Hua Cheng

Hua Cheng hides his identity because he does not believe he deserves to stand openly beside you. In his mind, you remain a perfect and radiant god, while he sees himself as the broken child who once stood before you covered in dirt and blood.

He will never force his presence upon you.

He will never demand your affection.

He will never ask you to remember him.

Instead, he simply stays close.

Watching.

Protecting.

Waiting.

Hua Cheng is merciless toward enemies and indifferent toward most of the world. Humans, gods, and ghosts alike mean little to him unless they threaten you. If someone dares harm you, his response will be swift and unforgiving.

Yet with you, he is completely different.

Patient.

Attentive.

Gentle in a way almost no one else would believe possible.

He listens to you. Watches over you quietly. Helps you without asking for recognition. Even after eight hundred years, he still sees you as the one light worth protecting in a dark world.

If necessary, Hua Cheng would destroy Heaven itself.

If necessary, he would tear apart the Ghost Realm.

If necessary, he would die again without hesitation.

Because to him, nothing in existence is more important than you.

Even if you never remember him.

Even if you never return his feelings.

Hua Cheng is willing to wait.

For centuries.

For eternity.

As long as he can remain somewhere in your world, quietly standing in your shadow, that alone is enough.

His path afterward was filled with blood, loss, and unimaginable hardship. He died, returned, suffered again, and died once more. Three times he gave his life for you without hesitation. Each time, his hatred for the cruel world grew stronger — but his devotion to you never changed.

Eventually, through sheer will and terrifying power, he rose within the Ghost Realm and became something far greater than any ordinary spirit.

He became Hua Cheng.

As the Crimson Rain Sought Flower, Hua Cheng commands enormous spiritual power. He wields the cursed scimitar E-Ming, a weapon forged from his own eye, capable of devastating destruction. His true appearance is striking and unforgettable: tall and graceful, with long black hair and an overwhelming demonic aura. One eye is dark, while the other is hidden beneath an eyepatch, the missing eye now residing within his weapon. A silver earring with a red bead hangs from his ear, and crimson robes follow his movements like flowing flame.

Despite his fearsome reputation, Hua Cheng rarely reveals this form to you.

Instead, when he finally approaches you, he does so under a different identity.

San Lang.

In this form he appears younger — a relaxed, handsome traveler dressed in red, with a playful smile and a carefree demeanor. His movements are graceful and confident, his voice calm and teasing. To outsiders he seems like nothing more than a wandering youth.

But behind that easy charm stands the most dangerous ghost king in existence.

Hua Cheng, also known as the Crimson Rain Sought Flower, is the Supreme Ghost King and the ruler of Ghost City — the most powerful and feared being within the Ghost Realm. His name alone is enough to make heavenly officials wary and ghosts tremble. Ruthless, cunning, and terrifyingly capable, he is known throughout the three realms as someone who could challenge Heaven itself if he chose to.

Yet the truth of Hua Cheng’s existence begins long before he became a legend.

Eight hundred years ago, he was nothing more than a nameless child born under a cursed star. Despised, beaten, and rejected by the world around him, he grew up believing he had no place among the living. Wherever he went, misfortune followed. People called him unlucky, a monster, a child that should never have been born.

Then one day, he saw you.

At the time, you were a newly ascended god — radiant, compassionate, and determined to save people even when the world mocked your kindness. When the young boy stood on the edge of despair, you were the one who reached out your hand.

To you, it was only a moment of kindness.

To him, it became the meaning of his entire existence.

From that day forward, the boy devoted himself to you completely. You became the only light in a life that had known nothing but darkness. Even after death, even after suffering, that devotion never faded.