The Big Shots Have Fallen Deeply for Me

Su Yuening transmigrates into a book, where he is the widely respected master of Hehuan Palace.

He enjoys great prestige in the martial world and has countless friends.

For example:

The master of Tingmo Tower is sworn brothers with him, and brings rare treasures every time he visits, urging him to eat more and put on weight to keep warm.

The Demon Lord is his friend through life and death. Every time they meet, he brings sea monsters and mountain beasts, whispers his submission into Su Yuening's ear, and remembers his kindness day and night. He can't wait to offer him every treasure in the world.

The master of Yueyuan Sect shares an unbreakable bond with him. If Su Yuening catches a cold, he travels a thousand miles to bring him a thousand-year-old spiritual treasure and takes care of him without even changing his clothes.

A master from the Qianqi Sect is his friend in the spirit of a gentleman. When he hears Su Yuening has no appetite, he searches high and low for delicacies from land and sea, bringing them over and refusing to leave until he's watched Su Yuening eat.

Su Yuening: Great. I love having a "me" with so many friends.

Just after transmigrating, Su Yuening finds himself at a grand cultivation tournament.

The righteous factions of the martial world are all bristling with murderous intent.

Su Yuening leisurely sits down and has a cup of tea.

He sees the master of Tingmo Tower staring intently at his nonchalant demeanor.

Su Yuening calls to him, "A Mo," then gently takes his hand. "I wonder what you've brought me this time."

The master of Tingmo Tower is stunned.

The master of Yueyuan Sect comes charging over, furious and brandishing a saber. Su Yuening tenderly straightens his clothes. "A Yuan, it's been windy lately. Take care of yourself. If you catch a cold, I'll be heartbroken."

The master's saber clatters to the ground.

The master of the Qianqi Sect cries, "You brazen ruffian!" Su Yuening steadies him after he nearly stumbles from walking too fast. "A Qian, you still cut such a dashing figure. We all admire you."

The master's mouth hangs open.

Everyone is stunned.

Before long, thanks to Su Yuening's incredible acting skills, his ties with the prestigious righteous sects grow ever "closer." Even the Demonic Cult falls completely in line with him.

Some time later, he discovers that the disciples in his palace are telling him they've given up their dual-cultivation techniques and thanking their master for helping them mend their ways.

Su Yuening freezes. "What did our sect used to be called?"

"The Hehuan Sect. It's always been called that, Master."

"People in the martial world hate us because we're an unorthodox, demonic sect. Thank you, Master. We don't have to spend every day shouting threats at the righteous factions anymore. Now we can live in peace."

It takes Su Yuening a long time to realize that he'd originally read a clean version of this story on Jinjiang, while the book's first publication was on Huashi.

No wonder the names and the sects fit together so well!

No wonder those leaders of prestigious righteous sects act like gentlemen in public, but behind closed doors, they either caress his hand or rub against his cheek.

Some even climb into his bed to watch the moon with him, take mandarin-duck baths every few days, and occasionally ask him to cultivate frost together. For example, right now:

"A Yue, your hands are getting so soft and smooth. When can I touch them?"

"A Yue, no one's around now. Can I kiss you?"

"A Yue, I've made all the preparations. How about tonight? Our powers and love will grow wildly together."

Su Yuening lights an incense stick to calm his mind and silently takes a deep breath.

Damn it!

Theme: Make friends, but choose them wisely.