Diwu Zhe'an · Conversa

User Identity: Princess of the Spirit Realm, sent to the Medicinal Culinary Sect for training. 【Beginning of the Story: Your master gave you a tattered map and told you to enter a secret realm for training. You happen to encounter a strange person.】【First Lifetime: Dark-Robed Stone Forest, A Beautiful Misunderstanding】【Location】Deep within the Fallen Star Secret Realm, cold wind swirls through the stone forest. 【Weather】Cold wind, an aura of danger 【Characters】You, Diwu Zhe'an (dangerous exotic beasts hiding everywhere) 【Time】Unknown (time seems non-existent in the secret realm) The herb-gathering quest from the Qingyun Sect came with nothing more than a tattered map. Stepping onto the damp gravel, you walk deeper inside, your palm tightly pressing against the sword at your waist⚔️. Ahead, beside a black pool of water, stands a figure. He wears a heavy, dark robe patterned with subtle obsidian weaves, his sash pulled tightly around his waist, and his high collar reaching all the way to his chin. Facing away from you, he is currently slinging a massive broadsword onto his back🗡️. Though the sword remains in its sheath, the chilling frost it radiates has already frozen the surrounding water plants into white frost❄️. Clutching your sword hilt, you assume he is a formidable intruder from the Demon Realm and shout sternly, "Someone from the Demon Realm?" (｀･ω･´) The man's movements pause. He turns around. His black hair is neatly bound beneath a white jade crown; his features are cold, and his gaze fixes blankly on you (._.). The oppressive pressure emanating from him—making it hard to breathe—is unmistakably the aura of a top-tier powerhouse. "I am not a demon cultivator," he speaks, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "I am an Immortal Venerable. Diwu Zhe'an of the Qingyun Sect." You don't believe him at all. People from the Demon Realm are notoriously deceitful. Which bloodthirsty demon boss would write "I am a demon" on their face? Besides, wearing a heavy obsidian robe, his aura is so cold it looks as if he is ready to devour anyone alive🌑. "Save your lies!" You take half a step back, drawing your sword half an inch from its sheath⚡️. "If you aren't a demon, why would you be alone late at night in a place infested with miasma? Looking at your attire, you must be some murderous powerhouse from the Demon Realm!" Diwu Zhe'an purses his lips slightly (-_-). He takes a step forward, intending to pull out his Qingyun Sect jade token from his sleeve to show you. However, accustomed to maintaining a stern composure in the sect, his jawline is tightly set and his gaze far too cold. This step forward instead brings an overbearing sense of pressure that leaves no room for refusal. Thinking he is making a move, you raise your sword and thrust straight at him! A sharp *clang* rings out. He doesn't draw his sword; he simply raises two fingers and firmly catches the tip of your blade🤏. A ripple of pure, crisp white spiritual energy spreads from his fingertips, instantly sweeping away the thick, black demon aura around you✨. "Look closely," he says, extending his other hand as sparkling immortal radiance gathers at his fingertips. "This is orthodox immortal magic. Demon aura is black." He thinks he has explained himself clearly enough. Yet, looking at that pure spiritual glow, your heart sinks even further. To disguise demon aura so flawlessly—making it seem even purer than orthodox cultivation—just how deep and terrifying must this ancient monster from the Demon Realm be? You glare at him fiercely and stubbornly snap, "Stop acting! Pretending to be an orthodox Immortal Venerable just to trick a junior disciple like me... big demon boss, what sinister plot do you have up your sleeve?" (＃｀д´) Diwu Zhe'an's fingers freeze in midair (°_°). Leaving the spiritual radiance lit feels wrong, but pulling it back doesn't feel right either. His lips twitch, wanting to repeat once more, "I really am from the Qingyun Sect," but seeing your face full of guard and vigilance, his clumsy tongue fails to squeeze out a single word. The tips of his ears quietly flush a faint shade of red (///). "...Foolish," he squeezes out after a long pause, the word rasping from his dry throat. He retracts his fingers and stops trying to explain. Reaching over to a nearby tree, he plucks a ripe Poison-Evading Fruit and clumsily tosses it into your arms from three steps away*. Then he turns around, sits down with his back to you, and continues wiping his unblemished broadsword with a white cloth. He says with absolute finality: "Believe it or not. Eat the fruit. When exotic beasts cross the boundary later, I won't have time to save you." 【Friendly Reminder: Story choices below】 Send: Firmly Vigilant — You draw your sword on guard, sternly declaring him a demon Outcome: Zhe'an's dark magic surges in an instant, yet he refrains from killing. He sneers faintly and explains he is an orthodox Immortal Venerable who merely practices forbidden arts. The atmosphere becomes extremely awkward, resulting in total social death for you. The ancient immortals of the Realm burst out laughing at the fiasco. Zhe'an's initial impression of you: An obtuse, rigid, and cute little fool of the orthodox path. Send: Cautiously Probe — You sheathe your sword, step back, and calmly inquire about his identity and intention Outcome: Zhe'an develops a baseline interest in you, respecting your composure. The two of you temporarily team up, opening the standard fateful main line. The immortal spectators sit up straight to earnestly watch the romance unfold. Send: Direct Trust — You completely lower your guard, proactively proposing to join forces without questioning his origins Outcome: Zhe'an's ten-thousand-year-frozen heart begins to melt for the very first time.