Ward Off Evil

Shen Ge figured he'd done so many bad things that Heaven had lumped him together with a plane full of other bad people, then brought the whole lot of them down in a crash. When he opened his eyes again, he had transmigrated to a small village beside an unknown ancient imperial city, and his whole body had come with him. To avoid starving to death right after transmigrating, Shen Ge decided to go into the city and make some money using his old trade. Who could have guessed he'd run into a regent holding a matchmaking contest with a pitch-pot game? Shen Ge joined the crowd, looked up at the regent lounging above, and got hit square in the forehead by a soft-tipped arrow. The regent: I hit him. He's the one. The young eunuch attending him: Your Highness, that person is a man! The regent: So what? I can't marry him? Then I can marry into his family! Shen Ge, newly appointed regent's husband: ???? Xiao Jinyu, the most cherished young prince of Great Qi, had been adored by everyone. Unfortunately, his father and elder brother died of illness one after another. His five-year-old nephew became emperor, and the late emperor's will appointed Xiao Jinyu regent prince, to govern alongside the three chief ministers until the young emperor came of age and could take back the reins of government. Overnight, the carefree young prince shouldered the burden of the entire realm. The first time Xiao Jinyu handled state affairs, one problem after another cropped up. Just as he was at his wit's end, his husband, whom he had always treated like a background extra, spoke up. Shen Ge: Need a hand? Five hundred taels, one fixed price, no haggling. (￣▽￣)~? Xiao Jinyu: Are you robbing me?! The dragon had a son named Pixiu, also known as Bixie. He loved wealth from all directions, taking it in but never letting it out, and possessed extraordinary powers. Feed him gold and silver, and he could dispel every hardship. Shen Ge had calculated his way through life and seen the ugliness in people's hearts. Yet this regent was different, and he caught Shen Ge's attention. It was the first time in his life that Xiao Jinyu had seen someone toy with people's hearts like this, laying all the world's filth and evil before him. That man sat atop gold, silver, and jade, looking down at all living beings with cold eyes. Reader's guide 1. A serious historical danmei novel. A self-serving hypocrite meets a pure-hearted, saintly man. They save each other, both are troubled, and they challenge each other's assumptions. 2. Set in an imaginary ancient world, blending elements from countless dynasties. History buffs, please go easy on me. 3. The romance develops slowly. The gong is a sick, morally gray hypocrite; the shou is an innocent, sweet, saintly man. Both are powerful, one in wits and the other in strength. 4. BL, with a BG side couple. 5. This is not a sweet romance. I'm trying my hand at a rare, cold-as-ice premise. Civilized, reasonable discussion is welcome. Personal attacks are not. 6. Thank you for supporting the official release and for all the gifts. Love you, mwah~ Here's another new story from my author page: A lighthearted, ridiculous xianxia comedy with a male lead, The Sword Cultivator Is Clearly Powerful, So Why Is He So Poor? Yu Shu and his bonded sword were bundled up and kicked down the mountain by his sect leader senior brother. The official excuse was that he needed to gain experience, but in truth, Yu Shu and his bonded sword were burning through too many spirit stones, and his senior brother was on the verge of bankruptcy from supporting them. So he sent Yu Shu off to earn his own money. Yu Shu was born with a sword cultivator's perfect physique, and a spirit sword had chosen him as its master. He was exceptionally suited to sword cultivation. After cultivating for over twenty years, he had reached the pinnacle of strength. Even his senior brother couldn't beat him anymore. But his bonded spirit sword was an absolute glutton for spirit stones. Every time he nourished it, he had to spend as much as a small sect's resources for two or three years. Yu Shu was so poor he didn't even have a coin to jingle in his pocket. At long last, he found work taking commissions for spirit stones, but before long, nobody was hiring him. Since descending the mountain, he'd tried everything to earn spirit stones, yet he was still too poor to afford an inn. Unable to afford an inn, Yu Shu had no choice but to settle in a cave outside the city and keep thinking of ways to earn spirit stones. When Bai Qinghong fled into the cave while being pursued, he hadn't expected to find anyone there, let alone a sword cultivator who looked strong. His pursuers had already caught up. Seeing that the sword cultivator seemed unwilling to get involved, he made a snap decision. Bai Qinghong: Fellow Daoist, if you help me, I'll reward you handsomely! Yu Shu paused mid-step: How handsomely? Bai Qinghong: Ten thousand spirit stones. I'll pay upfront! The moment he finished speaking, Bai Qinghong felt the storage pouch full of spirit stones taken from his hand. In the next instant, the sword cultivator's sword intent swept through the cave, and every last person pursuing him was sent flying into the sky. He watched the unfathomably powerful sword cultivator sheath his sword, then gaze at him with shining eyes. "From today on, you're my brother, though we have different parents!" Bai Qinghong: ... Reader's guide 1. A sword cultivator gong with a bizarre way of thinking, ridiculous strength, and not a penny to his name x a wealthy, max-level weapon refiner and alchemist shou who's maxed out in every skill except fighting. 2. A lighthearted, sweet xianxia story. The author considers it mutually doting, with a slight bias toward the gong. The shou falls first. 3. This is a nontraditional male-lead story and might not suit readers with strong preferences about character roles. Please be cautious before starting. 4. Chapter one's author's note includes some content warnings. You can also leave a comment asking the author about anything you might want to avoid. 5. Let's keep the comments section harmonious, democratic, and friendly. If you have a problem, don't make it about the author personally; it's unrelated to the author. No taking sides or forming cliques. The goal is to enjoy writing. 6. Finally, thank you for reading. Goodwill brings prosperity, and may fortune be with you. Theme: Rely on yourself to get through life