After Dreaming of My Black Lotus Junior Brother

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Xin Wan started frequently dreaming about Xu Shizan, the junior disciple of her sect.

Naturally, they weren't erotic dreams.

But they weren't much better.

In her dreams, her junior fellow disciple was still a member of a prestigious and righteous sect, just like he was now, but he was a ruthless schemer through and through. He seemed bright and cheerful, like a clear breeze and a radiant moon, but from his bones to his heart, not a single part of him wasn't dark.

He could murder their master and sow chaos in the sect. As for those beneath him, even a disciple who accidentally got his robe dirty would have their tendons severed.

Xin Wan dreamed every day of him slaughtering people, with rivers of blood and fields strewn with bones. She was so frightened that she grew more and more listless.

Outside her dreams, her junior fellow disciple kindly offered her a sachet. "The dark circles under your eyes are getting worse, Senior Sister. There are herbs inside to calm your nerves and help you sleep. You really should take care of yourself."

Xin Wan was so moved she nearly burst into tears. She accepted it, certain that demons must be behind those dreams, trying to drive a wedge between their pure and sincere senior-junior relationship.

Later, she decided to bring her junior fellow disciple some pastries to thank him, and went to find Xu Shizan in the back hills.

To her surprise, she saw Xu Shizan holding a sword to another disciple's throat.

He smiled, the corners of his mouth curling up, looking as if he were in a very good mood.

Yet he said viciously, "Senior Brother Gongsun, since you like gossiping about me behind my back so much, why don't I pull out your tongue?"

Xin Wan trembled all over. Xu Shizan noticed her. After knocking Senior Brother Gongsun unconscious, he walked over to her, smiling like a spring breeze. "Senior Sister, what are you doing here?"

Xin Wan swallowed, her palms slick with sweat. Then she heard him say, "Don't worry, Senior Sister. I won't hurt you."

Xin Wan shuddered, and the sachet slipped from her sleeve.

A tree branch pierced the sachet, exposing the herbs. A rabbit darted over, sniffed them, twitched a few times, and dropped dead on the spot.

Xin Wan: ...

Calm the nerves. Help you sleep.

*

To stay alive under her Black Lotus junior fellow disciple's thumb, Xin Wan was forced not only to form a one-sided life-and-death bond with him, but also to pretend she could foresee the future, speaking to Xu Shizan in riddles to beg for her life.

They began acting opposite each other every day.

At first, Xu Shizan only wanted to see how far Xin Wan would go to grovel before him to stay alive.

He had lived through several cycles of reincarnation. In life after life, he was betrayed by everyone, then ground to dust and hunted down by those self-proclaimed members of righteous sects. He wanted everyone in the world who knew his identity to die, every last one of them.

Then, one day, Xin Wan fell into a sword formation right before his eyes.

Several blades pierced her body. Blood stained her clothes red, and her brows were knitted in pain. Even as she died, she didn't leave Xu Shizan a single smile.

*

Xin Wan thought she was so clever. She had faked her death in front of Xu Shizan, believing she could finally escape his clutches.

Who could have guessed that when she opened her eyes, Xu Shizan would be carefully fastening a shackle around her ankle? His wrists were covered in scars, his eyes were red, and his expression was hard to read as he struggled to restrain his madness. He said, "Senior Sister, I've found you."

Xin Wan: It's over.

The fake death didn't work.

[Sweet-looking but secretly sinister, obsessive Black Lotus X Adorable little drama queen who can bend and endure]

1. The male lead initially wanted to kill the female lead because of a misunderstanding, but he won't later.

Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoy!

[Coming soon: What?! My Husband Is the Real Villain?]

Qiao Chengyu had spent half her life doing good deeds. Then one day, she transmigrated into a book, only to find herself inhabiting the story's most wicked female villain.

The original owner had loved the book's antagonist, Ye Jingsi, to no avail. Her love turned to hate, and she poisoned him, forcing him to marry her.

But the antagonist was even more ruthless. With one move, he turned the tables and made her marry an insignificant passerby from the book instead.

Qiao Chengyu: Got it. By the usual rules of transmigrating into a book, my goal is to redeem the villain!

She looked up and saw the groom in front of her.

He was strikingly handsome, with brows and eyes that seemed to hold snow that had never melted. A tiny mole on his nose drew the eye. He was like frost and snow atop a mountain, almost otherworldly.

Qiao Chengyu stared, then came back to herself. How did this insignificant passerby have such a high-spec character design?

The next moment, the young man coughed softly, and specks of blood appeared on his handkerchief. He smiled apologetically. "I'm Jiang Bohuai. I'm sorry you have to marry me, Miss Qiao."

His gaze made Qiao Chengyu's heart melt.

*

As someone well-versed in the tropes of transmigrating into a book, Qiao Chengyu threw herself wholeheartedly into the work of saving Ye Jingsi.

A spirit herb from a secret realm? Give it to him!

A competition prize? Give it to him!

A swordsmanship manual? Give it to him!

Fortunately, Jiang Bohuai was understanding and cooperative enough to play the part of her husband in public.

One night, the rain fell in huge drops.

Jiang Bohuai's lashes trembled as he asked, looking frail and pitiful, "Are you going to visit Fellow Daoist Ye again, my lady?"

Qiao Chengyu felt guilty. She heard him cough several times as he spoke, and wavered, hesitating. In the end, she comforted him with a few words, took an umbrella, and went out.

*

Jiang Bohuai was passionate about anything interesting. But after going through dozens of cycles of reincarnation, he had become all too familiar with everything in the world.

His life had become dull again.

Then, one day, out of nowhere,

he realized that his vicious wife, whom he had planned to kill early on, suddenly seemed like a different person.

Jiang Bohuai lowered his eyelids, concealing the excitement dancing in his eyes.

He pretended to be frail and obedient, catering to her every whim.

He watched her struggle to choose between things, hoping she'd be so consumed by guilt that she couldn't bear it. Then she would never leave him again.

*

Ye Jingsi had been struggling with something for days.

Should he tell the kind Qiao fellow cultivator that it was actually her current husband who had used the poison trick to force her into marriage?

But Jiang Bohuai was a vengeful lunatic who had beaten him down who knows how many times. What if he took revenge?!

[Coming soon: I Chose to Die Early to Avoid the Redemption Plot]

Yun Shuyue had diligently cultivated for half her life, spending twenty years as a cultivator.

Then, one day, a "System" that claimed it could take her home suddenly appeared in her mind.

According to the System, the world she lived in was just a book. She had been swept into it by an accident decades ago, spent twenty years as the eldest daughter of the Yun family, and become an important character in the story.

The book's ending: after enduring eighty-one trials, three protagonists who had been humiliated and trampled into the mud finally became powerful figures in the cultivation world, each ruling over their own domain.

To return to the real world, she had to complete her character's mission: redeem the protagonists when they were being humiliated, make them feel the world's warmth, and become the white moonlight who gave them a reason to keep going.

The Yun family's eldest daughter, who had always been the one people fawned over: ...

She pursed her lips, ready to throw in the towel.

After much cajoling and persuasion, Yun Shuyue finally relented. She could be a white moonlight, but she wouldn't do any redeeming.

However, she discovered that the three protagonists were her childhood friend whom she'd disliked since they were little, a cold-faced boy from the Demon Realm, and an aloof and untouchable Immortal Venerable.

Yun Shuyue: ...Great. The world might as well end.

The one silver lining was that all three were still blessed by fate.

Yun Shuyue had never tried to win anyone over, but she had read plenty of romance stories and knew that making someone like you required at least a million percent sincerity.

She couldn't offer sincerity, but she could fake it.

From then on, she fussed over the three of them, always first in line to stand up for them (and make trouble for them). Even when she happened to pick a flower bud, she thought of taking it back to placate them.

*

Wei Yu was a cultivation-world prodigy, as elegant as an orchid and dazzlingly talented.

One day, he realized something was off about his childhood friend.

She clung to him like a little tail. Annoyed and exasperated, he pushed her away. "Stop following me."

Yun Shuyue smiled and blinked, acting as if he were the only person in her world. "I can't."

In her heart, she cursed him in every way she could think of, then reminded herself that the time when they'd fall from grace hadn't come yet. She'd just have to endure it for now. Once she "died," she wouldn't have to follow the redemption plot anymore.

Wei Yu pressed his lips together, his brows lowering. He thought Yun Shuyue liked him so much that she was beyond saving, and treated her even more harshly.

*

Being a white moonlight was hard.

Yun Shuyue counted the days on her fingers, and at last, the perfect time to "die" arrived.

The flames devoured everything. Even the little corner of the roof was swept up by the leaping fire and reduced to ashes.

Wei Yu choked, barely able to breathe. His fingers clung desperately to the stone wall Yun Shuyue had clutched, his eyes red and blood seeping from his fingertips, but someone still dragged him out of the fire.

His whole body was stiff as he fell to his knees before the flames. The blaze scorched the corners of his eyes. Then, as if he could no longer hold back, he coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

*

Yun Shuyue failed to return home. The "System" in her mind seemed to have lost contact, as though it had never existed. Fortunately, she found a handsome husband who was supposedly, like her, someone who had transmigrated into a book.

He was gentle and considerate, attentive in every way. Life was at least bearable.

Then, one day,

she opened the door and found someone standing right outside.

Wei Yu's lips were pressed tightly together. His fingers, gripping the door, were red at the knuckles as he called her, "Shushu."

Yun Shuyue was so frightened she hardly dared breathe. The next moment, someone grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her into a warm embrace.

Her husband smiled kindly and asked, "Is there something you need from my wife?"

Then, under the other man's unwavering stare, he affectionately pressed the tip of his nose to Yun Shuyue's. "Oh, right. A couple of people came looking for you the other day, too. They didn't look like good people, so I sent them away. Were they old acquaintances?"

Yun Shuyue: ...

Under the gaze of two pairs of eyes, she struggled to swallow.

Theme: Develop good sleeping habits.