Sickly, possessive ghostly man | forced possession | gentle senior sister | Please add to your reading list, thank you ❤️
A story about fierce love, a heart beating wildly, and hurried breaths.
The male lead gets rejected gently when he acts like a well-behaved junior brother, then rejected brutally when he switches to his gloomy evil-ghost persona. His 1.0 and 2.0 versions get jealous of each other, and the battle of wits begins without a moment's pause. The black-sesame-rice-ball man can no longer keep his true colors from showing.
One-on-one, both leads are each other's first and only. The heroine has sound values, while the hero is genuinely unwell from start to finish and is about to go completely mad.
With the gifts of an ordinary mortal, Zi Shuluo cleaved through the Nine Heavens with a single sword strike and ascended to immortality, becoming an exception among the Nine Provinces' heavenly ranks. Yet she chose to return to the mountains and live with her master.
After her master was brutally killed, she set out to seek revenge, and “happened” to run into her junior brother, Xuan Jinchen, whom she had lost touch with years ago.
Her junior brother bore an evil bone, yet was born of a human mother. His clan regarded him as a harbinger of disaster, abandoning and despising him. Though the world was vast, nowhere would accept him. Cursed by this bloodline, he was destined not to live past the age of ten.
Years ago, when their master first met him, he was still a child, yet already at the end of his life.
Their master pitied him but hesitated. It was only because Zi Shuluo insisted on choosing him as her junior brother that their master used a secret method to reshape his life meridians.
Though they were both disciples, their master never treated him with the same attentive care as Zi Shuluo.
He kept a wary eye on Xuan Jinchen day and night. He feared that one day the evil bone would break through its restraints, and that his own kindness might nurture an evil god in this world.
Then one day, his junior brother disappeared.
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After their reunion, her junior brother was still as frail and sickly as he had been as a child, never without medicine.
He was also still as clingy with Zi Shuluo as he had been when he was little. His face, more beautiful than any girl's, always wore a smile, and he was gentle and obedient.
Even though, outside their home, he was already a lord who could command evil ghosts, a calamity-bringing lone star with such a notorious reputation that people trembled at the mere mention of his name.
Zi Shuluo had her doubts.
But before she could make a choice, someone grew greedy and tried to steal his evil bone.
Xuan Jinchen lost control. His world-destroying power broke through its restraints, and heaven and earth trembled.
Amid a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Xuan Jinchen killed everyone. When he saw Zi Shuluo, his gaze was blank and childlike, but gradually regained its clarity.
For a moment, Zi Shuluo considered being wary of him.
Later, everyone suspected that her junior brother was the true culprit behind their master's death.
He looked at Zi Shuluo as she hesitated, smiled at her, then took her hand and let her sword pierce his chest.
That beautiful face wore the faint smile she knew so well, and his voice was gentle:
“If even you don't believe me, Senior Sister, I'd rather die right now.”
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Coming next: My Junior Sister Unites the World. Please add it to your reading list, thank you~
Girl emperor tyrant junior sister | aloof, upright senior brother | a saint's private desires | from nothing but hatred! to offering herself in his bed~ Ultimately one-on-one, both leads are each other's first and only.
Along the way: three men for one woman, the aloof senior brother | pseudo-incestuous gloomy imperial brother | gentle adviser
Jing Luoyuan had always been raised to be crown prince, which was why she was able to go to Mount Cangwu to cultivate. Mount Cangwu was blessed with spiritual beauty, and its people were lovely too, especially her aloof and upright senior brother, Zijieyi.
Unfortunately, she got drunk and made a mess of things. While still presenting as a man, she spent the whole night making lewd remarks to her senior brother. The next day, her senior brother, who usually never got involved in the mountain's affairs, sent her flying off the mountain with one swift, decisive move, his face stern.
No matter. She was the heir to the Great Jing throne, destined to unite the world! But she never expected that after the empress died, the three volumes of her final edicts would contain nothing but instructions on assisting the new emperor.
Meanwhile, the secret letter received by her sickly, useless imperial brother contained eight words that could cost her her life: “If you are a woman, you may take his place.”
She gave a scornful smile and used a few subtle tricks. Soon, people were falling over themselves to help her imprison her imperial brother in the palace. Who could have guessed that he had been hiding his true abilities, raising monsters and using ancient texts in an attempt to recreate the method of turning people into evil ghosts? Out of consideration for their family ties, Jing Luoyuan spared his life, but punished him every day.
That was how she earned the title “Tyrant.”
The people of the realm condemned her, so she burned books to “silence” them. She even had handsome young men abducted and forced into her harem.
When a regent minister slammed his head against a pillar in protest, she covered the pillar in gold leaf, declaring, “Gold and red go best together.”
When the immortal sects and martial world sent people to negotiate, she took up her sword, sliced off several heads, and tossed them before the leading immortal. Then she used her bloodstained sword hilt to lift his chin.
“Senior Brother, these men look shifty and are clearly no good. Now that I've removed a great danger for the realm, how will you repay me?”
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Zijieyi was certain he liked women... No, the path he cultivated was the Way of Ruthlessness!
But for hundreds of years, the Way of Ruthlessness had few disciples, and immortals who ascended by cultivating it were rarer still.
Zijieyi hated Jing Luoyuan, who was always grinning and making jokes.
He hated that the boy had unsettled his Dao heart, and that he had left him tossing and turning, restless and sleepless, night after night.
With the foundation of his cultivation collapsing overnight, his master sent him to the mortal world to fulfill the wish of countless people: save the Tyrant of Great Jing, and thereby regain his chance to cultivate.
If he failed, he couldn't return to Mount Cangwu or continue cultivating the Way of Ruthlessness. But no one had told him that the way to succeed involved taking off his clothes!
The moment Zijieyi stepped into Zichen Hall and heard the young emperor sigh with a laugh, he knew that this time, he was doomed again.
He confirmed once more that he was absolutely not gay.
But why was the imprisoned prince kneeling at the tyrant's feet, begging like a dog?
Why was Great Jing's most talented scholar so practiced at offering to warm the tyrant's bed?
And why, in this harem of three thousand beauties, were all three thousand of them handsome men!?
“Immortal, you're number three thousand now~ At this rate, His Majesty probably won't summon you until ten years from now~”
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The young emperor plays court politics like a game of chess, while her senior brother descends the mountain and enters the fray.
He may be her chess piece, but he is also her “wife.”
Theme: Both loving and being loved are acts of greatness.
