My Senior Brother Doesn't Want to Do This Anymore (Reborn)

Only after Jun Jiming was reborn did he learn that he had already died.

It was now six hundred years later.

His familiar friends and family sat high above among the clouds.

He gazed up from the mortal world, alone.

At first, he only wanted an answer:

Why had he died?

But later, Jun Jiming realized:

Getting an answer was far too difficult.

He could only draw his sword.

Six hundred years later, Jun Jiming's sword appeared once more across the Nine Provinces and Four Seas.

It cleaved the firmament and questioned the Yellow Springs. Its cold gleam had never dulled.

"I've said it before: only my sword is the sharpest in all the Nine Provinces."

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And there was a flower.

In his previous life, it clung to him, parasitizing him for a hundred years before taking human form and stubbornly seeking a master-disciple bond with him.

When they met again six hundred years later, Jun Jiming suddenly realized:

Little Flower wasn't the same as before.

The vine that had been with him for a hundred years coiled around his body, and countless longevity flowers bloomed everywhere.

"After parting with you, Master, I traveled across the Nine Provinces and Four Seas, all to trade for a chance to bring you back to life... I was right to bet on it, wasn't I?"

The vines around him tightened, binding his wrists and ankles...

Cold and clinging tightly to every inch of his skin.

Little Flower smiled and said, "You are my Master, my spirit lord... We are destined to be entwined forever."

"We will be together for countless millennia, forever."

Cover art authorized by: Fuyang Pavilion - Qi Duziqing

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◆ Upcoming novel, My Sword Cultivator Took Human Form, blurb

Chu Shengxue has a sword.

It drinks blood to gain its edge and slays demons and monsters.

He and his sword have admired ten thousand years of frost and snow at Bihua Palace, and climbed together to the lofty palaces of the Ninth Heaven.

His friends joked, "No one can match his devotion to the sword."

Beneath the pear tree, pale pink petals drifted through the air.

Chu Shengxue had just slain a demon that had tried to climb up from the Nine Abysses. He gently wiped his sword clean.

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"Your beauty surpasses mine by more than a little."

Then one morning, when he opened his eyes, what greeted him was not the familiar, icy blade.

It was a man.

Smiling eyes, completely naked.

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"I'll follow you into demonhood or immortality, and watch you enjoy ten thousand years."

"Even so, I still dare to dream of standing by your side."

◆ Upcoming novel, Once the Money's Settled, Let's Talk About Feelings, blurb

Qiu Cheng always thought the top donor in his livestream was a rich second-generation fool with more money than sense. Otherwise, why would he ignore all the skilled streamers and only check in on the channel of a casual player like him?

Besides, Qiu Cheng didn't show his face, compete, or run dungeons. His viewers called his livestream the perfect remedy for insomnia.

...There really wasn't much to watch.

But a fool with money to burn made a great person to chat with.

Late at night, Qiu Cheng would pull him into long talks about life and reminiscences of the past.

He had to admit, the rich fool was fun to be around.

Always there when called, never complaining.

Qiu Cheng was starting to feel a little something, so he turned down a confession from an upperclassman he'd only recently met.

Then he turned around and did a couples' quest with the rich fool.

But why...

Was the account ID the rich fool had brought out so familiar?

It looked a lot like the ID of an online friend he'd once played games with, but lost touch with ten thousand years ago.

And the more he listened, the more the rich fool's voice sounded like the upperclassman's.

Qiu Cheng wanted to run away again.

Theme: Life lasts a lifetime, plants bloom for a spring. All one can ask is to have no regrets.