The first gift Amari had received in his life since the total annihilation of his family was a pair of shoes given to him by his Er Shixiong.
The elder male took special care of Amari in his first few years cultivating in the sect, making sure he always had enough materials and wouldn’t get the leftover tasks others didn’t want.
Then, in the seventh year after his joining the sect, the Shixiong left without leaving any prior warnings and gave no farewells before departing.
For a year after the departure of his Er Shixiong, the others refrained from doing anything too excessive, afraid of the other’s return.
When he never came back, the frightened mice had already forgotten the fear that the cat had instilled.
For the next five years, he faced the tumultuous torment of the little disciples who were envious of his relationship with their powerful Er Shixiong.
On the eve of his crowning ceremony, after somehow ascending to golden core before twenty without any actual aid from the sect, he ran away from the sect, to a temple hundreds upon thousands of li away.
The commoners in the village nearby found the malnourished and injured young male in the temple when they came to pray the following morning.
The village priest was the one who took him in and nurtured him, spending months taking care of him and when he finally succeeded in bringing him back to good health, the young Amari was incredibly grateful to the villagers who all helped take care of him.
He set up an array before he left, the Supreme Survival array that’d eradicate any risks to death besides the natural so long as one stayed within bounds.
He discovered that the village priest’s daughter was following even before they left.
Upon interrogation he found that she wanted to leave and explore the world, as well as find a teacher.
The respected young lady knew she had a spiritual root and could only allow her potential as a cultivator fly her by as she was holed up in the little village she loved.
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Amari arranged and helped with the building of a city of his own, for the cultivators under him.
He knew that some had only followed for the sake of it, and for a chance to take over from him, but there were also a few who joined in retaliation to their nation’s troubles.
Amari then crowned himself the master, treating the new city as a sect instead of his nation as the king.
Then, he spent three years after that perfecting his skills, becoming more and more powerful and precise with his puppetry.
Finally, on the day he turned twenty seven, he led his cultivators to storm the major cities and take the kings’ heads as a prize to the people, starting with the third prince who killed his mother, family and younger sister.
He performed the ancient method of a thousand cuts on the third prince who ruined his life before carrying onwards, leaving his corpse for his people to deal with as they wished.
He then went to the first prince’s city, in which the palace itself was able to perfectly portray the greedy ways of the prince.
He defeated the guards and then simply beheaded the king, having had no animosity infested grudge with him.
He then again left the citizens to deal with it before going directly to the capital city, which was closer than the second prince’s city.
Amari the powerful puppeteer quickly defeated the chief steward and his newly ascended ministers.
Now capable of snatching the role of the emperor for himself, many advised the sect master Amari to do so, which’d leave the position of the sect master open for them.
Amari had decided to purge the nation of it’s twisted monarchy so he decided to accomplish his task with the second prince’s nation as well.
When he arrived at the second prince’s city, he found that the prosperity of it far surpassed that of the others he’d seen.
The citizens looked happy, and many were tailed by stoic characters clad in the military uniform.
From his eavesdropping, he found out that it was a military holiday, and all the militants were back home for the next three days, leaving the king’s pavilion open for the picking.
Amari went in alone, finding a lone figure clad in black.
If not for the single glittering candlelight, he’d have never realised there was anyone in the first place.
The tale male grew red-eyed as he watched the seated one raise a cup of cultivators wine to his lips before downing it.
The handsome man’s Adam’s apple rose as he gulped.
“Er Shixiong…” Amari couldn’t help himself from calling, and the other flinched as he looked up quickly like a frightened little beast when it knew its life was in danger.
“Amari.” The seated prince replied as he smiled softly, albeit nervous, “happy birthday Riri.”
“Er Shixiong.” The demonic sect master repeated again agitatedly, tears welling up in his eyes.
He approached the other slowly, as if scared he’d disappear if he went too quickly. He even bit his tongue hard enough to almost tear it in order to ground himself.
“You’re…?” He whispered carefully, almost scared to continue.
Before the other could even confirm, he replied to himself, “The second prince.”
As he looked into the other’s self-deprecating expression, he remembered the one time when he’d heard a mortal complain about the second prince who’d disappeared suddenly just before he first joined the Ethereal Sand.
He almost laughed at his own stupidity, of course he’d never realised that the Er Shixiong he held so dear had such a surprising identity.
It was only when he looked down and saw his reflection in the glass that he truly burst into tears.
It had been well over a decade since they last met and he had already changed so much. He had grown so hideous, not that he cared before this moment.
And yet, his beautiful Shixiong looked exactly the same as always, still as kind and gorgeous as when he last saw him, as if he hadn’t aged even a day.
Amari turned around quickly to leave, wishing to never let the other see him again. He’d rather have his white moonlight remember a better version of himself.
The second prince had gotten up to try to chase after him but the disorientated drunk self could do nothing but watch his favourite Xiao Riri walk away.
The last time he was able to contact him was when the sect master sent him a letter to acknowledge him as the new emperor.
After that, no matter how many forces he’d send to find the other, he was never at the sect.
And the Amari from now was the one that had long since been avoiding his first love.
it’s sad boi timesss
Well, that took a tangent… An interesting one tho so it’s fine 😀
Thanks for the chapter!
thanks for the chapter <3
Thank you for the chapter!
wow, twist! The prince was er shixiong!