[Scheming as hell Xuan Gu Shangren Xiao Sha × quick-witted as hell ability-user Feng Baobao] (Warning: pure fantasy, no nitpicking about historical details. If it's not for you, please stop here.)
Xuan Gu Shangren Xiao Sha, a demonic powerhouse from the chaotic Xinghai, is reborn and ready to take revenge, punish the scum, and reach the pinnacle of life.
Then a melon-brained woman moves into his head.
Feng Baobao, a contract worker in the ability-user world, mysteriously transmigrates while burying someone and wakes up trapped inside the skull of a strange man.
She can't get out, and he can't hear her. All she can do is trade insults with him inside his head.
“Who are you?”
“Your brain essence.”
“...”
“Your eyebrows are so faint. It's like you don't have any.”
“Shut up!”
“Oh. Then can you get a different skull? This one has a huge echo.”
From then on, the demonic big shot's path to revenge takes a bizarre turn
While he's cultivating, folk songs ring in his mind: “Little sister wants to cross the river~”
In battle, a voice offers advice by his ear: “Use the Eighteen Moves of Awei and take him down!”
When he's taking disciples, an alarm goes off in his head: “Those two look shifty. They'll definitely stab you in the back someday. I'll remember them and help you bury them when I get out.”
Xiao Sha: “I'm a Nascent Soul cultivator! A demonic powerhouse! Could you show me some respect?!”
Baobao: “Sure. So when are you buying me a new kitchen knife?”
One is a dark, calculating schemer; the other is a blunt, melon-brained goofball.
One wants revenge and to prove his Dao; the other wants to get out and bury people.
From mutual disdain to falling hard, from sharing a mind to fighting side by side
When the demonic big shot risks his life for her for the first time, and the goofy fairy says, “I don't want to get out anymore. I just want you to live” for the first time...
It turns out transmigrating between two worlds was all for the sake of meeting you.
Ridiculous cultivation fantasy, love that goes both ways. Brain essence and melon-brained woman, both clever as hell.
The heads of each other hit the ceiling, and the sand sculpture cultivating immortals rushed in both directions. It was so delicious!
As a self-motivated creator of this book, after writing this story, I still feel that my mind is filled with Feng Baobao's helpless roars of Trump and Xiao. The collision of this pair of contrasting CPs is the most relaxing and exciting combination I have ever written.
Master Xuan Gu is a giant of demons, and the script of rebirth and revenge should have been powerful and exciting, but Feng Baobao, who was trapped in his head, turned the world upside down. His scheming and evil intentions met with a straight-ball melon, and all the aloof characters collapsed. The daily jokes in the brain are dense, the random folk songs, Ah Wei's 18-style teaching, and early warnings about burying people completely make the hard-core path to immortality completely go astray. It is full of nonsense but not embarrassing, and every interaction is lively and interesting.
What I want to portray most is the delicate transition from mutual dislike to mutual love. One is bent on revenge, and the other just wants to go out and bury people. The souls of the two worlds are accidentally bound. From being forced to live together to caring about each other, there are no bloody tricks, everything is straightforward and heart-wrenching tenderness.
This is a relaxing and passionate story, with the ultimate contrast between sinisterness and melon skin, and the wonderful collision of immortality and time travel. It is both a satisfying revenge journey and a sweet love song. After writing this book, I still prefer this witty pair, and I hope that this joy of living together in the brain can appeal to every reader who likes contrasting CPs and simplistic depictions of immortality.
Of course, I also created it because the two sadistic novels I wrote recently, Campus and Immortal Ni, were very painful and I needed a change of mood.
The author's writing skills are limited, and when he didn't write about the hearts of the treasures, I hope you can be noble and don't scold me. Thank you🙏
The heads of each other hit the ceiling, and the sand sculpture cultivating immortals rushed in both directions. It was so delicious! As a self-motivated creator of this book, after writing this story, I still feel that my mind is filled with Feng Baobao's helpless roars of Trump and Xiao. The collision of this pair of contrasting CPs is the most relaxing and exciting combination I have ever written. Master Xuan Gu is a giant of demons, and the script of rebirth and revenge should have been powerful and exciting, but Feng Baobao, who was trapped in his head, turned the world upside down. His scheming and evil intentions met with a straight-ball melon, and all the aloof characters collapsed. The daily jokes in the brain are dense, the random folk songs, Ah Wei's 18-style teaching, and early warnings about burying people completely make the hard-core path to immortality completely go astray. It is full of nonsense but not embarrassing, and every interaction is lively and interesting. What I want to portray most is the delicate transition from mutual dislike to mutual love. One is bent on revenge, and the other just wants to go out and bury people. The souls of the two worlds are accidentally bound. From being forced to live together to caring about each other, there are no bloody tricks, everything is straightforward and heart-wrenching tenderness. This is a relaxing and passionate story, with the ultimate contrast between sinisterness and melon skin, and the wonderful collision of immortality and time travel. It is both a satisfying revenge journey and a sweet love song. After writing this book, I still prefer this witty pair, and I hope that this joy of living together in the brain can appeal to every reader who likes contrasting CPs and simplistic depictions of immortality. Of course, I also created it because the two sadistic novels I wrote recently, Campus and Immortal Ni, were very painful and I needed a change of mood. The author's writing skills are limited, and when he didn't write about the hearts of the treasures, I hope you can be noble and don't scold me. Thank you🙏
Not bad, why doesn't anyone see it?