Word is that the precious son of the Xiao family, raised deep in the mountains and kept hidden from the world all these years, has come home. His stepmother's position is suddenly in danger...
At the mahjong table, the wealthy ladies all turn to the beautiful woman in the qipao.
Liu Xiangling plays a One Bamboo tile and rolls her eyes. "Thanks for asking, but my Ziyin has a heart of crystal and a disposition as pure as jade. He's so kind he wouldn't even step on an ant, unlike certain spoiled, domineering heirs~"
In the days before Xiao Ziyin came home, he skipped school to go clubbing, stayed out all night, and scrawled talismans everywhere, claiming the feng shui down the mountain was bad.
The tycoons watching the show: He's a lost cause. The Xiao boy's gone mad.
A few months after Xiao Ziyin came home, he was raising great demons in a dog cage, while evil spirits and sinister forces for a hundred miles around trembled in fear.
As strange calamities erupted everywhere, only Harbor City remained peaceful and serene, with plenty of good food to go around. The various powers finally sensed something was up and came knocking, hoping to ask Xiao Ziyin for a few of his "ghostly scribbles."
On the Nth day after Xiao Ziyin came home, he livestreamed himself tearing up a marriage contract. The comments filled the screen with "Divine handsome brother, marry me!" Social media crashed instantly, and even the old men whose every stomp could shake the balance of power in the capital were left stunned by the news.
The old men were heartbroken. "He's a young celestial master! Heaven knows how much merit our ancestors accumulated to earn us his protection in this lifetime! How could we let him slip away?"
No. If they couldn't win the young celestial master back, they might as well die.
Later, the grandsons whose engagements had been broken gazed at Xiao Ziyin, radiant as the bright moon, cool and languid, as if he were an immortal banished from heaven. They could no longer hide their possessive desire.
The deep and obsessive nouveau riche heir, the cold and abstinent suit-wearing brute, the refined professor who was polite in public and a scoundrel in private... Their advances came fast and furious, forcing Xiao Ziyin to summon a "powerful ghost" as a shield.
Liu Xiangling clicked her tongue. "A bunch of respectable-looking perverts! None of them are worthy of our Ziyin!"
The ladies chimed in together. "Exactly! Old cows eating young grass, shameless! Ziyin, come to Auntie's bowl... I mean, arms!"
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Before ascending to immortality, Xiao Ziyin faced a trial that tested his heart amid the mortal world.
When he failed the trial, his body perished and his soul returned a hundred years later, inhabiting the body of a young son of the Xiao family who shared his name and was born with yin eyes that could see ghosts.
The ghosts were always lingering around him, muttering that he was "the king's bride" and would sooner or later pass through the gates of the underworld to marry into the Netherworld Palace.
Xiao Ziyin laughed.
Was the king they meant that guy he bullied all night until he couldn't even get up~
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As the lanterns lit up the night,
Xiao Ziyin lifted his phoenix eyes and traced a finger over the man's sexy Adam's apple, smiling. "My king, what role would you like to play tonight?"
"The blood-soaked nouveau riche heir, the muscular suit-wearing brute tied up and on his knees, or perhaps..."
With silver hair falling to his shoulders, the man gazed at the beautiful youth, as ethereal as an immortal and bewitching as a demon. His breathing grew slightly unsteady. "Ziyin, I won't transform into anyone else to seduce you ever again! This time, let me take the lead myself, all right?"
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[Content warnings]
A languid, flirtatious beauty of a young celestial master top x an extremely dominant ghost king bottom. One-on-one romance, but the top has a whole crowd of admirers. No switching and no mutual pairing.
A chaotic stew with tons of original worldbuilding, a very loosely structured setting, no horror, and a focus on romance!
I'll add more if I think of anything else! Please don't nitpick the details!
Blurb written on January 27, 2024
Revised on September 12, 2026
Theme: All living beings are equal, and everything has a spirit
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