Reviving the Sect Through Alchemy [Book Transmigration]

[Coming soon: Plum Cake, "The Sickly Beauty Master's White Moonlight"]

//Younger top / carefree grandmaster bottom x purehearted, icy beauty sword cultivator top//

//Satisfying and sweet / running a sect like a business / farming theme//

Bu Zhen, a grandmaster alchemist from the Great World of Zixu, wakes up one morning to find himself inside a melodramatic novel.

The original owner fell for a man unrequitedly and ended up with a sword through the heart. Refusing to get caught up in melodrama, Bu Zhen decisively steers clear of romance to save his life.

His third-rate sect is so poor it's appalling. Time to get started on the great revival!

His original body's talent is hopelessly bad? Knowledge changes your destiny, so Bu Zhen gets his meridians cleansed on the spot.

Short on rare treasures? Sweep through a secret realm and find spirit beasts and spiritual veins in abundance. Win first place in a few competitions and magical treasures will be his in no time.

And cultivation techniques? Give me a break. He knows three thousand manuals by heart and stays up all night writing out hundreds of them.

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A divine grain sect called Shenhe has recently risen to prominence in a backward rural world. Rumor has it the sect leader can refine top-grade pills, the sect is rolling in wealth, and even its disciples can learn the finest cultivation techniques.

To get in, some people bring mountains of gold, some offer beauties and luxury cars, and some present rare treasures.

When it's the turn of a young, stone-faced sword cultivator, his ears turn red as he solemnly declares: I can raise birds.

Bu Zhen, aka Chirpy Chirpy: Tsk. My heart's suddenly fluttering.

Reader's guide:

1. The bottom is Chirpy Chirpy in his true form. The top appears in Chapter 3.

2. Ancient-style danmei. New book coming soon ↓

[Clumsy, devoted puppy-wolf top x gentle, carefree sickly beauty bottom]

When Fang Jie was found in the heavy snow, he fell in love with someone.

That person was a heaven-blessed prodigy who protected all living beings for thirty thousand years by himself. Then his black hair turned white as snow, and his sickly body was left shattered. Everyone admired and pitied him, yet no one could ever get close.

But only Fang Jie knew that this very same person would risk his life to go when he heard the empty tomb of his white moonlight had been destroyed.

He gripped his master's wrist until it reddened, then pleaded with him to stop. "The dead are gone for good. It's not worth it."

Yu Zhiying looked at his disciple. The little puppy-wolf he had carefully raised had somehow grown into a dazzling young sword cultivator, his face overlapping with a figure from his memories.

Suddenly, he asked, "Fang Jie, is there someone you love?"

Fang Jie fell silent, then nodded.

He asked again, "What kind of person are they?"

"He says he's stuck in the past. He doesn't want me, doesn't understand me, and doesn't love me."

"Then... what will you do?"

"I'll still hold on to him, protect him, and wait for him. Even if the seas change and the years turn, even if I'm no longer who I used to be."

Yu Zhiying extinguished the last glimmer in his eyes, then smiled again.

His white moonlight had indeed come back from the dead, just as wonderful as ever.

The only flaw was that he had forgotten him.

Theme: My fate is mine to decide, not Heaven's.