Two Dragon-Prides Transmigrate into an Old-School Tragedy

[Please add these to your reading list: "Record of the Obsessive Immortal Lord's Crematorium" and "He Really Will Die [Reborn]"]

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Before transmigrating into a book, Ning Yun Zhi was locked in a fight to the death with his nemesis, Xie Zhu.

He proved his Dao through slaughter, and the harder he fought, the faster his cultivation soared. Just as he was getting into it, Ning Yun Zhi transmigrated into a groveling-romance novel and became the frail protagonist who suffered both emotional and physical abuse.

Ning Yun Zhi: ?

When Ning Yun Zhi arrived, he was weakly kneeling on the ground. The male lead stood with his hands behind his back, his scarlet eyes holding one part reluctance and nine parts ruthlessness. "A Zhu needs your inner core to cure the poison. Don't make me do it myself."

Ning Yun Zhi was stunned. What was this old-fashioned setup where you cut out the heart, kidneys, and inner core for the white moonlight?

System: The whole point of a groveling-romance novel is to torment the protagonist early on. The more cruelly he's treated, the more satisfying it is when the scummy male lead regrets it and comes crawling after him!

System: So, Host, just be patient. Once you finish the entire plot, you can go back to your original world.

Ning Yun Zhi pushed himself up by his knees, took a deep breath, and steadied himself.

The male lead was moved. "You saved A Zhu. I definitely won't treat you poorly in the future..."

Ning Yun Zhi slapped him hard across the face. Watching him fly through the air in a graceful arc, he smiled with satisfaction.

He was an old ancestor who'd killed countless people and struck terror throughout the entire cultivation world. They expected him to let two paper characters bully him? What a joke.

The next moment, Ning Yun Zhi clutched his chest and coughed up blood.

System: Host, did you forget your character setting? You're a frail protagonist who gasps every three steps, coughs every five, and spits blood every seven!

Ning Yun Zhi: ??

Just as the male lead leaped up in a rage, ready to dig himself into an even deeper hole, A Zhu kicked him in the butt from behind. He went "biu!" and tumbled through a 360-degree flip, landing face-first in the dirt.

Ning Yun Zhi was dumbfounded. The male lead was stunned.

The white moonlight, A Zhu, didn't even glance at him. She strode right up to Ning Yun Zhi and said in a low, cold voice, "You. Change your name. Now."

Xie Zhu was locked in an intense battle with Ning Yun Zhi, the winner about to be decided, when everything went black.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the protagonist was using Ning Yun Zhi's name, crying miserably and pathetically, and had even made himself cough up blood after punching the scumbag with a weak little fist.

Hah. If you want to be a pitiful doormat, do it yourself. Don't use that person's name!

*

System: Host, you need to make the scumbag regret it and the white moonlight fear you!

Ning Yun Zhi: Making them afraid they might run into me is a kind of regret, too.

With the frailest body, he fights the fiercest battles.

All kinds of bizarre characters take turns tormenting the protagonist, and Ning Yun Zhi is getting a little excited.

With corpses strewn behind him and the lingering force of his sword energy still echoing between heaven and earth, the refined, frail young man is going on a killing spree while coughing blood.

So why is the scumbag's white moonlight looking at him more and more strangely?

She's not afraid at all. Is she actually excited?

Ruthless, career-minded protagonist x flirtatious, love-struck male lead

Two strong leads, scum getting what's coming to him, comedy

The protagonist is self-interested and cold-hearted. Don't read if that's not for you.

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"Record of the Obsessive Immortal Lord's Crematorium"

Yi Lan is always praising the Daoist companion he picked up to anyone who'll listen.

His companion is peerlessly handsome and gentle. Though he's an Immortal Lord, he doesn't mind that Yi Lan is a demonic cultivator. He takes such good care of frail Yi Lan, handling all the housework himself. He's both beautiful and good at earning money to support him.

Listener: What happened next?

Yi Lan: Later, he willingly shortened his life to forcibly dissolve our Daoist pact, leaving me only some spirit stones and a letter.

Listener: ?? And then?

Yi Lan: So I came to settle the score with him!

They say never pick up a man on the roadside. He might come with a nasty surprise.

Sure enough, his Daoist companion wasn't down and out at all. He was outrageously powerful.

Their first words when they met again: "You think I didn't leave you enough spirit stones?"

Their second: "Wasn't the letter clear enough?"

The letter said that immortals and demons could never coexist. He'd made an exception only because Yi Lan had saved his life. Next time they met, he would uphold the Dao and eliminate the demon.

His real name was Pei Huai He. He was the eldest disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect, a heaven-blessed prodigy and the greatest swordsman in the world.

He'd been badly wounded and lost his memory, and Yi Lan had saved him. That's how the misunderstanding began.

Loving a demonic cultivator was a disgrace!

Facing the sword pointed at his chest, Yi Lan thought: Well, this is really fucking awful. No, it's more like getting fucked by a dog.

*

At the sect leader's succession ceremony, Pei Huai He killed a demonic cultivator, but went mad at that very moment.

From that day on, the cultivation world lost a promising champion of the righteous path and gained a demon feared by all. He traveled across the Nine Regions, obsessively searching for signs that the person he'd lost was still alive.

He refused to believe Yi Lan could be dead. How could someone so full of tricks possibly die?

Sure enough, that liar wasn't dead!

Yi Lan's health seemed even worse. He was even going blind and deaf more and more often.

He'd staged his death by splitting off a wisp of his soul, damaging his spirit in the process. Serves him right!

Pei Huai He sneered at him even as he forced him to form a new pact.

Once their Daoist pact was in place, Pei Huai He could use his own soul to nourish Yi Lan's.

But to his shock, he discovered that Yi Lan's soul had long been shattered beyond repair.

When Pei Huai He had forcibly dissolved their pact back then, his Daoist companion had used his own soul to bear the cost. That's why Yi Lan's senses would come and go, until his soul-blood ran dry and he vanished completely.

Yi Lan coughed up a mouthful of blood. "As the Demon Lord, you'll live as long as heaven and earth. Take your time. I'm leaving first."

"I wasn't lying this time. Don't worry."

His senses sharpened at that moment. He saw Pei Huai He half-kneeling on the ground, desperately burning his own life force to keep him alive.

Clear-eyed, radiant, sharp-tongued, frail beauty protagonist x obsessive, deranged male lead torn between love and hate

Upcoming: "He Really Will Die [Reborn]"

After both his parents died, Su Sheng went to live with Uncle Xie, a friend of his late father, and met Xie Cun.

Xie Cun was cold on the outside but warm underneath, patient, and tolerant of all Su Sheng's willfulness. He was also thoughtful about Su Sheng's frail health, preparing low-salt, low-oil meals for him.

For a while, the elevator was broken, so Xie Cun carried Su Sheng up and down nineteen floors for half a month.

Later, after the elevator was fixed, Su Sheng looked at Xie Cun, who had crouched in front of him out of muscle memory, and felt his heart race like never before.

-

Su Sheng loved Xie Cun.

He loved him so much that he wouldn't give up after being rejected, clinging to him even after being turned down again and again.

He tried every trick he could, using Xie Cun's kindness to his advantage. Pretending to be weak and playing for sympathy always worked.

Once again, he pretended to feel unwell and tricked Xie Cun into picking him up at a bar.

Half a glass of cocktail, one reckless night.

Looking at the mess strewn across the floor, Xie Cun was beside himself with rage.

His clenched fist never struck Su Sheng's face. Instead, Xie Cun smiled, his eyes full of contempt, disappointment, and intense disgust. "Get out!"

-

Su Sheng couldn't explain himself. He kept calling Xie Cun, calling all night, until Xie Cun finally answered just before his phone ran out of battery.

Xie Cun's voice was colder than ever, dripping with mockery. "Feeling unwell again?"

Su Sheng: "Yeah."

Su Sheng: "I think I'm going to die."

Xie Cun sneered. "Then go die."

-

At first, Xie Cun had only pitied Su Sheng for losing both his parents, so he'd taken care of him.

He never expected Su Sheng to fall in love with him, let alone go so far as to use such a vile, despicable trick!

After leaving him alone all night, he'd wanted to hear Su Sheng's explanation, then cut all ties with him.

Who knew Su Sheng would try the same old trick again, trying to lure him into sleeping with him once more?

In a fit of rage, Xie Cun said the one thing that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

The only son of the Su family died of a heart attack in the early hours of this morning.

At the funeral, a lawyer read out the will Su Sheng had made long ago. He'd left all his property to Xie Cun.

His friends and relatives envied him for his sudden, enormous fortune.

But Xie Cun felt as if...he'd lost everything.

When Xie Cun opened his eyes again, he was back at the bar that night.

Theme: Remember the lofty ambitions we had in our youth, when we vowed to be the best in the world.