Not For

Originally titled “The Villainous Cultivator Got a Child After Losing a Battle”

The demonic cultivator Ning Buwei was arrogant and haughty. His Vermilion Bird Saber drank the blood of seventeen provinces, and everyone in the cultivation world feared and trembled at the mention of his name.

One hundred and twenty sects of the Righteous Alliance joined forces to hunt him down. Ning Buwei was defeated, fell into the Endless River, and disappeared.

He woke up by the river with his Vermilion Bird Saber shattered, his cultivation gone, and a hungry, wailing baby in his arms.

Ning Buwei had been born without a heart or feelings. He was about to toss the child aside when he discovered that the baby shared his bloodline. It was his own son, no question about it.

The great villain's expression cracked.

After narrowly escaping death, the once-invincible demonic cultivator busied himself with restoring his cultivation, repairing his treasured saber, and... frantically raising a son.

His son was born with a Golden Core, but still cried when he was supposed to cry and peed when he was supposed to pee. When he got angry, one little foot could kick his cultivation-less father three zhang away.

The demonic cultivator had had enough of the miserable daily grind of feeding his son rice paste and changing his diapers. By chance, he saw the image of the child's mother in his son's sea of consciousness: tall, graceful, and as beautiful as a celestial being. Ning Buwei was certain she must be very good at changing diapers.

So Ning Buwei changed his appearance, picked up his son, who wet the bed every day, and went to the sect where the child's mother lived, delivering the baby from a thousand miles away.

Just as Chu Jun, the grand-uncle of Wushi Sect, the cultivation world's foremost sect, emerged from five hundred years of seclusion, someone blocked the entrance to his cave abode.

Ning Buwei held his son and stared at the cold beauty in front of him, who had nothing but good looks and no cultivation at all. His expression cracked again.

The child's mother was a man.

And he looked like he had no idea how to change diapers. (Important!)

Chu Jun looked at the low-level, lonely, helpless young disciple before him. Before he could speak, someone shoved a chubby baby into his arms.

“Your son,” Chu Jun said, speaking for the first time in five hundred years.

“No, he's your son,” Ning Buwei replied, firm as a nail.

Later on.

Ning Buwei: The kid's dad has nothing going for him but his looks.

Chu Jun: The kid's dad has nothing going for him but his appetite.

[Little skit] Ning Xiu, a cultivation prodigy, grew up and told people about his two famous fathers.

“When I was little, our family was so poor that we had to split one Nourishing Essence Pill into three pieces, one for each of us.”

“My two dads washed diapers by hand in the middle of winter.”

“They fought for three days and three nights over which one I called Dad first.”

“...So I went hungry for three days and three nights.”

“Thanks. They're both my real dads.”

Flashy, arrogant, domineering, violent demonic cultivator (bottom) × cold, aloof, beautiful grand-uncle of the sect (top)

Synopsis written on August 3, 2021

[Reading notes]

1. An unconventional pregnancy story. The child appeared by accident, born from the essence of Heaven and Earth.

2. Although the synopsis is lighthearted, the story is tagged as serious drama. It has both sweet and angsty moments.

3. Raising the child and the main plot progress together, with the focus occasionally shifting as the story develops.

4. This is a slow-burn story. The grand-uncle is obsessed with secluded cultivation, so at first he and the demonic cultivator can only have an “online romance.” They'll meet in person when the time is right.

Upcoming story “The Immortal Lord Ascends with a Rebellious Bone” is open for follows:

When the Immortal Lord Hengyuan was cultivating the Dao, he once severed a hand. His resentment, obsession, and delusions gathered in it, and its flesh, blood, and bones each transformed into a demonic body. They drifted across three thousand six hundred realms, bringing calamity to the world.

The Immortal Lord personally descended to exterminate the demons. All three thousand six hundred incarnations were destroyed, leaving only half a broken bone, which vanished without a trace.

With a great calamity approaching, Hengyuan sent a sliver of his soul down to the mortal world, intending to grind that disobedient fragment of bone into powder.

The barrier was destroyed, the Eight Trigrams formation backfired, and countless mysterious cultivators appeared one after another. All seventeen provinces were thrown into turmoil.

After his father disappeared and his siblings were scattered, Ning Xiu blundered into the Eight Trigrams formation. He found a weak sword spirit, glimpsed a hint of what was to come inside the formation, and fought his way out with saber and sword.

At first, no one paid any attention to this strange little cultivator from the lower realm.

His spiritual roots were riddled with cracks, his dantian was artificial, and his soul wavered as if it could scatter at any moment. He was like a clay doll built of sand.

And yet this utterly ordinary little cultivator took up his broken saber and broken sword, led a bunch of hotheaded young men, and fought his way into the Nine Provinces.

The Immortal Lord Hengyuan was summoned to quell the chaos. His clear eyes moved slightly and settled on Ning Xiu.

“Give me back my dad!” Ning Xiu faced him, killing intent plain in his eyes.

Hengyuan looked at the rebellious half-finger bone that had once been his middle finger, his expression strange. “If you want to acknowledge me as your father, that's fine too.”

The broken saber, broken sword, and countless formations came crashing down on him.

“Go dream about being my mother!” For once, Young Immortal Lord Ning cursed.

Later, the sliver of soul Hengyuan had reclaimed kept clamoring to see Ning Xiu. For some peace and quiet, Hengyuan took on the appearance of a sword spirit.

As soon as he walked in, someone pulled him into a tight embrace.

The young immortal who had once pointed at him and cursed him was now gentle and affectionate, tending his wounds, applying medicine, and casually badmouthing someone else.

“That old Hengyuan is shameless.”

“His eyes have no color. Could he be blind?”

“I've never seen anyone so ugly.”

“Minghe, stay away from him, okay?”

The Immortal Lord Hengyuan himself: …

The real big shot, emotionless and loveless top (Hengyuan/Minghe) × the bottom, kind-faced but ruthless, who is only looking for his dad (Ning Xiu)

The big shot himself and his rebellious little fragment of bone

Theme: Keep working hard even when you're at rock bottom.