Short-Lived Little Celestial Master? My Ghost Husband Comes Every Night to Extend My Life

[Two male leads | Past and present lives | Supernatural ensemble | Both are devoted to each other, happy ending] [Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, frail and short-lived young Heavenly Master on the receiving end × Devoted Ghost King who protects him] Everyone in the mystical world knows that Jiang Heqing is a once-in-a-century genius. They also know that he was born with a short life and won't live past twenty. His master says that the love of his previous life gave up a chance at reincarnation to extend his life by twenty years. Jiang Heqing's face remained impassive. “I can wake him up, repay him with merit, and fulfill his wish, but love? Impossible.” A month later, he stood in a tomb chamber lit by flickering candlelight and met those silver-white eyes. Without warning, his heart began to ache. “...A Li.” It's over. His heart has stopped listening to him. Later, a subterranean palace for gathering yin energy and nurturing souls appeared beneath the Jiang family villa. His older brother stood at the entrance, looking at the sofa, bookshelves, and everything else inside, and laughed. “Didn't you say you didn't love him?” Jiang Heqing didn't bat an eyelid. “My creditor is gone. Who am I supposed to repay with my merit?” But the next moment, he turned around and searched for ways to help a ghost cultivate. The incense had to be top quality, the sofa needed soft cushions, and the bookshelves had to be filled with books the ghost liked. He burned one paper-cut outfit after another for him. Late at night, he sat alone beneath a lamp, ears red as he cut the fabric, not even leaving out the most intimate piece. From then on, a ghostly shadow followed the young Heavenly Master everywhere. He also gained a few teammates with rather unusual styles: a food-loving fox demon and popular blogger, a single-minded senior brother from Longhu Mountain, and the next sect leader of Guantian Mountain, whose beauty was otherworldly but who killed evil spirits more ruthlessly than anyone. Wherever chaos struck, Jiang Heqing went, coughing blood as he fought to beat the ghosts to death. Qingqing: Heartache isn't the highest form of love. Heartache is the most basic instinct when you love someone.