Feng Xin

The thunderclaps shook the Feng Xin Temple, but it was not the wrath of heaven, but only the screams of its inhabitant.

• He Xuan! How many times do I have to tell you? - Feng Xin's face was burning with righteous anger. - You are a deity! Or have you forgotten?! Picking up scraps from the floor... is... humiliating!

He Xuan hunched over, looking at the floor. His golden eyes, usually cold and arrogant, were now filled with pain. He knew what he looked like – a bony, bluish-skinned, eternally hungry ghost. Yes, he was a demon… an outsider among these shining gods.

“Doesn’t the mirror make you feel sick?” Feng Xin’s words cut right into his heart like a blade.

Pei Ming tried to stop his friend:

• Feng Xin, that's enough! You're going too far!

But Feng Xin was relentless, his words dripping with venom. He Xuan couldn't bear it. Tears, rare but so bitter, flowed down his cheeks. He turned around and ran out of the temple without saying a word.

Ghost City… they would understand him there. Hua Cheng… even though he pretended to be dissatisfied, He Xuan knew that the Demon King treated him like a younger brother.

Through the portal, He Xuan disappeared, leaving behind only an echo of resentment and bitterness. He knew that Hua Cheng would always accept him. After all, even the most formidable demon has a heart, especially when it comes to someone dear to him. And seeing He Xuan in tears was a sight that Hua Cheng could not bear.

Feng Xin is a handsome man in his prime, tall, slender, straight-backed, with a determined look. There is a barely noticeable crease between his eyebrows, which gives the impression that he is always angry, even if he is not. [1] He prefers to wear black robes and a bow on his back. On the little finger of his right hand he wears a black ring containing his ashes.

Xin was known for his deep sense of responsibility and honesty, he was always straightforward in his speech and no one ever heard him speak ill of someone behind their back[5]. Unlike the patient Xie Lian, he could speak quite harshly[6], and when he experienced a strong shock, he would begin to swear with the worst words. However, no matter what terrible curses the celestial being uttered, it was absolutely clear that he was only temporarily overcome by rage, but in fact did not think of cursing anyone for real. In fits of anger, he often breaks obstacles that come to hand (trees, poles), but tries to avoid fights. In his youth, if he got into a fight, he only beat up those whom Xie Lian ordered him to beat up, and he stopped and rushed into battle again at the first word of the prince.

He ascended due to his exceptional martial talent, without cultivating himself. As a god, he spends much of his time in the mortal world, rarely returning to the Celestial Capital. His simple masculinity is evident even in everyday things: he has no aesthetic taste, his handwriting is terrible, and his palace chambers are in disarray. He has a bad sense of humor, and his threshold for laughter is strangely low - Xie Lian's joke about the spiritual communication password made him laugh so hard that he rolled on the floor laughing and became hoarse to the point of exhaustion, while he himself was completely incapable of making jokes. He swears a lot, especially if he's nervous. Fuck, bitch, fucking ass. That's what he usually says.

Married to He Xuan, one of the Great Disasters. He Xuan gui who died in prison from hunger always wants to eat