My Cross-Dressing Immortal Lord

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Blurb for the xianxia historical danmei novel The Years I Spent Summoning My Senior Brother's Soul:

"Senior Brother, do you remember when we were children and Master made us sleep in the same bed? You always hugged me from behind, afraid I'd tumble off the edge of the bed."

"Senior Brother, do you remember when we went boating on the lotus pond as children? I was seven, and you were eleven. We were so innocent back then."

"Senior Brother, do you remember when we studied the Dao at Yuhuang Palace? I dozed off, and you protected me from Master's punishment."

"Senior Brother, do you remember? When the demons came, you stood in front of me and took those seventeen or eighteen knife blows for me... Senior Brother..."

Shen Ruwang hiccupped drunkenly, holding a filthy jar and talking to the air.

He laughed and cried, as if somewhere in the unseen world, there might be a ghost with seven souls adrift and three spirits wandering who could hear him.

Luohong Mountain had disbanded. The mountain gate had burned down, the Scripture Pavilion had been destroyed, the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Ages had emerged, the King of Fengdu's ghosts had wreaked havoc among the living, and the Great Xing Dynasty had changed hands.

But Shen Ruwang didn't care.

He spent his days getting thoroughly drunk. Then, one day three years later, in a palace hall of the prince's residence lit with red candles, he was still babbling away. At times, he wore the bloodstained women's clothes left behind by his fallen martial sisters, performing The Tale of the Return of the Soul, his beloved's favorite play.

"The living can die, the dead can live... but how could you ever remember..."

The halls and pavilions, once tranquil and still, rippled with a hint of change.

Then, suddenly, a voice picked up where he left off.

Wet hair brushed his neck, cold as ice.

"Junior Brother, your Senior Brother remembers it all."

"Holy crap, it's a ghost!"

Novel blurb:

Shen Qingwei, the Divine Lord of Bishui, has been a leading figure in the Daoist world for ten years. Lately, he's been beset by troubles. Some say he colluded with demons, some say he prefers men, and some say he burned down his sect's Scripture Pavilion!

The heads of the four great Daoist sanctuaries and his sect's elders lectured him kindly, saying: Shen Qingwei, you've harbored evil intentions, betrayed your master and ancestors, and deserve to be struck by lightning and cast out of the sect!

The whole world cheered, saying: The Divine Lord of Bishui is a vile cur, beneath even pigs and dogs! Shen replied: You all have such a way with words. I can't compete. After a lifetime of conscientious work, slaying demons and accumulating merit, I've become infamous overnight.

Worse still, after retiring to his hometown, he was told that the girl he'd been secretly in love with for ten years was actually a man. He was left with nowhere to turn, no way to appeal to Heaven, and a whole world cursing him.

In a turbulent age, ambitious powerbrokers, cultists, court clowns, and their comedy and tragedy could not compare to that moment ten years ago: a twist of fate beneath Dongting Lake, among coral and jade, with a skirt and gauzy robes.

This book is ending with a revised edition. Two extra-sweet bonus chapters have been added at the end.

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