his fingers. Something was terribly wrong.

"Abbot Mo, you seem distressed," I said gently as I approached him. "Is something the matter?"

He sighed deeply, his gaze locking with mine, a mixture of concern and resignation reflected on his face. "The marquis's men have left Donghai and are heading straight for this city. My lookout estimates they will arrive by noon tomorrow."

The weight of his words struck me immediately. If I didn't leave soon, I would be endangering Abbot Mo and the other monks in this monastery. "Then I must leave," I said firmly, my resolve unshaken.

"Luo Fan," he replied, his voice steady but kind, "you've only been here for a little over a week. Your recovery is far from complete. Your eyes are still weak, your energy is depleted, and your body is not yet stable. Even if you could travel, you would collapse before you reach the next city."

"I know my condition, Abbot Mo," I said, trying to steady my voice. "But I cannot allow your monastery to be implicated because of me. If even one life is lost here because of my troubles, I will never be able to forgive myself."

His expression softened, though the worry did not leave his eyes. "You are a virtuous soul, Luo Fan, but your sense of guilt will lead you into danger. Where will you go if you leave?"

"You mentioned the Storm Surge Sect in Xianru. I will head there and seek their guidance."

"Xianru Empire is Sect Leader Ruan's territory," he reminded me, his tone cautious. "Are you not afraid you might encounter him again?"

The mere mention of Ruan Yanjun's name stirred a familiar mix of anger and sorrow inside me. "Xianru Empire is vast. The chances of us crossing paths are slim, and he has no reason to pursue me anymore. He has already discarded me. I doubt he cares where I am or what happens to me now."

Abbot Mo's frown deepened, but he nodded after a long pause. "Very well. If that is your decision, I will not stop you. But I must warn you, the road to the southern empire is long and treacherous. Your journey will not be easy."

"I understand, Abbot Mo, but I have no other choice. Staying here will only bring trouble to you and your people. I cannot allow that."

His sigh was heavy with unspoken words. "If you insist on going, then so be it. But I will do what I can to stall the marquis' men and buy you time. I will also prepare medicines to help you along your journey. You will need them."

I lowered my head in gratitude. "Thank you, Abbot Mo. Your kindness will not be forgotten."

He turned away, his robes swishing softly as he walked toward the preparation room. I watched him go, my heart heavy with both gratitude and sadness. Just when I had found a safe haven and someone I could trust, I was being forced to leave once more.

While waiting for Abbot Mo, I wandered through the monastery one final time before my departure, eventually finding myself back in the chamber where I had awakened after plunging from the cliff.

I took in the small meditation room that had been my refuge. The light from the skylight above painted the room in hues of peace and serenity, but it only served to remind me of the restlessness that awaited me outside these walls. The road was harsh, and the world beyond this monastery offered no comfort, only dangers I could not yet fully face.

The weight of the journey ahead pressed on my chest, but there was also a glimmer of hope. Perhaps the Storm Surge Sect truly held the answers I sought. Perhaps there, I could finally find a way to reconcile the war within me.

But a nagging thought lingered at the back of my mind. Would the sect still exist after all these years, or was I chasing an illusion?

Either way, there was no turning back now.

A New Path (Part 1)