The Real Young Master Has a Special Way of Drawing Talismans

A lighthearted supernatural romance, updated nightly at 9 p.m. Any delays will be announced in the comments~

Jiang Yougou died while collecting Xuan Qing's body.

He knew it was a trap, but he went anyway. The old monster had terrible people skills, and besides his disciple, no one cared enough to gather his bones.

The cultivation world held a three-day banquet to celebrate that the wicked master and disciple had finally become real ghosts.

Jiang Yougou came back to life as the awkwardly placed biological young master of a wealthy family.

When his birth parents found him, he was bent over his desk, furiously working through Huanggang exam papers. Without looking up, he said, "Ghost exorcisms start at two thousand. Members get 20% off and a free protection charm."

His birth parents: "?"

When no one said anything for a while, Jiang Yougou clicked his tongue impatiently and looked up. "Demon extermination isn't my specialty, so the fee doubles."

Where the hell did this charlatan come from?

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One night later on, a violent storm raged outside.

Jiang Kou had been nearly killed after the fake young master ruined the Jiang family. As the family's representative, the first thing he did after leaving the hospital was ask where Jiang Yougou lived, so he could apologize to his brother.

It had been raining the day Jiang Yougou was angrily kicked out of the Jiang family, too. He'd said with conviction, "Jiang Xun is the only brother I have, and the only one I'll ever acknowledge. Get the hell out!"

Just thinking about it made Jiang Kou want to slam his head against the ground. He wondered if his brother would prefer a certain style of prostration.

But he never expected to see this:

Jiang Yougou was kneeling astride Zong Wumian, his face buried in the crook of his neck. Blood brimming with spiritual energy spread between his wet lips and teeth. Jiang Yougou's back trembled uncontrollably with excitement.

So he failed to notice Zong Wumian's expression: the satisfied look of a serpent coiling around its prey.

Zong Wumian kneaded the back of his neck, now gently, now firmly. The dark, extreme possessiveness in his heart swelled with satisfaction.

He lifted his eyes to meet Jiang Kou's. His gaze sent a chill down Jiang Kou's back.

Jiang Kou cried out and fell to the floor.

At the sound, Jiang Yougou looked at him through unfocused eyes, tiny spots of blood still at the corner of his mouth.

"It's fine. Keep drinking." Zong Wumian's smile faded as he gently nipped Jiang Yougou's lip, coaxing him.

A reborn, goofy ghostbusting whiz who only wants to study hard x a ruthless, possessive top so cruel even ghosts dread him (updated daily!!!)

Reading Guide:

1. The bottom isn't a good person in the traditional sense. His attitude is: if you mess with me and I can't beat you, I'll grin and bear it; if I can beat you, I'll kill you on the spot. He's bullied by everyone early on, then becomes everyone's darling.

2. The top has little empathy for anyone besides the bottom.

3. The top is a healer early on, a bit of a schemer, and has no other abilities besides his special constitution. Once his soul is whole later on, he carries the whole team.

4. Sweethearts, read for fun, and please don't send personal attacks. If you ask, my keyboard wrote it all by itself. Much love~

5. If I think of anything else, I'll add it later~

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Here's the blurb for my other novel. I'm writing both at once, and this one updates daily too!

A quick transmigration novel with a crematorium-style redemption setup.

Updated nightly at 9 p.m. Any delays will be announced in the comments~

[First Arc: Apocalypse]: The most powerful fighter on Earth, an unrestrained and forthright bottom x a gloomy, beautiful, tragic top

Chen Zhouhe fell for Xie Gui when he was at the height of his glory.

A young commander with countless battle honors, nicknamed the Security Bureau's strongest fighter.

At the height of their passion, he wrapped his arms around Xie Gui's neck, breathing heavily as he provocatively asked, "What if one day I don't love you anymore?"

Xie Gui stroked the corner of his eye, his peach-blossom eyes reddening.

He gave a faint, cold smile and said, "Then I'll break your legs."

Chen Zhouhe scoffed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

On a rainy day, raindrops fell like a scream of pure anguish.

Xie Gui broke his legs. Chen Zhouhe's blood dripped from the steel bar onto the ground.

He said:

"How pathetic, Chen Zhouhe. Look at you, you're just like a stray dog."

"You do all those sanctimonious things with that face of yours. It's sickening."

"Love you? I was just having fun. You actually believed me?"

Later, Xie Gui went mad.

At the victory banquet, Chen Zhouhe sat in the seat of honor, wearing a faint smile. Everyone ignored his wheelchair and praised him as a promising young talent, either fawning over him or envying him.

Only Xie Gui, eyes bloodshot, knelt beside his wheelchair and wept uncontrollably. "Chen Zhouhe, I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Please, come back with me..."

Otherwise, you'll die.

[Second Arc: Modern Day]: A refined scoundrel who starts out dependent on others and turns into a madman as the bottom x a proud young master who's sharp-tongued but soft-hearted as the top

Chen Zhouhe had played both father and mother to Xie Gui since childhood for one simple reason: he lived off the Xie family.

He'd run away once.

In a shabby rented apartment, he was burning up with fever. When he woke, night had fallen. It felt like he was the only person left in the world, with only Xie Gui beside him, clutching his hand and leaning against the bed.

Back then, he thought, to hell with it. To hell with poetry and distant horizons.

Chen Zhouhe had always believed that, just as the Xie family wanted, they would go from brotherly affection to devoted spouses.

Until he returned from Jiang Zhuye's funeral.

Xie Gui never spoke to him again.

A torrential downpour blocked the road, trapping a group of people in Chen Zhouhe's country villa.

Xie Gui provocatively let them party for three days and two nights. The explosive music and noisy crowd snapped the last thread of Chen Zhouhe's patience.

He drove through the rain. The tires skidded, he crashed into a tree, and broke his leg.

After surviving the disaster, Chen Zhouhe had an epiphany.

Xie Gui sneered at him, and he pretended not to hear.

Xie Gui sabotaged his project and accused him of falsifying data, and he smiled without a word.

Xie Gui let his friends humiliate him and gave him liquor mixed with crushed glass, and he accepted it all.

Later, Jiang Zhuye came back. Everyone said that the person Xie Gui had treasured and longed for all these years would surely be cherished in the palm of his hand.

As they talked, Xie Gui frantically called the same disconnected number again and again.

Chen Zhouhe didn't want him anymore.

[Third Arc: Xianxia]: A mad bottom who hides a blade behind a smile, plays the pig to eat the tiger, and is the best at it x a sickly obsessive nine-tailed fox top

[Fourth Arc: Western Fantasy]: A lovesick, mad dragon bottom x an elf king who appears gentle but is cold-hearted

[Fifth Arc: Finale]: A cool-headed, rational bottom x a calculating top whose schemes have more layers than a thousand-layer pancake

There's not enough room in the blurb to introduce all the worlds. After finishing the first two, this silly author will revise the blurb and add the introductions to the remaining worlds.

Theme: Don't sell yourself short. This world really is worth living in.