The Ailing Beauty Master Doesn't Want to Clear His Name

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Jun Xun transmigrates again, this time as the villainous master of the protagonist.

This sickly master somehow has plenty of energy to mistreat the protagonist at every turn, driving him to become a villain. In the end, the master is imprisoned and tortured in return, then dies with his soul scattered.

The System tells Jun Xun that his mission this time is to redeem the villainous master and save the protagonist so he can become a god.

Jun Xun, a troublemaker who has never once completed a mission, is a professional villain through and through. He tears up the script on the spot.

Why help someone else when becoming a god yourself sounds so much better?

Becoming a god is a guaranteed win. Even if I die, I won't lose :)

A beautiful, arrogant maverick suddenly appears in the cultivation world.

Today, he challenges the Demon Lord and steals the treasured saber he never lets out of his sight.

Tomorrow, he teases a sage and lifts the mask the man never takes off.

The day after...

The day after that, he drags his disciple into the Demonic Abyss, and both of them come back in one piece!

Everyone is stunned. They assume this menace will be universally reviled, but the Demon Lord, the Sage, the prodigies of the immortal sects, the masters of the righteous path, and even the villainous bosses all crowd around him, confessing their feelings in public.

Meanwhile, the protagonist he was supposed to be "abusing" corners him when a swarm of admirers comes calling.

He bends down and gently kisses Jun Xun's unfeeling lips, whispering intimately, "...Master, had enough fun?"

Jun Xun, the person in question: ...I'm a villain! What is wrong with all of you???

Not interested. Goodbye. Stay away from me :)

Whenever Rong Hua saw his bargain-bin master, he would secretly plot how to destroy him and make him suffer the punishment he deserved.

But one day, he realized his master had changed.

He no longer gave Rong Hua a hard time. He didn't even care about him anymore.

Dressed in blazing red, he was bold and carefree, like a bewitching demon. With nothing but a sword, he turned the cultivation world upside down.

Everything in the world seemed to be no more than a plaything he could discard at any moment, reflected in those eyes.

Rong Hua: ...Oh no. I think I'm falling for him.

He realized he still wanted to defy his master and commit an unforgivable offense, only now it meant a different kind of "defiance," with flames raging in his heart, and a different kind of "unforgivable offense": being entwined with that man until death.

Come back, my god.

[CONTENT WARNINGS]

1. My own take on xianxia, with a mountain of original worldbuilding. The leads love and hate each other. One-on-one romance, happy ending.

2. The protagonist is a madman, arrogant and unruly, using his beauty to get away with murder. At first, he thinks like a classic villainous boss. It will take time for him to change _(:з"∠)_

3. The author is a sucker for pretty faces, so all the main characters are beauties. The logic is kindergarten-level. I wrote this for fun.

Coming soon: xianxia romance novel

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The Ex-Husbands Who Attained the Dao Want Me to Regret It

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★Third-person narration★

Beneath the city walls, demons descend in an endless horde.

The Immortal Venerable is covered in wounds from protecting the people. On the brink of death, he takes my hand.

He says, "Xue Ye... All these years, did you ever love me, even a little?"

I glance at the sun and smile gently. "Hurry up and die. I've got another appointment."

The Immortal Venerable grits his teeth. "...Where else are you going?"

Me: "The Demon Venerable, the Devil Venerable, and the Sage all made plans with me today. If I don't go, they'll all die before I get there."

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I transmigrate into a disciple of the Hehuan Sect. The System tells me I was born with a bone of passion, and that all I have to do is win over Big Shots One, Two, Three, and Four, then trick them into dual cultivation with me. That way, I can break through one realm after another and ascend to immortality.

Me: "Thanks, but I'm swordsexual. All I want is to practice swordsmanship."

Me: "Oh, and I'm also terrified of people who are obsessed with romance."

So on the day I officially become an inner disciple, I open a sword manual and resolutely choose the path of the Heartless Dao.

System: "...?"

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But I still won over Big Shots One, Two, Three, and Four. Then, when they loved me most, I killed my husband to prove the Dao and successfully ascended.

The Immortal Realm is wonderful. No swarm of admirers, no annoying people obsessed with romance. At last, I can focus on sword practice.

But before I could enjoy myself for long, my mentally unstable ex-husbands dragged me back.

They take my hands and do everything they can to make me fall for them, hoping to prove that one of them is my true love.

Me: "Thanks, but I don't love people. I only love swords."

Then I raise my sword and stab everyone who won't leave me alone. Again.

I mean it.

I didn't expect my spirit sword to mean it, too.

So one night, a pretty boy slips into my bed.

In the cool moonlight, I reach for my sword and find nothing.

He gazes at me tenderly. "I know you love me so much that you trained desperately just to help me take human form so we could stay together forever..."

My sword is gone. I'm at a loss.

My silence is deafening.

I politely ask, "Sorry, could you turn back into a sword?"

Sword Spirit: "...?"

Me: "I'm sentimental. You're easy to use, and forging a new sword is such a hassle."

Sword Spirit: "QAQ"

Theme: The human heart is perilous, the Dao heart subtle. Focus on what matters, be wholehearted, and hold fast to the middle.