I Was Reborn After Betraying My Dao Companion

Lu Shi was born into poverty, and the only good luck in his life was winning the favor of a noble Dao companion. For his sake, he had killed, fled for his life, gnawed on tree bark, drunk filthy water, and slept in tombs. He had endured every hardship, only to die disastrously one year before the disaster that split the heavens came to an end. He died taking a blade meant for his Dao companion. As he blocked the strike, Lu Shi’s thoughts were simple: his Dao companion was different from ordinary people. He came from a noble family, and even after it fell into ruin, he had never given up his refined habits in food, clothing, shelter, and travel. Unlike Lu Shi, with his tough hide and thick skin, he probably couldn’t bear the agony of a blade piercing his guts. That one strike drained all his cultivation. Like a bird with broken wings, he plunged down as crimson blood bloomed in the air. His noble Dao companion was standing with the long-lost love he had finally found again, with no time to spare for him. Lu Shi felt a little desolate. So be it. Since his true love had come back, he should have died sooner and made room for them, instead of getting in the way. Life is full of surprises. Who could have guessed that he would come back to life ten thousand years later? Reborn, Lu Shi resolved never to get involved in life-threatening love again. But fate pushed him to relive his past, and little by little, he discovered... Things back then were nothing like he had thought! It seemed he was the real scumbag! Even worse, his noble Dao companion had appeared once more, demanding an explanation for what happened in their past life. Lu Shi: ...Help! P.S. This is not a melodramatic groveling-for-forgiveness story, but a tale of mutual pining. The author’s idea of a satisfying payoff is rather unusual, so the tags may be revised during the break. Coming soon: I Have a Register of Ghosts “People always ask me what the little booklet I carry around is. I just smile and say it’s a journal where I record my thoughts. But the truth is, it’s a Register of Ghosts.” “My great-grandfather’s grandfather was a famous Taoist priest during the Republic of China era. He had a mysterious notebook that supposedly sealed the vengeful spirits he encountered in his youth, the ones he couldn’t send to the afterlife. That notebook was called the Register of Ghosts. The spirits sealed inside were so full of resentment that opening it would bring disaster...” “Shihuai, I just wanted to borrow your English notes. If you didn’t take any, just say so. Why are you talking about The Grave Robbers' Chronicles in the middle of the night? You’re freaking me out...” her roommate complained. “Fine, I didn’t take any notes.” Jian Shihuai transmigrates to a parallel world with the Register of Ghosts passed down through his family. There is no mysticism or underworld bureaucracy here, only endless urban ghost stories, and the whole world is shrouded in a terrifying darkness. By chance, Jian Shihuai discovers that the Register can absorb the yin energy of this world. To feed the whole family of ghosts depending on him, the frail Jian Shihuai charges onto the front lines of the fight against the supernatural. Theme: True love stands the test of time