When a Shonen Manga Hero Transmigrates into a Flowery Novel's Master

The blurb was screenshotted and archived on 2020.11.15

Flower-market fiction is a genre that keeps things below the neck. A cool and aloof master is the most dangerous profession in the flower market, and a prize everyone fights over: the target of a disciple gone dark, a rival Demon Venerable, and a childhood friend who always loses.

Legend has it that these masters often suffer a flare-up of their special constitution, falling from lofty, untouchable flowers to cauldrons anyone can bully. Then they get paired off one-on-one, or one against many.

Yun Tang was an utterly ordinary cool and aloof master. In six months, his cauldron constitution would flare up. All the contenders were rubbing their hands together, eager to get close to him.

That is, until a shonen-style hero transmigrated into his body.

When his disciple and the Demon Venerable faced off in a tense showdown, the hero split the two sides apart with a sword strike and shouted, "You're all my friends!"

When the cauldron constitution flared up, the hero shoved his friend away and gritted his teeth. "Is this the trial Heaven has given me? Just you wait! I will never give in! If I give in here... I won't be able to protect my friends!"

When his disciple, gone dark, tried to imprison him, the hero launched into a heartfelt speech. "I know your pain. You used to be such a gentle person. Even if you treat me like this, in my heart you're still that lonely child you once were. I'm willing to feel your pain, and I'm willing to protect you through it. You may want to imprison me, but I can see that your heart is crying. How about we become friends again?"

When a junior fellow disciple with a cauldron constitution joined the sect and everyone gathered around to mock him, the hero said, "You can insult me, but you can't insult my friend!"

The junior fellow disciple, who had transmigrated from a dark fantasy novel on Dianjia: ?

Theme: Touch the flower market with the power of friendship