One day, Jian Sui discovers that he is a disposable villain in a cultivation novel about a chosen hero.
Something calling itself the Good Luck System tells him that he and the protagonist, Ye Zhen, both have special physiques: one has a Dao body, the other a Dharma body. They are destined to fight until the heavens and earth are in chaos, to the death.
In the original novel, Jian Sui not only fails to win, but ends up losing all his cultivation and dying without a body left intact.
The System tempts him: "But if you are willing to have a child with the protagonist, not only will your cultivation advance by leaps and bounds, but with a little luck, you could ascend on the spot."
For the sake of ascension, Jian Sui thinks it over. "All right."
The mission goes unbelievably smoothly, until the night of dual cultivation, when the System watches helplessly as its refined, courteous, reserved, and easygoing Host pins the protagonist firmly to the ground.
The protagonist, usually so arrogant, has red ears and clings weakly to his shoulder. "You stinking monk, get out of me..."
Overwhelmed and lost in it, he breaks down. "I'm done."
Jian Sui earnestly shakes his head. "You can't, Young Master Ye."
His words and actions are both gentle. "If you don't get pregnant, it could affect my ascension."
Top, dual virgins, one-on-one.
The protagonist is the bottom: a righteous and wicked, traditional cultivation-leveling type who loves to put on a show of being domineering, with a bit of peacock-like flair. A feel-good power fantasy for fans of bottoms.
The top is a tonsure-wearing monk, though his monkish air is faint. He is intensely ambitious and has just a touch of a scheming streak.
Childbirth, childbirth! This story contains pregnancy and childbirth!
As usual, this is a brainless, lighthearted wish-fulfillment story. Please go easy on me, dear readers. Extreme shipper factions, stay away!
Theme: Cultivate a healthy view of love.
