Cloud Script of Heavenly Characters

[Updates whenever inspiration strikes; usually one chapter per 1,000 words]

Zhuang Xiuhe, a shameless writer who dug himself a ton of deep plot holes and never filled them, incurred Heaven's wrath. A bolt of lightning sent him into the cultivation novel he'd read but barely remembered, where he transmigrated into a cannon-fodder character who hadn't even been given a name.

Zhuang Xiuhe figured he'd gotten used to bad luck, so a little more wouldn't matter. He'd just keep his head down and survive. As long as he stayed alive, that was enough.

After finding Mo Junyu, the cannon-fodder nephew of his shizun, Zhuang Xiuhe settled comfortably into life at Tianqiong Sect.

To change the tragic fate of his shizun's nephew, Zhuang Xiuhe, a salted fish who was always dreaming of retirement, tirelessly followed his constantly roaming junior fellow disciple, lest he get caught off guard and have his kidneys ripped out by a black tiger. Ahem.

Once the male and female leads dealt with all that nonsense, his junior fellow disciple would be safe, and he'd be able to retire without a worry.

But his junior fellow disciple was impossible to leave alone and could always drag him into "chance encounters" with storms of trouble. All kinds of criminals with utterly outrageous values kept jumping back and forth across the line of his moral principles.

Once they'd crossed that line, Zhuang Xiuhe's talismans were no cheap imitations. Insult his ancestors? His ancestors would make sure you learned your lesson.

Whenever trouble came along, he wanted to pretend he was blind and knew nothing. He really did master the art of pretending not to see. But whenever he managed to avoid getting involved, his conscience would bother him. So Mo Junyu would always see this salted fish struggling in a pan of hot oil, trying hard to turn himself over so he could be fried golden brown on both sides.

After Mo Junyu was reborn, from the moment he could cultivate, he was either taking revenge or on his way to taking revenge. Yet wherever he went, his senior fellow disciple always followed close behind, afraid that one moment of carelessness would cost him his life.

He knew his senior fellow disciple was worried about him, but this constant interference was getting in the way of his revenge. So Mo Junyu was forced to learn a strange kind of hypnosis. It was painful and delightful, and he got a lot out of it.

Under Mo Junyu's daily "hypnosis," his behavior grew increasingly peculiar. This was most obvious in his everyday interactions with Zhuang Xiuhe.

One day, Mo Junyu secretly held on to Zhuang Xiuhe's hand and wouldn't let go.

Zhuang Xiuhe: "Junyu, why are you holding my hand?"

Mo Junyu: "It's pretty. And nice to hold."

Zhuang Xiuhe: ...Fine, then.

Another day, Mo Junyu secretly pinched the soft flesh at Zhuang's waist and wouldn't let go.

Zhuang Xiuhe bristled. "Stop pinching my waist! It tickles!"

Mo Junyu: "All right, I won't pinch it." Then he wrapped his arms around Zhuang and pulled him into his embrace.

Another day, Mo Junyu secretly reached his sinful claws toward Zhuang's little butt.

Zhuang Xiuhe flew into a rage and reached back to give him a good pinch.

Ye Mingchen happened to stumble upon them, was deeply shaken, and offered his heartfelt best wishes: may these two shameless lovebirds ascend together soon and leave the mortal realm in peace.

Zhuang Xiuhe, who transmigrated x Mo Junyu, who was reborn; a ruthless top who doesn't talk much x a bottom who seems like a salted fish but works like a model employee

Theme: Only with a clear conscience can you pursue your dreams and sail far.