Bro, We’re the Best in the World

[A sick, obsessively possessive older brother top who pretends to be normal x a refined, polite, sunny younger brother bottom] After his family was destroyed, fifteen-year-old Wen Zhuqing fled north with his newborn little brother, hoping to find a chance at survival at Changliu Immortal Mountain, where cultivators gathered. The once-sheltered young noble had to fight beggars for food and battle rabid dogs to keep his brother alive. People trampled him into the muck and broke both his legs, leaving him to endure every kind of humiliation and hardship. And even after all that, the baby in his swaddling clothes still gave him no peace. He spat up, wet the bed, got sick, and wailed day and night. He never stopped, even when he’d screamed his throat raw. For years, Wen Zhuqing hated that sound so much that even hearing it made him go cold and tremble all over, unable to catch his breath. More than once, he tried to strangle the burden. He hated him so much he wouldn’t even give him the surname Wen, and he’d screamed the cruelest curses at him in a fit of rage. But what could a six-month-old understand? All he could do was show his one little baby tooth and smile at his big brother. Lu Qi understood nothing. By the time he was old enough to remember things, he was already at Changliu Immortal Mountain. He only knew that his brother had a bad temper, never smiled, and was always too busy to be around. But his brother always gave him the best of everything: spirit herbs, immortal pills, magical artifacts… If someone else had something Lu Qi didn’t, his brother would go to any lengths to find one for him. His Qiankun bag was filled with enough treasures to fill three more, and his brother had become Changliu Immortal Mountain’s chief disciple, a genius famed throughout the world. They no longer had to squeeze together on a tiny bed, or wait for Lu Qi to finish eating so his brother could have the leftovers… They could finally live well. Lu Qi happily hugged his pillow, ready to go find his best friend for a long chat and a chance to show off. But he’d barely climbed into his friend’s bed when the door was split open by a sword. The sword energy swept through and wrecked half the room. Beneath the moon, Wen Zhuqing’s long eyes were bloodshot, and his trembling pupils were fissured with a horribly twisted jealousy. After Wen Zhuqing snatched him back, panting and trembling all over, Lu Qi thought in a daze His brother seemed to have gone mad. [Blurb saved on December 29, 2025.] [A few notes before reading~~] 1. They are not blood brothers. The top and bottom are not related by blood in any way. 2. They are each other’s only ones, both physically and emotionally pure. There are no romantic feelings or ambiguity before they come of age; their feelings gradually change after they become adults. 3. The novel has 70% anti-piracy protection. The author’s note after Chapter 1 contains very detailed content warnings, so please don’t miss it! 4. This is very, very unsuitable for readers with extreme character preferences. [My next novel: *Hello! Please Pay Your Child Support*] [A seemingly devoted husband and father, actually a lustful, obsessive, thrill-seeking lunatic x a conscientious, honest man focused on supporting his family] Tan Shen was known as one of the most honest members of the Qingqiu Fox Clan. He was slow and gentle by nature, and even when riled up, all he could manage was a fluffy little fit of anger. He was utterly hopeless. Among his seductive kin, all of them bewitching and alluring, he was as wooden as a stump. The only charm he’d mastered was using the tip of his tail to tickle someone’s chin. Fortunately, some fool actually fell for it. The man was an easygoing, ordinary scholar, who always wore a slight smile. He was gentle and kind, brushing the fur on Tan Shen’s tail and kissing the fox ears Tan Shen couldn’t hide on top of his head. After three years of marriage, their nightly, utterly uninhibited lovemaking left Tan Shen carrying… an egg?? Drained of spiritual power and shrunk down to a delicate, three-inch-tall doll, he gasped and sweated as he clutched his egg and looked back in confusion His husband had run away in terror. * Zhang Xianhe died. To be precise, he was skinned and dismembered, his bones pulled out and his heart gouged free, then devoured alive like livestock. After that, every wisp of spiritual energy sustaining the Myriad Worlds was extracted from the blood and flesh of his corpse. People called him a savior, a god, and so it was only natural that he should sacrifice himself for all living beings. Ten thousand years later, he stepped down from a ruined Buddhist altar, compassion still lingering in his eyes. He crushed the Sword Venerable’s skull and slaughtered the sect he had founded himself. Blood flowed down the long steps. Zhang Xianhe remained calm and quiet as he walked toward the last disciple, who was frantically kowtowing and begging him. Then someone tugged at his silver hair, which trailed to his ankles. Zhang Xianhe turned and saw a palm-sized little person with an egg strapped to his back in a cloth sling. The little one glared up at him and shouted angrily, “Hello!” “Please pay your child support.” At first, Zhang Xianhe thought the silly little thing was beneath his notice. Later, watching Tan Shen try to hatch the egg like a little chick, Zhang Xianhe chuckled and reached out to tickle his lover’s belly with a fingertip. His expression was warm and refined, but jealousy seeped through his eyes like blood. “Still not going to tell me who he is?” Tan Shen: “?” Theme: Strive for a better future, and keep going no matter what.