I Raised the Great Immortal Lord with My Own Hands, Then Faked My Death

[Pre-release: My Frail and Sickly Sword Cultivator Boyfriend. Blurb at the bottom]

Blurb:

As a mission-taker, Chu Zhenzhen bears the responsibility of saving the tragic, powerful, and handsome Immortal Lord.

Save him, heal him, and guide him onto the right path in life.

From winning him over to raising him with all her heart, Chu Zhenzhen watched with satisfaction as he grew from a gloomy boy into the Immortal Lord revered by all.

Then she completed her mission and cleanly faked her death, heading two hundred years into the future.

By then, the cultivation world was peaceful and prosperous, and her little Immortal Lord was doing well. He had probably forgotten all about her by now.

Chu Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief and hurried off to her second mission: saving the child of Heaven's Will.

When she arrived, she discovered that the Immortal Lord was there too.

He looked up at her and asked with a smile, "Zhenzhen, did you come looking for me?"

Chu Zhenzhen: "..." She instinctively felt guilty.

His sword was stained with blood, and its point was aimed right at the child of Heaven's Will she was supposed to save.

Chu Zhenzhen: Spare the kid!

*

In public, Ruan Liao was a refined and graceful Immortal Lord, noble and above reproach. Nobody knew that he had long since gone mad.

He had been trapped, struggling in endless darkness for two hundred years.

Everything he did was only for the chance to see her again.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. When they met again, he saw an illusion born of two hundred years of longing. But the illusion had not come for him.

Desire, anger, delusion, the pain of separation from those one loves, the pain of longing for what one cannot have: he had suffered enough from all the miseries of existence.

What did he care about being a revered, selfless, and detached Immortal Lord? In this world, there was only one person he could never accept being denied.

To him, she had become an obsession.

*Cover art authorized by [Shi Li Chang Huan]-Ruis. The male lead will turn white-haired after his corruption, QAQ

*An aloof, teasing Immortal Lord who descends from his pedestal for love x an irritable, world-weary girl who covets handsome men

*The male lead is a teasing, deceptively innocent schemer who will turn dark later. There is a second male lead, and a love-triangle showdown is very likely

Pre-release: My Frail and Sickly Sword Cultivator Boyfriend

After transmigrating into a romance game, Wei Qin was forced to take on a romance route, and the game also started livestreaming her journey.

Who knew that before she could make much progress on the route, she would run into a dim-witted boy who wasn't even one of the male leads?

The dim-witted boy claimed to be her boyfriend. He was frail and sickly, with little time left to live, and insisted she should put him first and take care of him.

Wei Qin was just about to refuse when she saw the comments filling her screen:

[Frail and sickly! Get him!]

[Go for him! Go for him! Go for him! Mom loves boys like him best!]

[He's not a romance target? Even better, we want an NPC, we want an NPC!]

Wei Qin: ...

Wait, he doesn't seem too bright. Are you sure?

*

Yu Linfeng, a young sword cultivator, saw a girl from the modern world in a water mirror and became her most devoted fanboy.

After making a wish one day, the girl transmigrated into his world.

But why was she surrounded by powerful figures of the era, all of whom were crowding around her?

Grinding his teeth, Yu Linfeng tricked the girl, claiming he was her current boyfriend, frail and sickly with little time left to live, and asking her to spend as much time with him as she could before he died.

Then Yu Linfeng turned around and challenged the three male leads of the romance game all by himself.

His sword flashed as he brazenly shouted, "You shameless homewreckers, going after someone who's already taken! Take this!"

In the distance, the girl stared in shock as the medicine jar in her hand clattered to the ground.

#Weren't you supposed to be frail and sickly with little time left to live#

#Why are you picking a fight with three people at once#

#Maybe the part about having little time left to live is true after all#

Theme: Love knows no limits