Chapter 1

Amidst the silent mountains and forests, the snow was pure white, blanketing the ground with a thick layer that creaked underfoot.

A white mist veiled the mountains, interspersed with snowflakes. Amidst the faint mountain paths stood a slender figure, a young man clad in white robes, quietly holding a medicine basket. His countenance was gentle and refined, with deep black brows and eyes that shone brightly, clear as mirrors reflecting the sun and moon.

Xie Fuyi was originally a top actor in a romance novel portrayal department, but he had recently been injured during a mission, losing a portion of his memory. Though his body was unaffected, headquarters had him temporarily transferred to the cannon fodder portrayal department for rest.

As portraying cannon fodder required fewer scenes and less mental effort compared to portraying a protagonist, Xie Fuyi thought it would be a piece of cake after years of playing the lead role.

Xie Fuyi didn’t have the complete novel; he only had an outline related to his character’s plot.

This time, he entered a fantasy fairy pure love novel, which told the tale of the ancient dragon warrior Ye Baixiao and the conflicts of love and hatred with the Yao Immortal Sect, Yuehua. In the war between gods and demons a hundred years ago, the ancient dragon warrior Ye Baixiao sealed the demon lord Chiye and he suffered severe injuries, falling into a deep slumber. It was rumored that a century later, the world-destroying demon would reappear, and only the birth of the Dragon God could save humanity. Yuehua, the master of the Moon Sect, led the sect to search for the traces of the Dragon God.

Xie Fuyi portrayed the early antagonist, a master of the protagonist’s attacking side, but in reality, he was just a lone cultivator practicing alchemy at the foot of the Yao Xianzong mountain. He coincidentally stumbled upon Ye Baixiao, who had been sleeping for a hundred years due to severe injuries. Ye Baixiao had lost all memory, but his body harbored profound spiritual power. Xie Fuyi brought him back, ostensibly to heal his injuries, but in truth, he coveted the endless spiritual power within Ye Baixiao’s body.

For Xie Fuyi, skilled in alchemy, Ye Baixiao at this moment was like an untapped treasure, perfect for refining into a divine pill to enhance his own cultivation.

With Ye Baixiao’s hundred years of slumber and memory loss, he had a naive and innocent nature, unaware of the dangers of the world. Xie Fuyi used the pretext of treating his injuries to study medicine every day, using forbidden methods to refine pills…

Fortunately, before long, Yuehua, the master of the Yao Immortal Sect, who had mistakenly entered the area, discovered the truth. She took the amnesiac Ye Baixiao back to the Yao Immortal Sect to revere him as her master, while Xie Fuyi, having exhausted his cultivation, was thrown into the medicine furnace and burned to death.

Now, as Xie Fuyi looked at the creature resembling a small snake emerging from the snow pit in front of him—its entire body silver-white, coiled up to about the size of a palm, but covered in numerous small wounds, surrounded by a faint purple light, with wounds continuously breaking and repairing—he couldn’t reconcile this scarred “snake” in front of him with the ancient dragon warrior who once dominated the world.

Fortunately, sensing the profound spiritual power within the creature, he was somewhat reassured; this was likely the protagonist, Ye Baixiao, the strongest warrior in this world.

So, all he needed to do was take this little snake back, occasionally draw some blood, cut some flesh, and when the protagonist came knocking, throw him into the furnace, and his mission would be accomplished!

Confirming his plotline, Xie Fuyi couldn’t help but feel delighted. He had never played such an easy role before, and he couldn’t help but smile as he crouched down to cradle the little dragon in his palm.

“Little guy, how did you get such severe injuries? Don’t worry, I’ll take you back for treatment.”

His warm voice echoed in the empty forest, pleasant as the clinking of jade, permeating with warmth to the heart.

The purple light that was about to rise up suddenly dissipated, allowing the man to cradle him in his palm. The tip of the little dragon’s coiled tail couldn’t help but rub against the warm skin of the man’s palm, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.

…

This valley, shrouded in mist year-round, was called the Misty Valley. Its peculiar terrain, located at the foot of the Yao Immortal Sect’s mountain and separated by a river, made it difficult to discover.

Xie Fuyi had been adopted and trained by the Medicine Mound Immortal in the valley since he was young. After the Immortal’s passing, only he and his disciple Mingqing remained in the valley.

Xie Fuyi walked to a flat area in the valley, where three wooden houses were neatly arranged. A person was sweeping the snow in the courtyard, and it was none other than Ming Qing, the disciple Xie Fuyi had picked up.

Seeing him return from afar, Ming Qing quickly stepped forward to take his medicine basket. “Master, you’re back? Are you hurt? The mountain road is rugged. Just tell me what herbs you need, and I’ll go find them.”

Ming Qing had a handsome face, but half of it was covered in dark birthmarks, which had subjected him to bullying since childhood. Xie Fuyi had encountered him being beaten and abandoned on the roadside once when he was leaving the valley. Ming Qing pleaded for help, and Xie Fuyi, thinking the valley needed someone to cook and clean, brought him back.

Since then, Ming Qing has been loyal to him. However, for some reason, Xie Fuyi always felt that Ming Qing wasn’t taking care of himself properly and was developing tendencies toward a maternal figure.

Xie Fuyi allowed Ming Qing to take the medicine basket while smiling, “I’m fine, and some of the herbs you might not recognize, so I’ll go myself. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”

After Xie Fuyi finished speaking, he walked to his room, instructing, “Ming Qing, go boil some hot water first and then bring my medicine box over.”

Only then did Ming Qing notice the silver-white snake with countless wounds emitting a faint purple light in Xie Fuyi’s palm. His expression changed, and he urgently tried to persuade, “Master, why did you bring these monsters back again? Have you forgotten the lesson from last time? And this time, it’s a refined snake demon; it might be even more dangerous. If it harms you instead when it grows up, what will you do?”

The more Mingqing spoke, the more furrowed his brows became, wishing he could snatch the snake from Xie Fuyi’s hand and throw it away.

Feeling a bit embarrassed by Ming Qing’s words, Xie Fuyi couldn’t explain, according to the plot, that it was supposed to be the day he found the protagonist’s attack. Last time, while wandering in the Misty Valley, he finally encountered an injured snake demon. Thinking it was the protagonist’s attack

Xie Fuyi knew that, with the protagonist’s self-healing abilities, even if he didn’t intervene, the other party would be fine. However, being a wicked cannon fodder meant taking all the credit for oneself! The more he trusted him now, the more he would hate him when the truth was revealed.

Xie Fuyi couldn’t help but curve his lips and lament how being a cannon fodder was too easy. He didn’t have to engage in a love-hate relationship with the male lead or endure tortured romance. When the male lead woke up tomorrow, he would start drawing his blood!

As he thought about it, he covered himself with the blanket and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, the silver-white Dragon God slowly opened his eyes, silently gazing at Xie Fuyi’s well-defined profile for a moment, his deep black eyes flashing with indescribable emotions, before closing them again.

…

The next day, Xie Fuyi slowly woke up in his bed, feeling warm all over, so comfortable that he wanted to stretch lazily.

Winter in the Misty Valley was cold, and lacking in spiritual power, he often felt a bit chilly at night. Today, however, it was unexpectedly warm.

Still feeling groggy, Xie Fuyi raised his hand and touched a firm, warm muscle.

He instantly woke up—almost forgetting that there was a dragon sleeping with him!

Xie Fuyi was shocked inwardly but maintained a calm expression as he turned around, confirming that the small dragon from last night had already transformed into a tall man, lying in the same bed as him.

The bandages had long since broken into small pieces, and the man was naked, with only the blanket covering him from the waist down, revealing a broad upper body with well-defined muscles. His handsome face was sharp, with a pair of sharp eyebrows and intense black eyes that were oppressive, yet when he turned, the sharpness disappeared, leaving only a calm depth.

Xie Fuyi’s face showed a hint of surprise. “You’ve transformed so quickly. Are you feeling better now? Is there anything uncomfortable? Why didn’t you wake me up when you woke up?”

Perhaps too excited, Xie Fuyi kept talking while reaching out to hold the man’s wrist and check his pulse.

The man’s instinct was to stop Xie Fuyi’s actions, but seeing the concern in his eyes, he forcibly suppressed his instincts and let Xie Fuyi check, only staring at him with his deep blue eyes without blinking.

“Although your external injuries have healed, your internal injuries have not fully recovered. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” Xie Fuyi tilted his head slightly, showing a hint of concern in his clear black eyes.

He was currently only wearing a white undergarment, slightly disheveled from tossing and turning all night. His black hair was scattered behind him, and his beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with shimmering water, contrasting with the black and white, leaving only his lips red…

The man didn’t speak, his deep gaze focusing on Xie Fuyi’s lips, which were opening and closing.

Elegantly shaped and full in color, they looked soft and supple…

In the next moment, Xie Fuyi’s hand, which had been checking the man’s pulse, paused, and the concerned expression on his face almost couldn’t be maintained—what were the two things pressing against his thighs under the blanket?

Two… two things? How was this possible?