The Cold Immortal Venerable’s White Moonlight After Being Reborn

Mention the Jiuxuan Sect, and everyone in the immortal sects will think of one person: Cang Qi.

Rising from an orphan born to a farming family to become the foremost senior disciple of the Jiuxuan Sect's outer sect, what an inspiring story.

He had extraordinary talent, was quick-witted and eager to learn, had mastered swordsmanship, and reached the pinnacle of spellcraft.

Sadly, this peerless genius lost control to his inner demon after taking a Soul-Nourishing Pill and became a bloodthirsty killer. He betrayed his sect, and in the end, after being hunted down by countless sects, he died in the Soul-Eating Array, leaving no body behind and scattering his soul beyond recovery.

But no one expected this man to return.

It's just...

No matter how you look at him, he doesn't seem at all like the valiant figure of the rumors... Uh, heroic and imposing!

Cang Qi never imagined that, after dominating the sect for a lifetime through innate talent and diligent study, he would one day become a cultivation fanatic with no inner core or spiritual palace: a useless, dim-witted fool.

Where was the dignity of a former foremost senior disciple of the Jiuxuan Sect's outer sect supposed to go?

How was he supposed to sneak into the Jiuxuan Sect to find his husband... Ahem, to see someone?

Reborn in another's body, Cang Qi resolved to watch Ji Jin from afar and not disturb his cultivation.

But fate had other plans. After getting drunk, he flirted with the Immortal Venerable Yunqi in front of everyone: "When youth fades and our hair turns white, no one will know of this longing! Ji Jin, you must miss me terribly."

When he sobered up, he saw a beautiful man with white hair lying beside him. Cang Qi didn't even stop to straighten his disheveled clothes. He grabbed his shoes and tiptoed away, holding his breath.

But before he could even step out of the room, a clear, quiet voice sounded behind him: "Cang Qi, how long do you intend to hide?"

A story about a big shot returning as a "weakling."

Cultivation levels: Wind-Riding Realm, Wave-Treading Realm, Cloud-Reaching Realm, Sky-Piercing Realm, Pinnacle Realm, Perfection Realm, Unrivaled Under Heaven.

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When Xie Junyue came to, a man in red was sitting beside his bed, claiming to be his husband.

Though he couldn't remember what had happened before, Xie Junyue figured the man had to be joking.

He disliked ostentation, while the man in red was handsome, with deep eyes. At a glance, he seemed calculating and flamboyant.

How could Xie Junyue possibly like someone like that?

Later, Xie Junyue had to eat his words. This man wasn't flamboyant at all.

Dressed in white, he was graceful and refined, considerate in everything he did, and endlessly indulgent toward Xie Junyue.

He would keep him company as they admired the moon at midnight and the rosy clouds at dawn. He would even gather snow and dry flowers just to brew him a pot of flower tea.

Except for... matters of the bedchamber.

Whenever he woke late in the morning, curled up in a warm embrace, Xie Junyue would think: Zhou Ziyuan must be his husband, no doubt about it, even if he could occasionally be unreasonable and domineering in bed.

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Zhou Ziyuan was Reborn, and though he had wealth and glory in abundance, his eyes held only one treasured pearl.

But that man called rough-and-tumble wanderers his brothers and chatted merrily with scholars, while avoiding Zhou Ziyuan as if he were a snake or a scorpion.

At last, Zhou Ziyuan got his chance.

While the man was injured and suffering from amnesia, he kept him by his side, showering him with affection and passion day after day.

He played the part of a gentle, refined gentleman in public, all to keep the man at his side.

He had accounted for everything, but never imagined his little husband, who adored elegance and admired gentlemen, would catch him in the act of killing someone for revenge.

Seeing Zhou Ziyuan, dressed in white, snap a man's neck with the slender fingers that brewed tea for him, Xie Junyue's first thought was: So Zhou Ziyuan is still the same Zhou Ziyuan. His second was: Oh no, how can I keep pretending to have amnesia and watch Zhou Ziyuan's performance now?

As Zhou Ziyuan tossed his sword aside with a clatter, Xie Junyue softly collapsed. Before closing his eyes to feign a faint, he murmured, "You look so much like my husband!"

Zhou Ziyuan, flustered as he caught him: ...

Looking at the unconscious face in his arms, he breathed a sigh of relief!

"Who are you? Where do you live?"

A silly, funny story about a shameless character who doesn't even feel embarrassed when he gets caught out.

A sweet, doting romance where the gong works every day to improve his acting so he can win back his love.

Theme: Water flows according to the terrain, and soldiers win according to their enemy.