I Conquer the Mystic Sect with My Beauty

The eldest disciple of Hengshan Sect, Cheng Jiuchuan, was a gentleman of noble character whose cultivation had reached the ninth level. All he needed was for his heavenly tribulation to arrive, and he could become an immortal.

No one expected that he would later fall from the righteous path and become a demon, only for the sect to destroy his spiritual roots with a single sword, leaving nothing behind.

Years of cultivation, ruined by a single thought.

Once a shining light of the cultivation world, the mighty cultivator Cheng Jiuchuan met a tragic end. Sick and reclusive, he lived in Brightmoon Valley for twenty years, as withered as a dry well and an old tree, never getting involved in affairs of the heart.

Until his senior brother, the sect leader, passed away, leaving behind a young nephew-disciple named Meng Jin. Cheng Jiuchuan was forced out of the valley to get back to work and look after the boy.

Young Master Meng was cool-tempered, aloof, and antisocial. He was always shutting himself away to cultivate.

Uncle-Master Cheng: "Young people need to get out and let loose. All that fighting out there is fun."

Isn't it satisfying to cut down demons and monsters?

Young Master Meng drew his sword and cut people down like melons. His enemies were terrified at the mere mention of him and fled at the sight of his shadow.

Uncle-Master Cheng: "..."

What a delightful surprise. Thrilling.

Young Master Meng fell for someone but couldn't bring himself to say anything, and it looked like someone else was about to steal them away. Uncle-Master Cheng panicked and dropped hint after hint, but finally said only, "Want me to tell them for you?"

Young Master Meng's dark eyes turned gloomy. After looking at him for a long while, he said, "Go ahead. I'll listen."

1. The love interest is younger.

2. The shou seems like a pretty face with no substance, but he's genuinely beautiful and genuinely powerful.

3. The gong isn't as proper as he looks.

4. Expect things like: "You act, I'll act too," "A melodramatic romance," and "Life and death are nothing, bring it on. When it comes to fighting, you need a partner."

5. No writing skills, no logic. Please don't show up and start giving writing advice. Let's spare each other.

Meng Jin (gong) X Cheng Jiuchuan (shou), one-on-one, HE. Also known as "A Few Tales of an Old Cultivator's Iron Tree Blossoming."

*Next upcoming novel: "Damn It! Grind Through Every Practice Exam, Ace the Test!"

After his family shoved him into G City No. 4 High School, which was packed with top students, the delinquent Young Master Xu was determined to work hard enough to rank second from the bottom, so people wouldn't ship him with that idiot at the top.

When his underlings in the brawling scene cried to him:

Xu Zhi: "At No. 4 High, anyone who doesn't study is an idiot. No time to fight. I'm off to tutoring."

When his gaming friends invited him to play:

Xu Zhi: "I'll grind wherever I'm weak. Mom won't have to worry about me coming in last anymore. Time to hit the books."

After a semester, Xu Zhi never gave up or backed down, and through sheer hard work managed to rank second from the bottom in the whole school.

His old underlings from his terrible school:

That's second from the bottom at No. 4 High. I wouldn't even dare dream of that.

No. 4 High's top student, Huo Chen, was flashy, dramatic, and sharp-tongued. The top students in every grade wanted to crush him in the exam hall, but they always ended up losing. It was hopeless.

After becoming Huo Chen's deskmate, people came up every day to praise Xu Zhi: gorgeous, handsome, sunny, cheerful, and a real heartthrob. Then they'd drawl, "Unlike some people, being good at studying isn't enough."

Huo Chen was smug. "No matter how great he is, he's mine."

His boyfriend.

A bottom who starts out as a bad student and then dominates through the story X a top student with a powerful rose-colored filter and even more powerful schemes

Theme: The fiery spirit of youth shines like the autumn sun and frost. Even after a hundred years, it still illuminates the land.