I Heard You're the Father of My Child

Qi Yan was a demon lord whose true form was a gold ingot. He had nothing else, but he had plenty of money. Just as he was preparing to ascend, he suddenly learned that he had a child. Qi Yan: "I didn't do anything!" The Heavenly Dao: "Think again." Qi Yan thought and thought, but couldn't remember. He suspected he had lost his memory. But the Heavenly Dao informed him that he wouldn't be allowed to ascend unless he raised the child, and the child's other father was at the foot of the mountain. Qi Yan: "Wait a second. The child's... father?" Qi Yan set out to find his child, first needing to locate a man capable of bearing one. There was a young Daoist at a sect down the mountain with a special constitution. Qi Yan chose him as his target, bought the sect, and kept the young Daoist by his side. The young Daoist was aloof, refined, and solemn. He firmly declared that he had no child. Qi Yan: "Is it possible you lost your memory too?" The young Daoist: "..." Qi Yan figured that the aloof young Daoist must consider money beneath him, so he couldn't humiliate him with it. So, to "recover" their memories, he collected three hundred romance stories and studied them page by page, trying to follow their examples. The young Daoist wanted to leave. He flipped through a romance story: "My Daoist partner is running away from home. Oh, he might be sulking. Comfort him." The young Daoist discovered his true form and raised a peachwood sword. He flipped through a romance story: "My Daoist partner is pointing a sword at me. Oh, he might be acting coy. Comfort him." The young Daoist wanted to bid on a spirit talisman and asked him for money. He flipped through a romance story: "Oh, my Daoist partner is short on money. Comfort him." The young Daoist: "..." Gradually, a ray of light appeared in the young Daoist's heart. But not long afterward, Qi Yan uncovered the truth and discovered that they had never been involved with each other. "..." How awkward. That night, he put down the romance stories and decided to find another way to ascend. He didn't know that after he left, the young Daoist's eyes reddened and his fists clenched. He joined the hated demon clan and braved death in battle, just for a chance to see Qi Yan again. * Beneath Lu Qingyu's cool and elegant exterior lay a pitch-black heart. He was born among the demon clan and inherited the traits of a branch skilled in seduction. He hated this trait and suppressed his nature, devoting himself to earning an immortal body. He would pay any price for it. One day, someone came into his life. That person seemed to shine with golden light, drawing him step by step out of the darkness. Slowly, he began to think that perhaps he could see the light. But later, that person told him they had nothing to do with each other. The world sank back into endless darkness. If that's how it is, then let there never be light again. The one I love, come with me and fall into the abyss! Seme-centered. Qi Yan is the seme, the young Daoist is the uke. Fierce seme * unhinged uke P.S.: 1. Mostly everyday life, a little silly, with some melodrama! 2. The seme leaves for more reasons than discovering they aren't actually Daoist partners. He doesn't flirt and run off without taking responsibility. From the beginning, when he went looking for the child, he never intended to take the child and abandon the uke. 3. The baby appears around the middle of the story. The two of them really had no connection before that. The baby's origins are unusual: the child wasn't born, but is connected to both of them. 4. This is a pregnancy story! The uke will become pregnant later, and there will be a birth in the extras. 5. There is a supporting character who transmigrates into the past... though perhaps "accessory character" is more accurate. From its perspective, the background involves being reborn. Since it's only a supporting character, I didn't add the rebirth or transmigration tags. Please add my upcoming story to your collection! [Uncle-Master Says He's Frail] Blurb: Weiming Sect was the foremost immortal sect in the cultivation world. Before their grandmaster passed away, he told his disciples that he had used his divination powers to choose a disciple in advance. Once the child came of age, they were to bring him back to the sect. This child would one day bring good fortune to the immortal sect. The moment Jiang Mu found his feet after being born, he saw a crowd kneeling and calling him Uncle-Master. Jiang Mu: "..." "You must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm in poor health, frail, and have no cultivation. How could I be your Uncle-Master?" The disciples thought their grandmaster's divination couldn't be wrong. Bringing good fortune to the sect didn't necessarily require cultivation. Perhaps he was simply meant to be a lucky charm, so they should bring him back and take good care of him. They ignored his protests and begged him earnestly to return with them. Jiang Mu was escorted back to the sect by a crowd. He lived in the most luxurious palace, ate the finest delicacies, wore silk woven from heavenly silkworms, and drank water boiled with spirit spring water. When he went out, dozens of people carried his canopied sedan chair. Even so, he was out of breath after taking a few steps. The disciples were terrified that their Uncle-Master would die before bringing the sect good fortune, so they took even greater care of him. Still, now that he was in an immortal sect, he had to at least make a show of practicing cultivation and reach the Foundation Establishment stage, or he wouldn't be able to live forever. And only the most powerful Immortal Venerable could teach him. Xu Qianlan was the undisputed number one Immortal Venerable, unmatched in cultivation, but he was famous for his fiery temper. On his first day teaching Jiang Mu, Jiang Mu handed him a cup. "The water's too hot. Blow on it to cool it down for me." Xu Qianlan: "..." He clenched his fists and held back. On the second day, Jiang Mu pushed a sword toward him. "The hilt's too cold. Warm it up for me." Xu Qianlan took a deep breath and held back again. On the third day, Jiang Mu handed him a hairpin. "My hair's a mess. Tie it up for me." Xu Qianlan swept the papers off the desk, grabbed Jiang Mu by the collar, and was about to beat him up. The other man's clear, limpid eyes looked at him, his breathtakingly handsome face full of innocence. Xu Qianlan was furious, but couldn't bring himself to hit him. Xu Qianlan quit. He would rather go out and slay demons than serve that fussy Uncle-Master. But how did this Uncle-Master keep showing up at just the right moment to resolve every crisis? It had to be a coincidence, Xu Qianlan thought. His Uncle-Master was just a frail good-for-nothing. An ancient demon appeared, staining the sky crimson. Above the Abyss, Xu Qianlan slowly fell before everyone. A vast torrent poured down like a white ribbon breaking through the heavens. The crowd looked up and saw a figure emerge from the curtain of water, back to the surging river and sea, robes fluttering and long hair flowing. He gently caught Xu Qianlan. Xu Qianlan opened his eyes and murmured, "Uncle-Master..." Seme-centered. Jiang Mu is the seme, Xu Qianlan is the uke. A fussy seme who seems weak but is actually powerful * a hot-tempered uke who just can't bring himself to do anything to the seme Theme: Love life and stay optimistic!