The Infrastructure King

My next novel, The Age of Spiritual Qi Revival, is now updating.

Blurb: Zhao Xingyin was reborn from ten years in the future, when demons ran rampant, back to 2022, just as spiritual qi revival was beginning. At the time, he was an archaeology graduate student accompanying his advisor on a tomb excavation. Buried in the tomb was a general from a thousand years ago, who would become the Iron-Clad Ghost King, the guardian of Shangzhou City for the next ten years.

Zhao Xingyin secretly opened the tomb's stone gate. He didn't want the Ghost King to toil away protecting those people, only to be met with suspicion and scheming, then die alongside a blood-devouring demon cultivator in battle.

Xiao Rushan, whose thousand-year slumber had been disturbed, opened his beautiful red eyes. "Who are you?"

Zhao Xingyin opened his mouth and, as if possessed, lied. "I'm your lover." Then he declared with confidence, "I've come back from ten years in the future. I'll take you away from here."

"Little liar," Xiao Rushan thought, but he didn't call him out. He hadn't been outside in a long time, and he did want to see what the world was like now.

Zhao Xingyin led the Ghost King out of the tomb. But when the Ghost King saw someone injured, he went to help. When he saw someone doing evil, he tried to stop them. He even took it upon himself to protect the growing number of people struggling to survive the cataclysm brought on by spiritual qi revival.

Watching Xiao Rushan stride forward without hesitation, Zhao Xingyin thought: In life, he protected the common people. Even in death, he still watches over them, but no one protects him. As for the ambitious schemers waiting to make their move, if all they want is fame and profit, Zhao Xingyin can handle them himself.

A shou who thinks he's calculating but is actually sweet and soft X A thousand-year-old ghost, beautiful, strong, and dominant

This novel's blurb: Zhao Chunyang transmigrated into the BL novel his younger sister wrote, right at the critical moment when he was about to do something improper.

He took one look at the handsome man on the bed and slipped away in silence.

Fate hadn't treated him too badly. At least, after transmigrating, he'd become an emperor. He had no shortage of food or clothes, and could enjoy the best of everything this era had to offer.

Not so fast.

Could someone explain why the Xiongnu had seized the border, why there were three kingdoms in the Central Plains, and why powerful clans dominated the imperial court?

His younger sister had transmigrated too, and was about to be sent to the Xiongnu for a political marriage. Crying, she said, "I have the complete outline. There needs to be dramatic conflict, and even the supporting characters need perfect character designs. If they're not princes or heirs to noble families, how can they show their faces?"

Zhao Chunyang: "Heh."

Zhao Chunyang had just finished writing a male-oriented novel about a struggle for supremacy, so he hurriedly upgraded the weapons, drove back the Xiongnu, and rescued his sister.

After that, improving agriculture, establishing industry, and promoting education kept him so busy he nearly lost his mind.

The handsome man who had once lain on his bed, Su Ziyu, insisted on asking him, "Your Majesty, why did you suddenly leave that day?"

Zhao Chunyang replied righteously, "The thought of Jiangdong and Xishu being occupied by traitors has left me unable to eat or sleep."

Su Ziyu said, "I am willing to help ease Your Majesty's burden and restore your land to you."

Zhao Chunyang looked at Su Ziyu's slight build and silently swallowed the words, "Can you really do that?"

As it turned out, he really could.

Later, Zhao Chunyang asked Su Ziyu, "You're so capable. Why were you in my bed back then?"

Su Ziyu stroked Zhao Chunyang's temples. "Of course, I was there to assassinate the emperor."

That was close.

A shou with maxed-out transmigration skills VS a cruel, possessive seme

Theme: Transmigrate to ancient times, build infrastructure, improve people's lives, end the chaos, and then fall in love. Perfect.