Chi Ying is a little merfolk with nothing to his name, not even a possession to his name except for his beautiful, innocent face.
After coming from the sea to the Tianyan Realm, Chi Ying has no choice but to contend with its sky-high prices. He is so poor he can barely stay alive.
Without spirit stones, he can't cultivate. Without cultivation, he can't earn spirit stones. And so the vicious cycle continues...
Just as Chi Ying is so poor he's considering singing for money, everything changes on the day he comes of age. To his surprise, his tears are no longer pearls. They have become spirit beads.
The poor guy has struck it rich.
Chi Ying is perfectly content with his newfound wealth. The more he cries, the more spirit beads he gets. He can stay at home while fortune falls from the sky.
He'll cry himself a mansion of gold, reach the Golden Core stage in three years and the Nascent Soul stage in five. Ascension to the Divine Transformation stage is just around the corner!
Everyone else cultivates by killing, killing, killing.
Chi Ying cultivates by crying, crying, crying.
Chi Ying thinks he has mastered the great path of cultivation. He diligently practices every day, shedding tears in the breeze. He just can't understand why everyone still dislikes him so much.
Chi Ying is a little merfolk with a strong heart. He pays no mind to any of it, diligently cultivating and crying all the way.
Until one day, he meets someone who doesn't want to see him cry.
A handsome, aloof top x an adorable, easily toppled beauty who cries at the drop of a hat
1. Both are inexperienced.
2. Lots and lots of people like the bottom. Some can't say what they feel, while others are awful people: arrogant, nasty top-tier elites x a little white flower who cries easily. The trash tops have only two redeeming qualities: they're handsome, and their bodies are very honest.
3. Every character who might be a top is faithful in both body and heart. The various trash tops go through the "chasing their spouse to the crematorium" trope. They only learn to cherish their little merfolk after he runs off with someone else.
But the flower language of the little merfolk is: act fast, or miss out.
Theme: Though poor, be resolute, and never abandon your lofty ambitions
