The Aloof Immortal Venerable Wouldn’t Let Me Touch Him, but After I Was Reborn, He Wanted Hugs Every Day

Original title: After I Died, the Immortal Venerable’s Desire Became Insatiable [One-on-one romance + both virgins + sweet and doting] [Rebirth + reincarnation + past and present lives + not a strong female lead + no transmigration + no System + romance-focused, with a secondary career storyline] [Heroine: delicate and soft, an unparalleled cultivation furnace, with a complicated background] [Hero: seductive and flirtatious, quiet yet wicked, with a split personality] Ling Weiyang: Born with a blocked spiritual core, she is looked down on by her fellow disciples despite being the sect leader’s beloved pupil. When a fellow female disciple spreads rumors about her, she accidentally draws the sect’s founding ancestor’s attention. She thinks the old ancestor is a good person. Not only does he set things right, he also gives her a spirit pet. From then on, she often has strange dreams that leave her blushing and breathless. There’s a man in them. Silk gauze covers his eyes, his thin robe hangs loose, and the outlines of his muscles show through, captivating her utterly. Yet she puts the old ancestor’s face on the man. The man even holds her from behind and whispers, “Could you stay here with me quietly for a while?” This is madness! She thinks it’s terribly disrespectful to the old ancestor! Zichen: Legend has it that Zichen, the Old Ancestor of the Tianxuan Sect, is as cool and pure as jade, untouched by worldly dust, and spends his days in seclusion. One day, he hears that his reborn wife has written a love letter to another man, and his blood surges with fury. He leaves seclusion without a thought for the danger of cultivation deviation. Fortunately, it’s only a rumor. Otherwise, he would have reduced that man to ashes. To make his wife fall in love with him again, he tries every means to seduce her. But his reborn wife has become unusually timid, so he has no choice but to coax and deceive her, taking things one careful step at a time. After coughing up who knows how much blood, he finally gets to hold his wife in his arms, looking pitiful as he pleads in her ear: “Weiyang, will you be with your grandmaster?” “Weiyang, if I had never met you, I could have endured loneliness. But now, I can’t bear to be without you.”