[Wuxia Crossover] I Conquer the Martial World with Copy and Paste

A seemingly cold and rational, inwardly sensitive and pessimistic bottom × a gentle, refined top who loves life. Complete.

The BL premise is crystal clear. If you're giving it a low rating just because two men are dating, your review will be deleted immediately.

Pre-release: "[Wuxia Crossover] The Laid-Back Street Vendor: The Cool Constable Can't Escape". CP: Wu Qing. Blurb below.

A peerless master suddenly appeared in the martial world. Anyone who challenged him either fought him to a draw or was soundly defeated and became his subordinate. For a time, many martial arts experts went to challenge him, but all returned in defeat.

After knocking down the nine-hundredth challenger, the peerless master, Chi Yuxian, sheathed his sword. He looked at the new martial art that had just been copied and pasted, then unceremoniously threw his defeated opponent out.

As a failed game designer, Chi Yuxian had never been so grateful for the trashy little game he'd designed.

Question: What should an ordinary person with no martial arts skills do after transmigrating to a wuxia world?

Chi Yuxian: Easy. Just become a good tailor. When in doubt, copy and paste.

Star-Sucking Technique? Copy and paste.

One-Finger Divine Skill? Copy and paste.

Whether it's Nine Yang Divine Skill or the Great Shift of the Universe, just copy and paste them all. Thanks to copy and paste, Chi Yuxian dominated the martial world in just one year. All that remained was a legend about a black-clad swordsman walking through the night beneath an umbrella. Then he disappeared.

Just as rumors began spreading through the martial world, many people claimed to have seen a clingy black-clad swordsman by the side of that dashing young master from Jiangnan.

Some skeptics secretly went to Jiangnan's Hundred Flowers Pavilion to peek. There, they saw the usually cold and rational black-clad swordsman burying his face in the gentle Pavilion Master's arms like a child.

Their voices weren't quiet. It sounded as if they were arguing, so the onlookers moved closer to enjoy the show. Only then did their conversation become clear.

"You won't even say you love me. What's the point of living? I might as well die!"

"Don't be mad anymore. From now on, I'll tell you whatever you want to hear."

Pre-release: "[Wuxia Crossover] Setting Up a Stall at Wuxia's Iconic Scenes". Blurb: A lazy bottom who flops down wherever he falls × a cool, aloof top with a warm heart. You Mian × Wu Qing.

When You Mian transmigrated to a wuxia world, he discovered that all he had was a useless System and a rickety stall.

Not feeling like thinking of any other way to make money, You Mian figured selling things from a stall couldn't be that hard. He smiled lazily. "Isn't this easy? A piece of cake!"

Reality proved that he really wasn't cut out for running a stall:

He didn't open in the morning because he couldn't get up.

He didn't open at night because he needed to sleep.

It was too hot, so he stayed home. It was too cold, so he stayed home too.

When he finally did open, he earned less than he lost.

In the desert, he sold a mirror to Chu Xiangshuai for a hundred taels, an exorbitant price. The very next moment, Shi Guanyin blew his stall to pieces.

At Bat Island, he'd finally managed to sell a pair of glasses, only for the island's master to smash them with a single slap.

He'd just set up his stall outside Li Garden when a green hat nearly ended up on Li Tanhua's head.

His luck was truly terrible. Every time he set up his stall, he ran into all sorts of strange people. Not only did they start brawling, they also insisted on smashing his stall. Since things had come to this, You Mian smiled faintly and got a hundredfold compensation out of them with his fists.

A year later, You Mian was still losing money instead of making it, but at last he met a sucker.

"Constable Sheng, look at this jade pendant, so elegant and luxurious. And this purse, with its lingering fragrance. I can't think of anyone but you who could do them justice!"

"...Wrap them up."

You Mian's lazy expression instantly turned into a delighted grin. As he named an astronomical price, he prepared to pack up the goods.

But Constable Sheng, still as graceful as an orchid and as lovely as jade despite sitting in a wheelchair, took the purse and handed it to him instead.

The young man's face was as pale as the moon. His elegant fingertips carried a hint of spirit. "It's for you."

But the ears hidden beneath his dark hair were red as blood.

Theme: Saving each other through a love that goes both ways