Master, a Disciple Is a Disciple, Not a Wife

Two male leads! Two male leads! Two male leads! That's important, so I'm saying it three times. Don't accidentally pick this up if that's not your thing!!!

Overnight, Chu Zhaoming's entire clan was wiped out. His mother wanted him to live an ordinary life, but with his irresistible charm and extraordinary talent, he was taken in as the sole disciple of the most powerful person in the Upper Realm. There was no way he could live an ordinary life. He embarked on the path of immortality, and during his cultivation, discovered the true reason his clan had been destroyed.

What do you do when the Heavenly Dao toys with you? Naturally, you make it eat scrambled eggs! He doesn't believe in so-called destiny. He'll forge his own path.

But why does something feel off?

“Master, what happened to your aloof persona???” Chu Zhaoming pressed a hand against the man who was about to kiss him.

“Aloof? Looks like you've misunderstood me, Ming'er,” the man teased.

“Don't come any closer! I'm the disciple you raised!” Chu Zhaoming cried, backing away in alarm.

“What disciple? You're obviously the wife I raised,” Lan Ye Xue said, pressing closer.

Lan Ye Xue said nothing, just kept spoiling his wife.

Chu Zhaoming said nothing, just kept elbowing him.

Note: This story contains a lot of original worldbuilding, as you can tell already. One of the two leads is a bit slow to catch on. This isn't a pure cultivation novel: it has a System, and modern jokes pop up now and then.

(The main focus is cultivation and taking on the Heavenly Dao. The romance may come later, but there are plenty of side couples, all with sweet romances.)