Two Peerless Masters Putting on an Act

Yun Xianqing is a peerless swordsman, but he can't say so.

Because the person he loves is a frail beauty who can fall ill from a breeze. The rivers and lakes are full of flashing blades and bloodshed. It would scare him half to death.

Cen Jizhou is a peerless saber master, but he can't say so either.

Because the person he loves is a delicate scholar, too weak to even kill a chicken. The rivers and lakes are full of life-and-death struggles. It would scare him half to death.

By day, two martial arts masters carefully disguise themselves, creating the harmonious illusion of two useless weaklings huddling together in a blood-soaked martial world.

At night, famous sabers are wiped clean and spirit swords drawn.

Disguised swordsman: "Brother, why do you follow me everywhere? I've got a wife, and she loves me. Being the other woman gets you nowhere."

Masked saber-wielder: "You're full of yourself. My wife is a thousand times better than you. She'd have to be blind to fall for you. Besides, you're the one following me!"

Not quite.

The truth is, two plotlines can't fit in one bed.

In short, the two heroes can't stand each other. Whenever they fight, they go all out to sabotage one another. But as they keep at it, they develop a mutual admiration between heroes.

Until one day, a demon lord massacres a city.

When Yun Xianqing hears that the person he loves is dead, he digs the treasured sword he carefully hid in the chicken coop out of the straw and storms off to take revenge.

Then, at the demon lord's doorstep, he runs into the person he loves, carrying a saber and there to seek revenge too.

...Hey, what a coincidence?

[A few shameless snippets]

My wife just died. I'm in a terrible mood. Anyone who gets in my way dies. You old bastard, taste my sword/saber!

Wait, why aren't you wearing your mask/in disguise today?

Now that I think of it, brother, you look an awful lot like my wife, who should by all rights be dead.

Brother, you smell so good...

Frailly beautiful, aloof top x delicate, scheming scholar bottom

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The Immortal I Married by Force After Losing My Memory Is Acting Strange

Gui Zhi, the Demon Lord of legend, whose hands are stained with blood and whose nature is sinister and mad.

After failing to break through a bottleneck in seclusion, he suffered damage to his sea of consciousness and, unfortunately, lost his memory.

His trusted subordinate repeatedly warned him: "Your Majesty, you're injured. You must keep a low profile lately. Be careful not to let word get out, or your enemies in the immortal realm will come after you."

Gui Zhi nodded to show he understood, then turned around and dragged out an immortal as aloof as a lone crane on a cold mountain. "I abducted a beauty I fancy. We'll marry on an auspicious day."

His trusted subordinate stared wide-eyed at the immortal's face and let out a piercing shriek: "Stop, Your Majesty! That's Jiang Linyue, the head of the immortal sect!!!"

·

Demons are called demons because they naturally act wickedly and without restraint.

Gui Zhi had forgotten how to command the spiritual energy in his dantian, but he still had to keep up the Demon Lord's airs. From time to time, he would threaten the new Demon Consort he'd abducted. "You can't escape my grasp."

The immortal: "Mm."

Gui Zhi continued to flaunt his power. "Immortals and demons are different. I know you aren't willing, but from now on, you can only belong to me."

The immortal: "...That's right."

Gui Zhi said ominously, "I've built you a golden cage. Until you accept who you are, you'll stay right where you are."

The immortal: "As you wish."

Gui Zhi was satisfied.

Not bad. The wicked Demon Lord had humiliated the lofty immortal again today.

·

Jiang Linyue, a prodigy of the immortal sect, is cold-hearted and desireless. He is the only cultivator in the Mahayana stage in history and the person most likely to attain the Dao and ascend in all three realms.

He has guarded Mount Taiwei for years and rarely appears in public.

No one knows that he and the Demon Lord Gui Zhi have been bonded in marriage for a hundred and twenty years.

Though they are Dao companions, they are both busy and spend little time together.

Until Gui Zhi lost his memory.

His usually indifferent Dao companion suddenly changed, abducting him back to his lair and threatening and tempting him into marriage.

And it had to be a grand affair, announced to all three realms.

It was a matter of great importance, one that could shake all three realms. But Jiang Linyue didn't hesitate. "Good."

At the time, Gui Zhi had lost his memories and probably hadn't realized something.

But Jiang Linyue saw it the moment he laid eyes on him: the Demon Lord Gui Zhi, the last phoenix in the world, was already carrying three eggs in his still-flat belly.

They were the children they had conceived together.

Before losing his memory, a seductive, arrogant, and domineering Demon Lord; afterward, the same, but with a touch of foolishness, bottom x aloof and ascetic (?) immortal top who indulges him without limits

The Immortal Lord Leaves Seclusion and Gets Sent to Senior College

The True Person Tian Shu, Cui Yan, emerged from three hundred years of seclusion at last.

His wide sleeves fluttered as he hovered in the air with his hands behind his back, surveying the bustling modern metropolis below. A rare trace of confusion crossed his handsome, impassive face.

His disciple rushed over. "My lord, times have changed!"

Fortunately, the Cultivators' Alliance had a well-established plan for dealing with the old ancestors who kept springing back to life.

So Cui Yan and the other old men and women who couldn't keep up with the times were bundled off to the local senior college.

They would learn new ideas and strive to be new youths... new seniors.

All they had to do was earn twenty credits to graduate.

His disciple thought this would be easy. His master was a heaven-gifted genius, one of the Northern Dipper stars among the immortals. Back in the day, there wasn't a formation he couldn't solve or a mysterious art he couldn't break. Twenty measly credits would be a piece of cake.

The next day, he received a complaint call from the class advisor:

...He keeps whispering to Shufen and Jianguo from next door. When I call on him, he pretends to be hard of hearing and says, "Huh? Can't hear you!"

He also spreads feudal superstitions to his classmates, stuff about the Eight Trigrams, the Five Elements, and strange divination arts... He claims his fortune-telling is super accurate and offers to tell fortunes in exchange for having people copy his homework!

He sneaks food in class and is really good at hiding it. The whole classroom can smell it, but no one can find where it's coming from!

As the class advisor poured out tearful complaints, Cui Yan sat upright with an honest look on his face, still every inch the immortal.

His disciple looked ready to cry. "Master, the class advisor says I have to attend a meeting for the parents of underperforming students next week..."

His godlike, aloof master glanced at him and calmly conveyed three words with his eyes:

So what?

At eleven hundred years old, he's at the perfect age to rebel.

·

Cui Yan was born cold-hearted and desireless, and disliked socializing. The only person he could call a close friend was Su Chi.

Su Chi's true form was a huge fox with a coat of fluffy, fiery red fur. He knew Cui Yan had a secret fondness for something:

He loved big, fluffy tails.

There was no creature in the world more suited to Cui Yan's tastes than a nine-tailed fox.

His reserve kept Cui Yan from burying his face directly in his dear friend's gorgeous tail. He only stroked it gently.

Su Chi propped his chin on his hand and watched him with a teasing smile. "A Yan, do you know what someone in our relationship should call me in modern society?"

Cui Yan asked humbly, "What?"

Su Chi leaned so close it was almost dangerous, his smile alluring and rich with promise. "Hubby."

Cui Yan's gaze remained clear and solemn as he repeated, "Hubby."

After a moment of silence, the fox spirit, the most powerful of his kind in this age, blushed at the ears and looked away first.

A few days later, another complaint call came to the house from the class advisor, who had completely lost it:

"Are you going to do something about your old man skipping class by climbing over the wall to have a late-life romance or not!!!"

Nothing is lovelier than a red sunset...

A straight-faced immortal lord rebelling x a fox spirit flirting with a block of wood

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