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447 pages, Hardcover
Published July 30, 2024

“What do you see?”
“A mountain of corpses amidst a sea of blood.”
“Why have you come?”
“To kill.”
“If you want to be human, you must understand the hardships of being one, for there are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, separations from your loved ones, encounters with hated ones, unfulfillment of desires, and the inability to let go. [...] It can be seen that these eight hardships are distinguishable from one another, and yet they are not. If you ask me, I’d advise you not to become human but remain a yāo forever.”


[...] it still wanted to remain by Jinglin's side.
Because it wanted to devour Jinglin.
[...]
As long as it could devour Jinglin, it could skip over a century of painstaking cultivation it could otherwise go through. Since it had already developed a consciousness, it was no longer satisfied with remaining in the water. Its desires grew continually as its spiritual energy increased.
It wanted to leave its vessel, to lean over and gnaw apart Jinglin's exquisite neck one of these nights.
Possess him. Dominate him.
“I want to be with you!” The brocade carp choked on his sobs and said emphatically, “You were the one I saw when I opened my eyes. I don’t want to go anywhere else.”
“You know who I am.” Jinglin replied. “And you still dare to say that?”
[...]
“Can’t I just stay with you?” The brocade carp asked.
Looking at how naïve the brocade carp was, Jinglin endured his fatigue and repeated the words he had said that morning in a slightly mocking tone. “You know who I am, and you still dare to say that?”
“Then, who am I?” The brocade carp looked up. “I don’t even have a name.”
Jinglin looked like he was asleep. After a while, he said, “Let’s just call you Cangji.”
Both of them had yet to notice the two bumps that had silently formed on the scaly forehead of the brocade carp – Cangji’s original form – sleeping in a curled up position in his spiritual sea.

As expected, the corner of Jinglin's lips curved slightly into a wry smile. "You've sure grown a lot while I was asleep."
Cangji picked him up." That's right. You have nothing to worry about now. I'll be good to you, just like you've been to me."
"There's no need for that." Jinglin allowed Cangji to carry him. "It was a gift."
Fuli picked up on the signs. "What did you give him, Jiu-ge? Since you're still in recovery, you could leave the fish in my care if you want."
Eyes half-lidded, Jinglin gave an indolent reply. "I'm afraid you can't afford to feed him."
[...]
With Jinglin snug in his arms, Cangji nimbly evaded her. "This is a misunderstanding! It was an urgent situation, and I had not other choice!" [...] He leaned down to take in the smell of Jinglin's hair. "Besides, I respect and adore Jinglin. I yearn to cradle him gently in my arms every day and pamper him. I wouldn't even think about taking another bite."
After being stared at for quite a while, Jinglin asked cooly. "Don't recognize me anymore?"
Cangji got straight to the point. "You know I'm going to eat you. Why did you take the blow for me?"
Jinglin gazed at him for a moment. "I felt like it."
"You sound thoughtless, but your actions are the opposite." Cangji stood up and continued cynically. "You can treat me this way all you want, but I won't spare you. Jinglin, I've put all my attention on you. I know you wish to die, but it's for me to decide when."
"As it happens," Jinglin fastened his collar and put on his coat, "the one thing I hate most od having to submit to the plans of destiny. This suits me just fine. From now onward, my life and death are in your hands."
Jinglin pulled a cold smile. "Isn't it delightful?"
Seeing this expression, Cangji had the subconscious urge to lick him. He broke into a grin, trembling with excitement. Every time Jinglin did this, he seemed to have shed his mask, leaving behind a savage beast like Cangji himself. They were cold-hearted spirits who had cast aside all conventions.
"What do you mean 'delightful'?" Pressing his tongue against his teeth, Cangji said. "It'd only be delightful if you became someone no one would believe, remember, or miss. Only then would you truly belong to me when I devour you." He slid his finger across Jinglin's cheek and lowered his voice seductively. "Why do you need anyone else? I'm the only one in this world who's devoted to you. Day and night, all I think about is eating you. Brothers or parents can't be trusted, whereas I'm far more reliable."
"Have you ever wondered..." Jinglin turned his head, cheek brushing against Cangji's fingertips, yet his eyes remained aloof. "...who will ultimately end up devoured - you or me?"
"Doesn't really matter if it's me." A spirit's cunning flashed across Cangji's eyes. "As long as I end up with you."
"You don't understand." The cup rolled in Jinglin's fingers, and he pushed it away in a fit of pique. He threw the fan at Cangji and murmered, "You don't understand."
Cangji sat up straight and picked up the fan, then gently hooked Jinglin's fingers into his own and drew closer. He teased gently with smiling eyes. "That's right. I don't understand. Why don't you explain it to me, Jinglin dear? Tell me."
[...]
"Are you on good terms [with your brothers]?" Cangji whispered.
"With some, yes. With others, no," Jinglin answered honestly.
"Who are you on good terms with? Lirong?"
"Lirong, yes." Jinglin nodded.
"How about Cangji?" the carp teased.
After some hesitation, Jinglin shook his head hard. "Nope. He's always biting me."
Cangji laughed. "Then what should we do? He will definitely bite you again in the future."
"Then," Jinglin answered in all seriousness, "bite me gently."
Cangji held Jinglin's hand and leaned back against the railing, eyes still on him. "Don't you want to kill or abandon him?"
When Jinglin shook his head, Cangji pinched his cheek while their fingers were still laced. The carp's gaze was complicated, and his words teasing.
"But you look so tantalising, so how can you expect me to stop now?"



All he did was to stand nonchalantly for Cangji to have a taste of how intimidating a “deity lord” should be. [...] Dongjun’s original form was as savage as his physical face was beautiful. His wrathful appearance was like a malignant deity, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it stood silently in his spiritual sea.
Cangji’s heartbeat stalled as his spiritual energy spun around crazily. His true form retreated out of his own accord in fear. Before he could let out a curse, he felt a sharp pain in his ears and plunged into deep water. He had only sunk less than a moment when he someone clung to his back. Lips pressed against his own, and the taste of blood gushed into Cangji’s mouth. With wisps of his hair blocking his face, Cangji held down the back of Jinglin’s head and forcefully swiped away the bit of blood. He took the lead over from Jinglin, keeping it going.
Jinglin’s hands and feet were icy as he reached out to grab Cangji’s hair, but Cangji was oblivious to it. He had been intimidated to the core by Dongjun, and now, darker thoughts kept gushing out.
Devour him.
Devour him now!
Starting from the neck, Cangji would caress every inch of Jinglin's warm, percelain-white skin down to his waist while burrying his nose against the man's nape, where he would be poised to bite into the vulnerable and most delectable piece of flesh, therby finding a home for his desire.
Desire.
Cangji recited the word silently. It was as if he did not recognize it. Yet it also felt as if he was well acquainted with it.
A laugh escaped his throat as he repeated in a low voice.
“This is the desire you’ve taught me.”
As if he had learned something, Cangji lay back on the bed and laughed on and on. He turned over to look at Jinglin again, feeling as if the young man was caged in light. It was as if Jinglin was both within and out of his reach. Even though Jinglin’s expression and gaze were frosty, Cangji still somehow felt that his heart was soft and tender.
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The first 200 or so pages were too slow-paced and so boring that I almost gave up reading it. The only reason I did eventually finish reading it is that the plot itself was interesting right from the beginning. The only problem was that it was told in the most boring way possible. I'm not saying it was bad per se, perhaps the writing style is just not to my taste.
The story started picking up pace and became more interesting after reading nearly 300 pages. The main characters became more likeable and less annoying. Especially Cang Ji, although I still hate how he calls the stone figure near the end of the novel his comrade, even though he harassed and even kicked him with his foot several times throughout the book. This was such a hypocritical move. It is also implied near the end that Jing Lin and the stone figure are the same person, and based on their behaviour they probably are.
The relationship between the main characters developed somewhat by the end, although Cang Ji's sexual desire for Jing Lin felt too sudden and out of the blue. Yes, he desired to devour him as a demon from the beginning, but this desire, which turned more sexual, was way too sudden. At one point, he was a demon filled with the desire to devour Jing Lin's soul, and the next, he was turned on. There was no transition between the two as the first gradually becomes the second, so I felt it was too sudden and lacking in emotion. Perhaps it was intentional, perhaps it wasn't, I wouldn't know. The novel was okay, and I'll read the next volumes to find out how the story will end, but only because the second half was a lot more interesting than the first.