Straight-Laced, Yet a Top Graduate of the Hehuan Sect!

❤Coming Soon: Even the Strongest Chosen One Has to Hatch Eggs for His Wife!

Straight guy Song Xuanfeng transmigrated to the cultivation world with his best friend. He thought they’d roam the world together with swords in hand, but instead, Song Xuanfeng somehow became an outer disciple of the Hehuan Sect!

Song Xuanfeng: Heaven is so unfair!!!

Luckily, Jiang Wuxiang became a sword cultivator in the greatest sect under heaven and could fulfill Song Xuanfeng’s dream in his place.

After they transmigrated, Song Xuanfeng stayed in touch with Jiang Wuxiang, never daring to let him discover that he was a disciple of the Hehuan Sect.

Jiang Wuxiang: Bro, burning the midnight oil studying by lamplight is rough.

Song Xuanfeng: He secretly hides The 108 Forms of Swordplay inside the cover of The Secrets of Male-Male XO: Bro, You Smell So Good.

Jiang Wuxiang: Bro, you’ve changed.

Song Xuanfeng immediately went on high alert. All he’d done was put on some Ice-Clear Jade-Bone Cream, practice his bewitching blink technique over a thousand times, and take a few pills to make his body soft and delicate.

To keep Jiang Wuxiang from noticing anything was off, he rubbed ash on his fair face every time and spoke to him in a rough, raspy voice.

Song Xuanfeng: Cultivation’s been making me look weathered lately (nervously wiping sweat.jpg)

Jiang Wuxiang: Bro, have you finished your graduation thesis?

Song Xuanfeng: Not yet~ (nervously looking away)

Jiang Wuxiang: Come see me at the hour of the boar. I’ll help you.

Song Xuanfeng, worried about his final project: Bro, I knew you were the best!

Straight guy Song Xuanfeng had long since bent into a pretzel at the Hehuan Sect, even his spiritual root transforming into a rainbow one.

For this meeting, Song Xuanfeng had already filled the room with aphrodisiac powder, stayed up all night cramming the 108 forms of XO, and stocked his medicine jar with 69 kinds of love potions.

All he had to do was wait for Jiang Wuxiang to arrive, and he’d graduate in no time!

But at the crucial moment, Song Xuanfeng chickened out. He couldn’t do that kind of thing with his best bro!

Song Xuanfeng clung to the leg of his naturally gifted sword-bone, righteous path’s leading light, emotionless-path senior, future number-one sword cultivator under heaven, and invincible, thunderous, lightning-fast Immortal Venerable, bawling, “Bro, if I have to delay graduation, I’ll come work for you!”

In short, his best bro had a lot of titles. He needed to cling to that powerful leg.

Jiang Wuxiang pulled Song Xuanfeng onto his lap, wiped the tears from his lashes with his thumb, and awkwardly, clumsily bit his lip. “I said I’d help you. Is this how? Is this enough?”

Song Xuanfeng’s voice trembled. “Wah, it’s enough…”

Jiang Wuxiang bit his lip. “It’s not enough.”

*

Jiang Wuxiang transmigrated to the cultivation world with his best friend, Song Xuanfeng.

He became a sword cultivator.

Step one for sword cultivators: tie your hair in a high ponytail to seduce a wife.

Step two: dangle a blade of grass from your mouth to seduce a wife.

Step three: find a wife.

At last, the invitation from Song Xuanfeng he’d been waiting for arrived.

Jiang Wuxiang picked out his most handsome outfit, gripped his bonded sword, and stuck a blade of grass in his mouth. Time to head out and find a wife!

A Schrödinger’s straight guy, carefree and flirtatious, bottom x a Chosen One with a long list of titles, top

[Blurb written on June 1, 2026, screenshot saved]

Song Diaodiao is a vulture living in the desert, also known as a sand sculpture.

When he first took human form, a man dragged Song Diaodiao into a cave and had his way with him.

Seven days later, Song Diaodiao lost his memory. A glittering golden vulture egg had appeared beside him.

Song Diaodiao: I’m a guy! There’s no way I laid this egg, right?!!!

Song Diaodiao figured the baby’s mother had abandoned the egg and run off.

He decided to go to the cultivation world and find that cold, heartless vulture.

He’d heard that Jiang Cheng’an had an unparalleled, mighty vulture.

But his father-in-law, Jiang Cheng’an, was the sect master of Canglan Sect. He devoted himself wholly to cultivation and had long since severed all ties to desire. He couldn’t stand even hearing the word “love,” much less let his vulture wife stay with him.

In the end, Song Diaodiao defeated 108 rivals and became the vulture in Jiang Cheng’an’s palm.

By day, Song Diaodiao helped his father-in-law keep up appearances. At night, he secretly stuffed the egg into his father-in-law’s bed and said, “You made the kid, so you hatch it!”

Jiang Cheng’an: Why are you lifting my silk quilt?

*

Jiang Cheng’an, sect master of Canglan Sect, severed his ties to love and desire to cultivate the emotionless path. He was incapable of feeling any emotion.

By chance, someone poisoned him with a love potion.

Jiang Cheng’an nearly lost his soul, but a kind golden vulture took human form and saved him. They made love for seven days and nights. When he opened his eyes again, all that remained was a golden feather.

It must have been his payment for services rendered.

Jiang Cheng’an: “…”

Until one day, he saw the golden vulture again.

The vulture clutched a golden egg and cried pitifully. “Please, Father-in-law, have mercy. I had nowhere else to go, so I brought the baby to you. Just give us something to eat…”

Jiang Cheng’an wiped Song Diaodiao’s tears with his thumb. “Call me hubby.”

Song Diaodiao: QAQ

Shouldn’t you be called father-in-law?!

The cultivation world’s number-one goofball x the cultivation world’s number-one Chosen One

Reader’s guide: The golden vulture will later take human form, and the egg is their biological child.

The cultivation world’s number-one goofball x the cultivation world’s number-one Chosen One

Theme: Cultivate well and be happy every day