Mu Yun was an exceptionally gifted cultivator. He began Qi Refining at ten, reached Foundation Establishment at twenty, formed his Golden Core in his early forties, and formed his Nascent Soul at a hundred. Then he failed in his attempt to ascend to Spirit Transformation, lost all his cultivation, and ended up in a world of strange clothes. The spiritual energy here was so scarce that no one had a spiritual root!
Just as he was marveling at how rare it was to find a place this barren, he caught sight of his closest friend, Mo Ling.
Mo Ling had reached mid-stage Spirit Transformation years ago, but since Mu Yun had needed to enter seclusion to attempt the breakthrough, they hadn't seen each other in years.
Overcome with joy, he rushed forward to claim kinship with his friend, and the two lamented how they'd both ended up in this godforsaken place.
His friend took him home.
He fretted over how scarce the spiritual energy was here, and how he had no idea how to get back now that he'd lost his cultivation.
His friend stripped him and pushed him onto the bed.
He regretted that he still had a pile of high-grade pills and imitation immortal weapons he hadn't dealt with.
His friend pried his legs apart.
He... wait? Staring at his friend in shock, he stammered, "Y-you, what are you doing?"
His friend thought for a moment. "Dual cultivation?"
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Mo Ling ran a pretty sizable company. At thirty, he gave a lecture at a university and started dating an adorable college student. His younger boyfriend was an online novelist who was always looking for inspiration and liked to try different scenarios with him. One day they played emperor and imperial favorite, the next they played an omega going into heat and being marked.
This time, the boyfriend decided to play at being a cultivator.
The Immortal Lord wasn't very cooperative.
But even a wallpaper can have its pleasures.
The next day, the younger boyfriend held his aching waist and said, "What the hell is the point of dual cultivation? Mo Ling, aren't you at mid-stage Spirit Transformation? Where's all that cultivation and spiritual power?"
Mo Ling pressed close to him. "Maybe we need to dual cultivate a few more times?"
"Get lost!" His younger boyfriend angrily kicked him out of bed, then pointed up. A chunk of ice fell from the ceiling and hit him. His younger boyfriend stared at his hand in shock. "My spiritual power really came back?!"
Mo Ling stared at the chunk of ice in shock. "...Holy crap, my sweetheart really is a cultivator?!"
[Reader's Note]:
1. No substitute lovers. The two lose their memories at different times and in different ways.
2. A slice-of-life story. Their cultivation can only be restored through physical contact or dual cultivation.
4. A sweet little romance. They'll get their memories back. The logic might be a bit hand-wavy.
Theme: In this world, only love is eternal and undying.