When I Woke Up, My Sect Was Gone

I recommend my completed novel, "I Picked Up a Male Flower God." If you like it, please add it to your favorites!

Blurb:

During the first ten years after Zhou Shuang transmigrated, she suffered countless hardships. She even wondered whether she should die once and see if that would send her back.

She's so glad she held on until the eleventh year, when her master picked her up and she became the most adored junior sister on Wangqing Mountain.

Her master is kind and gentle. He eases all her pain and heals her with the rarest treasures of heaven and earth.

Her eldest senior sister is chivalrous. Every time she goes down the mountain and returns, she brings back some novelty to cheer Zhou Shuang up.

Her second senior brother is gentle and powerful, and loves plants and flowers. He often gives her pouches of soothing herbs and incense to help her sleep, and decorates her room with precious spiritual flowers.

Her third senior brother is always climbing onto roofs and raiding birds' nests, but treats her like a porcelain doll, afraid she might get bumped or bruised.

But when she wakes up one day, her master and senior brothers and sister are gone. From then on, she dons black clothes and sets out to find her sect.

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Meng Jin was saved by someone who refused his thanks. With his dying breath, the man said, "If you ever meet my junior sister, pester her, annoy her, cling to her. She's too much of a worrier, and I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it."

If none of you come back, what am I supposed to do?

P.S.:

1. Updates daily at noon. I'll post a notice if I need to take a day off.

2. The heroine will be reborn. Happy ending, with a big reunion at the very end.

3. If you like it, please add it to your favorites. Hope you enjoy reading!

Blurb for "I Picked Up a Male Flower God":

Shi Yao transmigrates into the body of an orphaned farm girl. She finds a flashy, muddy statue to use as a flower stand, and puts the prettiest flowers she can find on it every day. The statue mistakes her offerings for worship.

One day, Shi Yao dreams that she should honor the god with hymns of praise.

When she wakes, Shi Yao says, "Wow, there's a god!"

So besides picking flowers, she starts praising the muddy statue before bed every night.

One day, the blushing male flower god appears. The handsome, gentle flower god pretends to be fierce and scolds her: "H-how dare you! You're showing disrespect to a god. D-do you know your crime?"

Wow, he really is a god!

Shi Yao blinks and earnestly apologizes. Her casual, half-hearted flattery turns into solemn praise, but the flower god somehow feels even less comfortable.

After gaining the power of faith, the flower god focuses his mind and appears again, quietly reminding her: "Y-you can just keep doing what you used to do."

Shi Yao bargains with him: "Then let me see your hands."

The male flower god is so startled that he tucks his hands into his sleeves, the tips of his ears turning crimson. "How dare you!"

Shi Yao explains with an earnest expression: "I've been running out of things to say lately. I can't imagine how holy and beautiful a god's hands are, so I need to touch and see them before I can come up with convincing praise."

The redness on his ears spreads down his neck.

Shi Yao presses on: "Have I been talking less lately?"

He clutches his sleeve and asks hesitantly, "Is that really true?"

Shi Yao: "Absolutely."

In a world where gods and ghosts coexist, gods are born from people's faith. When a new god is born, an old god falls.

Nowadays, the female flower goddess reigns, with worshippers stretching for thousands of miles. The last male flower god has lost his final worshipper and is about to disappear, but Shi Yao takes him home. There, he sees the most beautiful flowers and hears the sweetest words.

Theme: Warm-hearted people deserve good things.