The Little Celestial Master of the Evil Spirits

I've read everyone's criticisms and suggestions, and I'm working hard to improve _(:з"∠)__ [I'm preparing to stockpile chapters for "I Got Famous After Entering the Entertainment Industry with Five Clay Jars." The blurb is below. If you like it, please add it to your reading list~] Bai Zhaoqian is said to have a body of extreme yin. He opened his Third Eye as a child and can see all manner of ghosts. On his eighteenth birthday, Bai Zhaoqian received a wedding contract, entirely white, from a man who said he wanted to marry him. Bai Zhaoqian tore up the contract. "What a lunatic." On his nineteenth birthday, Bai Zhaoqian received a bone ring. Ghostfire that had burned for ten thousand years at the bottom of the Netherworld's deepest sea blazed on it. It was priceless. Bai Zhaoqian tossed the bone ring aside. "What even is this?" At twenty, Bai Zhaoqian was about to die. In his dream, he lay in the darkness, surrounded by demons, rakshasas, and evil spirits. Their blood-red eyes watched him greedily, as if he were food. A tall figure slowly approached from afar, its cold light driving away every evil spirit. Feng Shi knelt on one knee. Holding the snow-white wedding contract in one hand, he lifted Bai Zhaoqian's hand with the other and slipped the bone ring onto his ring finger. "I can save you and let you share my ten thousand years of life." Bai Zhaoqian remained expressionless, surprisingly unmoved. "And then? That's it? I'm not interested." Feng Shi paused. A flicker of surprise and uncertainty crossed his icy face. After a moment of silence, he said, "Um, what if we split our marital assets in half? I have several billion cities' worth of gold, silver, and jewels..." Bai Zhaoqian: "Honey, save me!" Feng Shi: "..." - Bai Zhaoqian could tell at first glance that Feng Shi was a ghost. He assumed Feng Shi had saved him only because of his extreme-yin constitution, since the man looked so cold and heartless. But things didn't seem to be going the way he expected. "A Qian." Feng Shi leaned closer and gently tapped a few inches below Bai Zhaoqian's tailbone. His face was expressionless, yet Bai Zhaoqian could somehow see the satisfaction in it. "I want to carve a few words here. It won't hurt if I use magic." Bai Zhaoqian: What words? "Property of Feng Shi." Bai Zhaoqian, already spoiled rotten, kicked him right in the face. "Feng Shi, you've got some serious *@)&￥ issues." 1. A proud, feisty, money-loving little Daoist bottom who's rude to everyone, at home and out, x a cold, jealous, double-standard Ghost King top who spoils his husband. 1v1, both are each other's first love. The top is a split incarnation. Let's all read in peace and choose the version we like best. 2. A ghost-hunting story, with equal parts plot and romance. 3. A goofy, sweet little treat, perfect for reading before bed (if you're brave enough, OwO). [Coming soon] Title: "I Got Famous After Entering the Entertainment Industry with Five Clay Jars" Blurb: ※ In the north, fox immortals; in the south, the Wutong gods; to the southwest, poisonous insects; in the northwest, the Chuanqing people; in the northeast, household immortals sit in the hall; in the southeast, Mazu protects seafarers... As the sole heir of the Wutong gods' lineage, Tao Zhiyao received five old-fashioned clay jars the year his master passed away. His master's dying words: Child, you must work hard to make our lineage flourish. Tao Zhiyao: No way. I want to act. His master: ... (dies of anger) ☆☆☆ After burying his master, Tao Zhiyao officially entered the entertainment industry. He had no interest in promoting superstition. He was going to make a name for himself in show business! As the saying goes, where there's a will, there's a way. As expected, Tao Zhiyao became a total flop. ☆☆☆ To put food on the table, Tao Zhiyao had no choice but to dig out the dusty old clay jars and do the kind of work he had always considered a scam. Who knew he'd suddenly become popular? Directors who had won Golden Jar Awards, famous film and television investors, and newly popular boy-band idols all treated Tao Zhiyao like a star, surrounding him just to ask... "Master Tao, could you read my fortune, draw me a talisman, or check my feng shui?" Tao Zhiyao: (confused) What a strange turn of events. ☆☆☆ In the crew's private lounge for The Phoenix Rises and the Deer Calls, Xiao Wenzhai, the actor hailed by the public as a peerlessly beautiful, stone-faced god, was watching a live interview. On screen, Tao Zhiyao, dressed in a sky-blue robe, was gesturing as he explained his esoteric inheritance to the host. [As everyone knows, our southern (Wu)tong...] Xiao Wenzhai's expression sharpened. He murmured, "So you're gay too..." ☆☆☆ The day after the interview, Tao Zhiyao was getting ready for makeup when the dressing room door swung open amid excited squeals. He looked up and saw the "cute guy who's a little autistic but still adorable," whom he had once saved, stride over and put a bouquet of roses in his hands. "Um... can I pursue you?" Tao Zhiyao: Mo? (1) A reserved, refined, slightly autistic actor top x a sunny, carefree little fox bottom. 1v1, both are each other's first love, happy ending. (2) This story does not promote superstition. It's just for readers' entertainment, and to promote traditional folk culture (covering my bases here). (3) Primarily an entertainment-industry story with a plot driven by esoteric arts! But the romance is sweet! Theme: The right people will always meet, and the light of justice will one day shine on the truth