Even the Demon Venerable Wants to Be Kept

Wu Hui spent most of his life throwing his weight around in the demon realm. He was ruthless, cruel, and infamous. When the righteous sects surrounded him, he calmly strode across a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. But then his most trusted subordinate betrayed him, and he met his end with a sword through his body. When he awoke from a long dream, he had returned to his youth. Looking at his body, which had yet to begin cultivating, Wu Hui decided to give up and slack off. What kind of stupid Demon Venerable title is that? Whoever wants the job can have it. He just wants to find someone to support him long-term! For example, Chen Yan Miao, Immortal Lord Lie Yun, the greatest cultivator in the realm, who once stabbed him to death with a single sword. He'd be perfect. Wu Hui joined Chen Yan Miao's sect that very night. From then on, while his senior sister practiced, he slept; while his senior brother fought monsters, he cheered him on; while his master went out on trials, he became a human accessory and showered him with three thousand rainbow-colored compliments. After a hundred years of cultivation, he was still at the Qi Refining stage, the sect's very last-place failure and its useless young grandmaster. Until one day, it was discovered that he possessed an evil bone. The leaders of the immortal sects gathered at the mountain gate and demanded that Chen Yan Miao purge his own sect to prove his devotion to the Way. Thinking his death was at hand, Wu Hui regretfully cupped his master's face and gave him a peck, then smiled with abandon. “At least I got to take advantage of you, Master. This life wasn't a total waste.” But Chen Yan Miao, who had always been righteous and selfless, pointed his sword at the crowd instead. His eyes remained fixed on Wu Hui, dark and steady. “Where else would you go besides here?” * Chen Yan Miao dreamed that five hundred years in the future, the Demon Venerable would reach his full power, wreak havoc across the land, and leave the living world in ruins. The moment he woke, he grabbed his sword and hurried out, determined to nip evil in the bud before the Demon Venerable could grow powerful. But his newly accepted disciple tugged at his sleeve, looking up at him with bright eyes. “Master, hungry. Food, please.” Looking at the face that was at least eighty percent identical to the Demon Venerable's, Chen Yan Miao fell into deep thought. Was I the one who raised the Demon Venerable? ★Seeking advance interest for a new project★ How Could Our Hehuan Sect Possibly Be 1v1? On the day Haitang broke through his cultivation barrier, his master called him over and said earnestly, “Your cultivation method is complete, so you can begin absorbing others' energy. A Hehuan Sect disciple's first cultivation partner is crucial. You're a rare genius in our sect, so you should choose someone especially difficult.” Haitang frowned, running through the names of everyone in the cultivation world, then settled on one and declared firmly, “Jiang Yinzhen is perfect!” Jiang Yinzhen, Immortal Lord Wuxiang, had a cultivation level second to none in all the world. That was a difficult enough challenge, wasn't it? His master hesitated. “I told you to take on a challenge, not the impossible.” Quite a few Hehuan Sect disciples had tried their luck with him. Every one of them had retreated in defeat, and now the whole sect assumed he was hopeless. Haitang: But Master said I'm a once-in-a-generation genius! Jiang Yinzhen is just one man. Let's see how I handle him! Ignoring his master's protests, Haitang packed his little bundle and went down the mountain to find Jiang Yinzhen. On their very first day together, he pulled open his clothes and climbed onto Jiang Yinzhen's bed. Then he was thrown straight out the door. Haitang: Master said ninety-nine percent of men can't resist a beautiful person who throws himself at them! Haitang refused to give up and tried everything he'd learned, but Jiang Yinzhen remained unmoved and kept turning him away. Haitang ended up being fed so many refusals he was full. His fellow disciples who'd gone down the mountain with him all found cultivation partners of their own and were living lives of debauched, extravagant bliss. Haitang gave up on himself. Master was right. Jiang Yinzhen really was no good! He packed his things and prepared to run, but Jiang Yinzhen caught him and hauled him back. The man's breath brushed his ear. “Giving up already? Then... it's my turn.” Later, Haitang held his aching waist and stared silently at the man in front of him, who was asking if he could go again. Who was absorbing whose energy here?! This cultivation partner is too much. He'd better find another one! Haitang pulled out his backup list on the spot, but before he could choose, Jiang Yinzhen tore it to shreds. The man hauled him back onto the bed and said in a low voice, “Yesterday, in bed, you said I was the only one.” Haitang was horrified. “How can you believe anything a man says in bed!” And what kind of Hehuan Sect disciple does 1v1? Stop making up lies about me! ★After Being Coerced and Possessed by the Villain, I Gave Up★ Rong Qianyi transmigrates into an old-fashioned, angst-filled romance novel as the cool beauty pursued and possessed by the villain. The original character is pure as ice and snow. After the major villain kidnaps him and takes him back to his manor, he refuses to give in even if it kills him. He and the villain go through the same old routine again and again: he runs, the villain chases, and he can't escape. After being tortured in body and spirit eight hundred times, he finally gets away and falls into the male lead's arms. Rong Qianyi recalls the original plot, takes another look at the soft, comfortable bed, and slowly lies down. Free money without having to work, and meals brought right to him. Running away from a life this good, even for a moment, would be disrespecting himself. The only drawback is that Yan Zhaohui is a little difficult to please. Rong Qianyi looks at the villain before him, whose looks and figure are exactly his type, and gives him an alluring smile. How exciting, when a handsome man has a bit of a temper. He likes a wildcat, right? Rong Qianyi is happy to play along and indulge the villain's little hobby. * Rumor has it that Regent Yan Zhaohui is unpredictable and ruthless, a madman everyone avoids. Everyone thinks Rong Qianyi won't last three months after entering the prince's manor. Even Yan Zhaohui's own people worry about when he'll play the man to death, and urge him to let him go. Yan Zhaohui looks at that face and ignores every warning. His expression unreadable, he writes out eight hundred plans to threaten and entice him. Beautiful people like pearls and jade, so Yan Zhaohui brings several chests of gold and silver to the beauty's door. All he gets in return is a look of disgust. “You're trampling on my dignity. A vulgar person like you will never understand me!” Yan Zhaohui's face turns cold and he sweeps away, but that night his subordinate tells him the beauty is sleeping soundly atop the treasure. Yan Zhaohui: ? The beauty is homesick, so Yan Zhaohui immediately summons eight chefs to prepare a feast of food from his hometown to ease his longing. All he gets in return is a cold laugh. “What would someone like you know about feelings? Even if you get my body, you'll never get my heart!” Yan Zhaohui turns pale with anger and sweeps away. But just as he leaves the courtyard, his subordinate tells him the beauty has already devoured a huge pork knuckle. Yan Zhaohui: ?? Just as Yan Zhaohui begins to wonder whether something has possessed the beauty, Rong Qianyi can't keep up the act any longer. The villain in the original story got a hearty meal eight times a night. Here, all he gets is cabbage and tofu. Who could put up with that? He takes matters into his own hands and teaches the villain how to win a beauty over with sex. If it doesn't work the first time, try twice. If it still doesn't work, take a good look at yourself. Maybe you're the one who can't perform? Yan Zhaohui: ??? Theme: Your choices determine your fate.