After Dumping the Chief Disciple of the Immortal Sect Three Times

My new novel, I Open a Restaurant in the Cultivation World, is now underway! Xie Yao, a System-bound traveler to small worlds, is a masterful actor and skilled at faking his death. With his flawless, exquisite face, he thrives in his mission worlds. That is, until one day, in the same world, he receives three missions in a row: Mission One: Get a tear from Yan Ming. Xie Yao: "Easy. Just watch me." Mission Two: Get Yan Ming to say, "I love you." Xie Yao: "Why is it you again? Well, luckily, I have a plan." Mission Three: Make Yan Ming feel genuine happiness. Xie Yao: "Oh, you bastard! Did your family make the System or something? Just you wait. I'll show you how good I am at romance!" In the end... Xie Yao: "I was wrong, okay? I was wrong, boss. I'll come clean, I'll confess everything. Could you go easy on me...? Ow! QAQ" Yan Ming, young sect master of Huangji, the cultivation world's foremost sect, is peerlessly handsome, supremely talented, and richer than kings... but cursed with a deadly fate. Several of his prospective dao companions have died over the past few years, each on the eve of their bond ceremony. Once the cultivation world's most eligible bachelor... ahem, its most promising young talent, he has become a man everyone fears and a perennial bachelor, a thorn in the side of countless matchmakers. And yet someone is actually pursuing him, sobbing and pleading to become his dao companion? Xie Yao, the suitor: Thanks for asking. I'm at Huangji, and I just finished the wedding ceremony. In theory, once we've shared this cup of wine, I should be able to make a perfect exit. But now... My dao companion has uncovered my secret identity. In this situation, how can I make him feel genuine happiness? Waiting for answers. It's urgent. A scheming beauty who swindles both money and affection, the uke x a black-bellied seme who believes in "what goes around comes around" A goofy, sweet little story Content notes: 1. There is a secondary couple, but they have little page time. 2. There is childbirth, much later in the story, through a mystical method. [Please add my upcoming novel to your reading list. It will be out soon!] I Open a Restaurant in the Cultivation World After transmigrating into a good-for-nothing-style power fantasy novel, Yu Xiaotan hoped to get a taste of cultivation. He never imagined his aptitude would be even worse than that of the good-for-nothing male lead. Kicked out of the sect, Yu Xiaotan reluctantly returned home. The moment he stepped inside, he was horrified: The multistory building that used to be their restaurant had become a thatched wooden hut. The ten acres of fertile farmland that used to be their estate had shrunk to a patch of dirt no bigger than a manhole cover. The elderly, sickly uncle grasped his hand, his voice faint: "Xiaotan, don't... don't be sad. We definitely didn't sell everything we owned to pay for your cultivation..." Yu Xiaotan: "... QAQ" Just then, a voice rang in his ear: [Beep! All-Purpose Management System activated. Host, build the most famous estate in the entire cultivation world.] The System can do it all. It provides spirit seeds, spiritual materials, and spirit beasts, and the dishes you make even grant stat boosts. [Fortune +1] [Aptitude +1] [Looks +1] Ever since Yu Xiaotan started eating dishes made with the System's ingredients, his constitution improved, he grew more beautiful, his father's beloved came back to him, and the uncle was cured. Even the sect that had expelled him came begging, pleading with him to add a couple more drops of soy sauce to their stir-fry, for the stat boosts. The restaurant became famous throughout the cultivation world, drawing in hordes of devoted fans. The villains' eyes shifted as they hatched a wicked plan: The owner looks so frail. Why don't we just... Before they could finish planning, a sharp cry rang out. A fierce sword glow tore through the air. The sword cultivator, dressed in white as pure as snow, stood proudly among the clouds, elegant and handsome. Holding up a mud-covered hoe, he smiled and asked, "Xiaotan, I've finished harvesting the vegetables. What should I do next?" The evil cultivators: "!!!" Isn't that the "former young sect master" of the number one sect, whose cultivation was supposedly crippled? Those injuries that even the Medicine Immortal couldn't heal... have they really recovered completely in this little estate? When Yu Xiaotan first took in Ji Chuchen, he just wanted to hire someone to do odd jobs around the estate. By the time he found out this man was the male lead of a power fantasy novel, Ji Chuchen had already shed his gloomy, suspicious personality from the original story and become an all-purpose housekeeper, skilled at every chore from sweeping to tidying the courtyard. Yu Xiaotan: ... That... might actually work? He never imagined that Ji Chuchen seemed considerate and gentle on the surface, but was hiding a secret in his heart. Ji Chuchen: I want to do the estate owner. :) [Second upcoming novel] No One Is Better at Being a Slacker Than Me Xie Chaoshen's dream was to be a lazy fish, lying in a little puddle on the beach and basking in the warm sun without moving for the rest of his life. But after he transmigrated to the cultivation world, he found himself in the middle of a deathbed entrustment. A woman, covered in wounds, clutched his robe with all her strength. "Junior... Brother, Changsheng Sect... and Xuan'er... are counting... on you..." The woman sprayed a faceful of blood-flecked spittle on Xie Chaoshen. Before he could even recover, he had been shoved into the position of sect master of Changsheng Sect. Xie Chaoshen: "..." Well, well. Would you look at that. Being a sect master is exhausting. Raising a child is even more exhausting. After three years of secret struggles against the schemers within the sect, Xie Chaoshen was utterly drained and decided to quit. He took a fake-death pill and summoned his senior disciple, the very "orphan" entrusted to him all those years ago. In a pitiful voice, he said, "Xuan'er, your master has reached the end of his life. Changsheng Sect is... is counting on you..." Before he could finish, his head lolled and his hand went slack. Perfect. Being a lazy fish feels great. Being a lazy fish is the best. Being a lazy fish... What the hell? Xie Chaoshen lay in his homemade recliner, staring blankly at the senior disciple who had come looking for him. His throat bobbed a few times. "Xuan'er, I thought I..." The senior disciple lowered his eyes. "Master, I've been overthrown." Xie Chaoshen: "..." Senior disciple: "I did it willingly." Xie Chaoshen: "..." Senior disciple: "Why fight for power? Isn't it better to be a lazy fish?" Xie Chaoshen: "Get lost..." The senior disciple threw himself against the rocking chair with a thump, tears streaming down his face. "Master, I don't want to work hard anymore. I don't want to be sect master at all. I want to bask in the sun... Master, this chair looks great. Can I lie in it for a while?" Xie Chaoshen: "... First, tell me who's the current sect master." The senior disciple quietly named the schemer. This man was cunning, deceitful, and utterly wicked. Xie Chaoshen's vision went black. Why is it so hard to be a lazy fish? A slacker master forced to shoulder the burden, the uke x a black-bellied disciple who says, "Of course I'm just pretending" A real slacker versus a fake slacker. Whoever gets back on their feet first loses. Theme: Even when faced with hardships and obstacles, we must face challenges head-on, ride the tide, and forge a future.