Offering to the Gods [Male-Male Romance]

By Xianli

“Coming down to the mortal realm means losing your powers, and you still have to earn merit. You'll work yourself to death, kid, and no one will even bury you!”

Yin Sitan crouched down, carefully tying up his pack. He grinned brightly. “There's land everywhere, even out in the middle of nowhere. That's just how I like it.”

“That's where you're being unreasonable! You act like a bolt of heavenly lightning would actually kill you. Why are you so determined to throw your life away?”

“I'm here for fun. I'm grateful for all the immortals who look after me.” Yin Sitan sprang to his feet, straightened his clothes, then wiggled his backside excitedly and plunged without looking back into a jade-green pool rimmed with ice.

“What fun? Hey! You forgot your stuff!”

“My goodness! What an indecent sight... Who ties a bow on something like that?”

“Watch out, don't hit the swan! You'll crush it to death!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Just like the son of Divine Official Zehong, rushing into everything...”

‖One-on-one, younger love interest, happy ending, raising him

‖An invincible powerhouse & a fallen immortal

‖Entirely fictional setting

‖I won't abandon this story~

Rainwater slid from the roof tiles, washing away the mud and dust that had gathered over the years, then fell mercilessly onto a filthy little child below. His straw-like hair was soaked, clumping against his face, but he seemed not to notice. He sat motionless, hugging his knees in the corner of an alley.

In shape and in its gray-brown coloring, he looked just like a curled-up silkworm.

His short-sleeved shirt was thinner than a rag, and no matter how far he tugged it down, it could not keep out the bone-deep cold. His thin little arms were already red from the chill.

People passed by in a steady stream, but no one spared him a glance.

Under his paper umbrella, Yin Sitan paused briefly, then never looked back again.

Clang

A crisp echo rang out as something dropped into a dented iron bowl.

The frail figure flinched and curled in on himself. Then, in disbelief, he slowly raised his head. His dirt-covered face nervously searched the area, but all he could hear was the rush of hurried footsteps.

“No matter how bleak your beginning, never let down the people dearest to you.”

He woke up, only to find that even the dream was gone.

Theme: Harmony above all