How to Keep a Love Triangle Harmonious?

[Coming Soon: So Many Dads! [Everyone's Darling]] [Coming Soon: After I Died, the Divine Lord Developed Stockholm Syndrome] [Synopsis] Yan Xingzi transmigrated to a world of immortal cultivation and was told by the System: You can only cultivate the Idol Path. The Idol Path means attracting fans like an idol and advancing by increasing your popularity. Yan Xingzi flipped the table. Wouldn't singing, dancing, and rapping in the world of cultivation turn into a huge public humiliation?! \(#皿#)/ But the reality was... She was kidnapped by a certain indescribable sect. The disciples who saw her perform made huge leaps in their cultivation, then forgot about practicing evil arts and became obsessed with group dance parties every day. She put on a show at the commercial hub of the cultivation world and was signed by its owner as a resident performer. Her fame took off, and young cultivators fought to buy her picture books. Later, Yan Xingzi became famous throughout the land and officially founded the Idol Sect, expanding her market by putting together idol groups. The wicked sect leader who had once forced her into the Pleasure Sect was recruited as the group's main dancer. The fallen Demon Venerable she had once saved by chance was recruited to play the drums. The sharp-tongued young man who had once faced hardship alongside her was recruited to practice rap. Just as Yan Xingzi was congratulating herself on being so popular, the trainees who had readily agreed to join gradually lost their smiles after entering the sect. "Wasn't I the only one supposed to stand by your side? Why are there other people?!" Yan Xingzi looked surprised but earnest. "What did you misunderstand? Hurry up and fill out your employment forms. There are still over a hundred people waiting." "What?!" * Years later, whenever people spoke of the founding matriarch of the Idol Sect, they always offered the same assessment: She wasn't anything special. It's just that every heartthrob and goddess's beloved white moonlight would go through fire and water for her. [Reader's Guide] 1. The heroine is career-focused, adored by everyone, and has a natural talent for gaining fans. Everyone has a one-sided crush on her. 2. CP: Venerable Lingxu. One-on-one, both leads are chaste. 3. An alternate ancient setting, not traditional cultivation. Many original worldbuilding elements. 4. A comedy. Characters are not based on real people. [Coming Soon: So Many Dads! [Everyone's Darling]] The Demon Venerable recently received a strange offering. It was a three-year-old toddler. When they first met, she not only didn't cry in fright, but even climbed onto him and took a bite out of his face. The little dumpling blinked her big eyes and grinned foolishly. "Handsome big brother, you're delicious. Can I live here?" The Demon Venerable: "?" - Mian Ling used to be a young demon god from a magical world, living by absorbing dark energy. But not long after she was weaned, she transmigrated to the cultivation world. Dark energy was scarce there, which meant she... Was reborn as the daughter of the Sword God, only to die young. Was reborn as the daughter of the Medical Venerable, only to die young. Was reborn as the daughter of a mortal, then offered as a sacrifice to the Demon Venerable. She thought she wouldn't live long this time either, but when Mian Ling saw the Demon Venerable, her heart raced and her eyes lit up. What a rich source of dark energy. He must taste delicious. - The Demon Venerable was intrigued to meet a little one who wasn't afraid of him. Little children were most afraid of the dark. If he locked her in solitary confinement, she'd surely bawl her eyes out. And when she saw the vicious guardian beast of the palace, she'd certainly be scared out of her wits... Hm? Why was she sleeping so soundly in the confinement room, drooling all over the guardian beast of the palace? Dark clouds gathered over the Demon Venerable's face. He rushed over and... tucked her in. - Years later, a guardian of the Demon Palace reported that powerful cultivators had gathered outside the palace. The Demon Venerable held his halberd, radiating authority. "It's only a war. What does the Demon Realm have to fear?!" The demons charged out to meet the enemy, only to see the mighty cultivators of the cultivation world holding up a banner. It contained just one sentence, which they kept reading aloud: "The unscrupulous Demon Realm owes us a daughter! Give back the daughter we raised with our blood and sweat!" #MySacrificeKeepsTryingToMakeMeHerEmergencyRations# #SoManyFathersInLaw,MaybeWeShouldJustGetRidOfThemAll# [Coming Soon: After I Died, the Divine Lord Developed Stockholm Syndrome] Lin Feiyan was once an arrogant female demon. Back then, she had taken a fancy to A Shuang's looks. After taking him in while he was weak, she doted on him in every way and kept him by her side for five hundred years. She loved the humiliation and helpless defiance in his eyes. When he eventually became docile and obedient, she liked him even more. At the moment she died, she saw him laughing wildly. He was finally free. He must be overjoyed. * When she opened her eyes again, three thousand years had passed. She still thought of A Shuang, asking after him wherever she went. When she saw him again, he stood aloof in the heights of heaven, worshipped by the masses. His gaze passed over her face, colder than a frozen pool. The crowd respectfully called him "Divine Lord Mingze." Lin Feiyan clutched her chest. A Shuang's lofty bearing now was even more alluring than the vulnerable boy he had once been. She tried to drag him down from the heavens, but her obsession ran too deep, and she went mad in her cultivation. Yet A Shuang never once looked her in the eye. * After countless struggles between them, Lin Feiyan suddenly realized she had been wrong. She shouldn't have thrown away the long cultivation path she had worked so hard to walk for a shred of affection. She became a demon once more, driven to the brink by righteous cultivators. With her life hanging by a thread, she fell from a cliff, burning her spiritual consciousness to reclaim her former power. In an instant, Divine Lord Mingze appeared. To the astonishment of the crowd, he caught her falling body in his arms. No one knew the humiliating past of the supreme Divine Lord Mingze. They only saw him stroke the demoness's face as if no one else were there, his gaze cold as frost. "You are the one who owes me the most in this world, and the one I hate most." "But everything that belongs to you, even your life... no one else may lay claim to it." Blood stained the demoness's beautiful face as she opened her eyes. She looked at the peerlessly handsome, white-haired Divine Lord, confusion tinged with disdain. "Who are you? Move. Don't touch me." #ThePoorLittleGuyIOnceWrongedActuallyBecameAGod?# #TheWickedWomanWhoWrongedMeActuallyLostHerMemory!# Theme: Work hard to achieve your dreams in another world too, and let the light of righteousness shine across the land.