The Immortal Venerable Died Again

A story written around character types and tropes I liked early on. I'm revising it, but the content won't change. Please go easy on me!!!

Ji Ziqing died in a great battle a hundred years ago, and everyone mourned him for a century. But the people of the Lingfeng Sect refused to accept that Ji Ziqing was dead. Everyone thought they were simply deluding themselves.

No one expected Ji Ziqing to come back to life a hundred years later, during a tribulation of lightning. His cultivation immediately advanced to the Mahayana stage, making him the greatest immortal cultivator in the world of cultivation.

But when Ji Ziqing awoke from his serious injuries, he was no longer the same as before. His eyes had lost their cool aloofness and pride, replaced by dazed confusion, like a child’s. Afraid something might happen to him, the sect leader found a disciple to look after him.

Song Jingche was the disciple chosen for the task. He had come to the Lingfeng Sect not to become anyone’s disciple, but simply to get the jade pendant around Ji Ziqing’s neck.

But seeing how foolish and innocent Ji Ziqing seemed, he softened and stayed by his side for years, until his heart was completely filled with Ji Ziqing. He couldn’t bear to see Ji Ziqing cry, or to see him with anyone else. Song Jingche knew he had fallen hard.

But before he could become Ji Ziqing’s cultivation partner, he had to get the pendant. Ji Ziqing was simple-minded and gradually fell for him. Song Jingche remembered the day clearly: he held Ji Ziqing down and, ignoring his pleas, forced him to drink a whole bowl of medicinal broth. Then he took the jade pendant from Ji Ziqing’s neck and returned to the city.

After returning to the city, Song Jingche grew terribly anxious and hurried back to the peak, only to hear that Ji Ziqing’s soul had scattered. It turned out that the pendant had been made by Ji Ziqing’s master to stabilize his soul. Without it, and with the remnants of the demonic realm hunting him down, all that remained of Ji Ziqing was an empty shell.

Ji Ziqing awoke in the bitterly cold lands of the far north. All his lost memories returned, and when he looked back on his past, he found it utterly ridiculous.

Looking at the state he was in after losing part of his soul, Ji Ziqing lost his temper for the first time. He had become a weakling, forced to sleep by day and stay awake by night.

Ji Ziqing returned to the sect, his mind fully restored. From that day on, he would no longer be the soft-hearted, easily bullied Ji Ziqing. He would have his revenge!

Song Jingche waited five long years before Ji Ziqing finally returned. Remembering the wrongs he had done, he treated Ji Ziqing like an ancestor, hoping only that Ji Ziqing would give him a chance to make amends.

But Ji Ziqing kept avoiding him and nearly had him flayed alive. Song Jingche humbled himself and carefully cared for Ji Ziqing, hoping that one day he could win him back.

Coming soon: Transmigrating into the Beautiful, Frail, and Pitiful Emperor’s Consort

Song Tingzhou transmigrated into a book. He thought Heaven had taken pity on him and would give him a healthy body, but instead he ended up with another frail, sickly wreck of a body.

He had transmigrated into the body of a cannon-fodder male empress, and Emperor Xiao Shengfeng was his sworn enemy! Song Tingzhou thought the book could keep its transmigration.

A few days before the wedding, the emperor stormed into his bedchamber and snarled, “If you don’t run away from the wedding, I’ll take your life!”

Song Tingzhou agreed at once without a second thought. He never expected that, even after using every last bit of his strength and ingenuity, he wouldn’t make it a single step beyond the imperial city!

He stared at the emperor in terror, his voice trembling with tears. “Your Majesty, please hear me out! I really did try to run away. The method in the novel just didn’t work!”

On their wedding day, the emperor gazed gently at Song Tingzhou and offered him a cup of nuptial wine.

Song Tingzhou eyed the poisoned wine and swallowed nervously. Stammering, he said, “Y-Your Majesty, it... it’s bubbling. I think it’s poisoned.”

The emperor looked at him without changing expression. “Then what does the empress think we should do?”

Song Tingzhou’s hand shook. A coppery taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The guards at the door rushed in at once, declaring that they would investigate the matter thoroughly.

Song Tingzhou looked at the blood on his chest, rolled his eyes, and cursed, “You damned emperor. I’ll have to rely on myself!”

Song Tingzhou diligently carried out his tasks, but before the plot was even halfway through, he was sick and close to death. He thought all he could do was wait to die, but then the damned emperor suddenly changed his ways. Not only did he search the whole land for renowned doctors, he also stayed by Song Tingzhou’s side every day, personally feeding him medicine and caring for him.

“Your Majesty, I’m afraid I won’t make it. You don’t have to worry about me!” Song Tingzhou thought his acting was flawless.

But the emperor didn’t react as he expected. Instead, he gripped Song Tingzhou’s shoulders and growled, “I know you want to leave! But you haven’t finished your task. You’re not allowed to leave me!”

“!!!” Song Tingzhou was stunned. How did this damned emperor know?

The System spoke in a deadpan voice: [How many times have I told you not to speak aloud when you’re chatting with me? Don’t speak aloud! But you never listen, and now he heard you, didn’t he?]

Timid, frail, sickly bottom x possessive, devoted top

Theme: After all the trials and tribulations, he returns still young at heart