I Was Reborn as the Immortal Venerable's Defiant Disciple

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The mighty Demon Venerable Feng Wujing has actually been reborn as a disciple under the foremost leader of the righteous path in the Immortal Realm!

Would you put up with such humiliation if you were in his shoes?

Feng Wujing swore that once he returned to the Demon Realm, he would sweep through the Immortal Realm and wipe out those righteous dogs who had kept him under house arrest!

So Feng Wujing tried every means he could think of, intent only on returning to the Demon Realm.

Mighty Senior Brother: You were born here. If anyone from the Demon Realm dares to hurt you, I'll kill his whole family!

Feminine Second Senior Brother: Little Junior Brother, don't go. When you were little, you loved playing dress-up with your senior brother.

Though Feng Wujing's memories were incomplete after being reborn, he had no doubt about who he had been in his previous life. Looking at the two self-important men before him, Feng Wujing sneered and drew his long saber.

White-Robed Master: Don't go. The demonic cultivators hurt your memories in the past. You are a native of the Immortal Realm.

Feng Wujing: ...?

Gazing at Gu Langqing's enticing neck, bared to the air, Feng Wujing quietly put away his saber and gave a well-behaved smile. "All right, Master. I won't leave."

The memories of Feng Wujing's previous life gradually returned, but he still delighted in playing the role of a rebellious disciple who dared to defy his master, wanting to find out what kind of trick Gu Langqing was playing.

Until one day, Feng Wujing discovered that his two clueless senior brothers were actually a pair of fake people Gu Langqing had conjured out of thin air.

Unbidden, hazy images of passion between the sheets surfaced in his mind, and the other protagonist was Gu Langqing.

At last, Feng Wujing took advantage of a dark, windy night to sneak into Gu Langqing's room, only to find him curled up on the bed, his face twisted with pain as he called Feng Wujing's name.

The marriage flowers bloom, the red thread of fate snaps. Life after life, they remain inextricably entangled.

Later, Feng Wujing tore off Gu Langqing's hypocritical mask, his eyes full of amusement. "Immortal Venerable Gu, if your goal is to unite the Immortal and Demon Realms, why not ask me to help? We are a match made only once in a lifetime."

Gu Langqing rested a foot lightly against Feng Wujing's pale chest. "Demon Venerable, do you think I can't manage on my own without you?"

Feng Wujing gripped his icy ankle and curled his lips into a smile.

If Gu Langqing wouldn't yield, then Feng Wujing would make him weep and tremble, submitting beneath him for all eternity.

Reader's Guide:

The protagonist is no saint. The Immortal Venerable is a hypocrite, a white lotus with a dark heart; the Demon Venerable is a crazy, unhinged lunatic.

Upcoming contemporary danmei novel, bottom protagonist: "Chasing the Cruelty":

The first time Yan Qi met He Zhui was at a bar across the Atlantic. The lights blazed brilliantly, and the lead dancer moved with an alluring blend of innocence and sensuality, her arms raised and twined behind her neck, her gaze seemingly capable of looking down on all creation in an instant.

A perfectly ordinary business discussion lost all its color in the scorching, fiery presence of He Zhui.

He Zhui's husky voice lingered by Yan Qi's ear. "Would you like to have a drink with me?"

Yan Qi thought it was just a chance encounter that would come to nothing. But after flying back to the company, he saw an absolutely stunning figure from behind at the bar.

He Zhui turned around, the exact same seductive smile from the runway that day playing on his lips. "I've invested in your company, President Yan. I look forward to working with you."

Later, the man hummed a familiar tune softly, a faint smile on his lips, reckless and dangerous. Between verses, he tilted the glass in his hand, and the rich red wine slowly trickled down his chiseled jaw, landing on his chest before sliding lower...

"You know I'm a bad person."

*

He Zhui, a young man who had made his mark early, invested in a company on the verge of collapse. The company's owner had died of illness the year before, and the naive young Yan Qi had taken over temporarily. He had neither skill nor ability, only a pretty face.

He Zhui naturally looked down on someone like that. But after making a bet with his friends over tea, he began to tease and pursue Yan Qi, entirely of his own accord.

Under immense pressure, Yan Qi grew more and more capable. With He Zhui's help, he turned the company into a thriving business. He Zhui had to admit that Yan Qi had boundless potential.

...Perhaps he wasn't just playing around anymore.

But when he was ready to propose to Yan Qi, all he got in return was Yan Qi's furious rebuke.

"What do you take me for? A bet, a topic of conversation at dinner, a little pet you can summon and dismiss whenever you please?"

"He Zhui, get the hell out."

Starts during National Day.

Theme: Take responsibility for the world.