After the Immortal Venerable Picked Me Up, I Ascended While Lying Down

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The failed tribulation forced demonic lord Qiao Jizhi to be reborn back at the beginner village. He was placed in a small world full of immortal cultivators, then inexplicably picked up and taken home by an immortal cultivator, his demonic cultivator nemesis.

With no way to escape, and after failing to bomb the house or dig pits to annoy him, he learned to behave.

Qiao Jizhi: You want me to ascend? Dream on!

From then on, he brazenly occupied a certain Mahayana cultivator's land and started farming.

The former demonic lord, now a Golden Core cultivator, had this to say: What's cultivation? Never heard of it ovo

Jun Mu remained calm as he watched the little demonic cultivator, blessed by the Heavenly Dao and able to cultivate while sitting around.

Qiao Jizhi: Why isn't he worried at all? Doesn't he care about losing face? I'm so annoyed!

The inevitable result of two upright, single people spending so much time together, thinking about each other every day, and constantly running into one another:

They both fell in love.

Jun Mu: My little demonic cultivator deserves only the best!

Spirit plants below heavenly rank? Not good enough.

A spirit tool that's only a half-immortal artifact? Make do with it for now.

A ceremonial robe... If you don't mind wearing the rosy clouds along with it...

The rosy clouds, which only appeared at heavenly rank, drooped in dismay. Why is it you two again!

Qiao Jizhi: I'm just an utterly ordinary, useless little demonic lord with a Mahayana cultivator for a partner ovo

A certain demonic lord from another life, who once helped someone create the world: I can't bear to look.

At their bond-ceremony,

They each rode an ancient divine beast. Two divine-rank spirit swords brought along the divine beast clans, with the demonic lord who looked down on all three thousand worlds as their guard. The spectacle was unprecedented and would never be surpassed. Even a random blade of grass here was a rank most people would never see in their entire lives.

They swore that their love would endure as long as the heavens.

[Straight-laced, secretly passionate immortal venerable top x devoted demonic lord bottom]

Reader's guide:

1v1, both leads are each other's only partners, HE. The bottom falls first; the top realizes it late, then secretly pursues him.

The demonic lord who can't bear to look naturally chooses to play matchmaker.

About the cultivation levels:

Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Out of Body, Spirit Division, Integration, Tribulation Transcendence, Mahayana.

Upcoming story:

I Compete with the Plot to Build Roads

Xiao Zuibo is known to everyone as a madman. Rumor has it he'd even hack himself to pieces when he gets worked up. Poisoned and oppressed, he proceeded cautiously at every turn, but was repeatedly betrayed, fighting his way through brambles and thorns until he was covered in wounds. In the end, he killed his father and elder brother.

No one dares criticize this ruthless tyrant, who genuinely saved the entire nation.

He hated people more than anything, so he lived and died alone.

An Yimo transmigrated into a good-for-nothing cannon-fodder bastard son. He was also the An Prince's doomed consort, destined to die right after the wedding in the rumors that Xiao Zuibo was cursed by fate and fated to have only one partner in his life.

An Yimo, who hadn't made it off the operating table before transmigrating, said: He can still try a little harder. After all, having read the original story, he has complete faith in this kind-hearted man, Xiao Zuibo.

At first, afraid that surviving too long would change the plot, An Yimo stayed quietly in the background. All he could think about was Xiao Zuibo, and he hoped to keep him from suffering any more shocks. So he was perfectly content with things proceeding as normal, with everyone getting along just fine.

Later, An Yimo grew bolder. He secretly reached out his little patching-up hand and added just a tiny bit of room to maneuver.

The plot didn't change, but it did.

Xiao Zuibo discovered that every time he experienced life's many hardships on his way to success, on every dark and stormy night when he came home, someone would be waiting at the door to hold him.

That person naively believed that a hug could comfort him through the suffocation of being betrayed by the things he had once believed in.

But... Xiao Zuibo was even more naive. He was naive enough to believe in that naive man.

An Yimo watched as the God of War, Xiao Zuibo, tried for the Nth time to go around a pit and build a road, only to be forcibly redirected back into the plot for the N+1th time and made to endure every last thing he was supposed to. He paced back and forth in the room. "...It's over, it's over, it's over. This is where he completely falls into depravity and starts slaughtering everyone in the original story. What do I do? Can I still save him?"

Xiao Zuibo wrapped his coat tighter around himself at the courtyard gate. Why hasn't he come to hold me yet?

Three years later, the new emperor ascended the throne. The officials were preparing to persuade His Majesty to properly deal with An Yimo, who had humiliated him years ago, when they realized in alarm: their emperor was missing!

Xiao Zuibo lay at home, smiling as he watched his lover sleeping beside him. They want to go after my husband? Have they forgotten what made me famous throughout the world?

I want to rule the world, and I want to take you home with me.

1v1, both leads are each other's only partners, HE.

Political intrigue that doesn't require much brainpower. Fragile logic.

Entirely fictional setting.

Power struggles over the throne. Death and injury are inevitable.

Theme: Stay true to your original aspirations, and in the end you will attain the Great Dao and achieve something.