All My Targets Fell for Their Own Schemes, Then Turned the Tables on Me

[Two male leads + everyone has one-sided feelings + the bottom is completely devoted + top-focused + supplementary introduction on the first page of the chapter]

When Tan Chuling, young master of the Tan family, was a child, a fortune-teller said he would not live past twenty-two, and that a deadly calamity would claim his life. His parents were frantic, and he was terrified.

At twenty, just as he was despairingly trying to predict how he would die, the Heavenly Dao came to him. It told him to choose three of five Chosen Ones and win their support, and it would help him survive his deadly calamity and ascend to immortality.

Tan Chuling agreed without hesitation. The Heavenly Dao showed him the profiles of the five Chosen Ones, and every one of them was a man.

Nobody said they’d be men!

Whatever, men are fine too!

Tan Chuling looked through them one by one. Why was his older brother on the list too?

That couldn’t be right, could it?

The Heavenly Dao explained: He was adopted, so there was nothing to worry about.

Tan Chuling felt reassured… not!

He thought about it. Since he only had to choose three out of five, he might as well cross his brother off the list and cast a wide net, sending each candidate a voice transmission: Help me attain immortality.

Swordsmanship genius of the Immortal Realm: What’s my name?

Tan Chuling: Wei Yu-hai.

Swordsmanship genius of the Immortal Realm: My name is Wei Yu-huan. You can’t even get my name right, and you want my help?

Tan Chuling: What a poser. Forget it.

Swordsmanship genius of the Immortal Realm: Actually, Wei Yu-hai sounds pretty good. I’m in.

Childhood friend: …Fine.

Child of Destiny: Who are you? Is this your portrait? Hello? I can help, you know. Are you still there?

Archrival, the Demon Venerable: How dare you… Wait, I’m not a poser! I can help you!

Older brother: …Why didn’t I get one? Chuling, am I not talented enough?

After bringing them all on board as helpers, Tan Chuling thought he could just brush off his sleeves and leave. But after he ran away, the others surrounded him and demanded to know why he’d left.

Tan Chuling raised his fan to cover his face: Brothers, is begging for mercy going to work?