No, No, I’m the Alliance Leader

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Cheerful, adorable, sunny little bottom x gentle, scheming, devoted older top

Chen Feiye lost his memory, too. All he remembered was that he had to go to the Martial Arts Tournament.

Looking at the priceless jade pendant at his waist and the physique of a peerless expert, he understood: he was the chosen one, destined to claim the title of Martial Alliance Leader.

Everywhere he went, he told people, "I'm the future Martial Alliance Leader. Pay up."

A beggar took pity on him and tossed him a few coppers. A wandering hero rolled his eyes in exasperation. Only the handsome, gravely injured man he'd picked up along the road believed him completely and willingly became his follower and bodyguard, handling everything from laundry and cooking to fighting and tending his wounds.

Chen Feiye was deeply moved. "Don't worry. Once I unite the martial world, you'll be The Outcast!"

Yingzhao chuckled softly. "All right."

Chen Feiye was full of schemes. One day he used knockout powder on the guard dogs at a mountain manor; the next, he took out a bandit gang with laxatives. Whenever he caused trouble, he would duck behind Yingzhao, stick half his head out, and yell, "Get him!"

Yingzhao would actually do it, taking on a hundred enemies by himself. When the fighting was over, he'd turn back and ask, "Feel better now?"

Chen Feiye became even more convinced: See? That's the charisma of a future alliance leader!

From then on, Chen Feiye happily enjoyed Yingzhao's "Martial Alliance Leader Training Service."

When he was hungry, Yingzhao would magically produce a braised pork knuckle. When he was tired of walking, Yingzhao would bring him a snow-white horse. When he was cold at night, Yingzhao would get into bed first to warm it up for him.

Little by little, Chen Feiye began to feel that he wouldn't mind living like this forever.

Until the day before the Martial Arts Tournament, when his all-purpose follower ran away.

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[Bonus scene]

On their wedding night, waves of snow-white sheets billowed as the candlelight flickered red.

Chen Feiye's cheeks were flushed. He bit Yingzhao's shoulder, his legs so weak he could barely sit up. "You... you big liar..."

Yingzhao pressed his palm to the small of Chen Feiye's back and gently massaged it. His hoarse voice held a beguilingly tender note. "Feiye, Feiye, how could I have lied?"

He kissed the lips that let out soft gasps, smiling with adoration and feigned innocence.

"You promised I'd be 'The Outcast.' And now..."

"Aren't I right here, beneath the Alliance Leader?"

* Light martial arts

* High-maintenance but clueless and eager to play x endlessly indulgent, gentle older top

* Short, sweet, fluffy story focused on everyday life. No grim angst. Bugs everywhere, so don't overthink it.

* One-on-one, both chaste, happy ending

--Here's another sweet romance coming soon: Does a Little Fox Have to Win Over Her Ruthless Daoist Husband?--

An innocent, spoiled, sweet, obedient, and adorable real fox spirit x a cold, domineering powerhouse with an extreme need for control

Li Fangjiu was a beautiful little fox, born and raised in Penglai.

For five hundred years, his favorite things had been rolling in the peach grove, sunning his belly, and waiting for his older brothers and sisters to feed him. He had a wonderfully comfortable life.

Until one day, the high priest divined that he was fated to suffer a deadly calamity. The only way to escape it was to form a pact with a cultivator whose fate was exceptionally strong, borrowing their fortune to survive.

After searching every spirit registry, the fox clan settled on the greatest cultivator in the world: the chief of Fusheng Sect, Immortal Suihua, Zong Wubai.

They said he was aloof and proud, decisive in battle, and so hardy that even heavenly tribulations couldn't strike him down.

But there was one problem. To steady his Dao heart and ascend as soon as possible, the immortal had already sworn a Dao oath never to form a pact with anyone in this life.

Li Fangjiu hugged his fluffy tail and fretted, certain there was no way it would work. His elders patted his head and coaxed him. "Be good. Go give it a try."

So Li Fangjiu took the fox clan's most precious treasure and mustered the greatest courage of his life to go to Fusheng Sect. But when he first met the immortal, he accidentally stepped on the hem of his robe and fell straight into his arms.

Faced with the man's icy expression, Li Fangjiu nearly lost his human form, revealing his fluffy ears and big tail.

Clutching the snow-white lapel, he looked up and gave an awkward smile. "Immortal, my name is Li Fangjiu. Would you be willing to form a pact with me?"

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Zong Wubai had cultivated for hundreds of years. Countless people had begged for mercy beneath his sword, and countless others had knelt at his steps to ask him to take them as disciples.

But this was the first time anyone had thrown himself into his arms and asked to form a pact.

Without expression, he picked the boy up and set him down farther away.

He had intended to send him straight back down the mountain. But the boy held out a storage ring to him.

Inside was half of an ancient Ziwei jade, which he had spent a hundred years searching for. Joined with the other half in his possession, it could open an ancient secret realm said to hold the opportunity for ascension.

He raised his eyes and looked at the beautiful little fox again.

"If all you need is good fortune, we don't need to form a pact," he said. "I'll help you survive your calamity. Once it's over, we'll be even."

And so Li Fangjiu stayed at Fusheng Sect, moving into Immortal Suihua's Qingjue Hall and following the cold-faced immortal in his cultivation every day.

The little fox was innocent and clingy. When his energy went awry during practice, he'd cry to the immortal, afraid he'd go mad. He got dizzy flying on a sword, recited his spells incorrectly, and could burn down half a mountain while learning a technique. When thunder and rain came, he'd hug his pillow and sneak into the immortal's bedroom.

Zong Wubai picked the fox up and carried him out time and time again. The fox would look up at him with those dewy golden eyes, and somehow, the immortal would give in again.

It wasn't until one day that he came to his senses and realized he hadn't thought about the ancient jade or the secret realm in a long time.

Because compared to ascending, raising a little fox... seemed much more interesting.

Theme: Face everything with optimism.