We Artifact Refiners Only Make Proper Things

[A shameless bottom with flexible morals × a top with a monstrous grudge-holding streak]

Lin Wudu, a cultural relics restorer, died suddenly.

When he opened his eyes again, he had become an artifact cultivator in a famously impoverished sect in the cultivation world, and learned two terrible things:

First, the sect made most of its money from custom magical artifacts. Orders had plummeted over the past two years, making it the poorest sect in the entire cultivation world.

Second, rumors had recently spread through the sect that their senior brother, the sect leader, had gone mad. The few disciples still under him were all busy switching majors.

Lin Wudu didn't switch. He thought this was a golden opportunity to make a fortune.

He publicly declared, "We artifact cultivators only make proper stuff, okay?" Meanwhile, he applied for a secret identity on the Spirit Network and posted a message on a private board.

AAA Magical Artifact Custom Orders, Miss Lin:

Fifteen years of professional artifact-cultivation experience. Custom orders of all kinds accepted, including private, tasteful toys (extra charge). Bedside pleasure devices available with vibration, warmth, and stamina-enhancing talismans. Absolutely discreet. Rush orders accepted. Flying-sword express delivery, next-day arrival.

That very night, Lin Wudu landed a huge order.

The customer was generous and wanted a custom black-iron bed with an iron ring at each corner. The rings had to be welded on securely enough that even three oxen pulling together couldn't rip them off.

Lin Wudu worked through the night. When he delivered the bed, he even threw in a cool, light women's dress as a gift, promising it would make the couple's dual cultivation especially satisfying.

He headed to the address the customer had left, but the route grew stranger and stranger. Carrying a huge bed, he could only stand outside a side room, repeatedly checking the address against what he saw in front of him.

Wait... Wasn't this the sect leader's courtyard?

Pei Sidao wasn't crazy. A junior brother he'd punished not long ago had started a rumor about him.

The rumor grew more and more outrageous, until it became: "Pei Sidao seems aloof, but in truth he's a pervert who can't live without erotic magical artifacts."

Pei Sidao: "Hmph."

He decided to let the rumor-monger find out firsthand what it meant to ask for a hammer and get hammered.

As it happened, a few days later he saw an obscure post on the Spirit Network and immediately placed an order for a black-iron bed that could restrain cultivators.

On delivery day, he bathed early, then opened the door with his hair loose. To his surprise, "Miss Lin" was already standing in his courtyard, carrying a huge bed.

Looking at that face, he recognized the junior brother who had spread the rumor about him.

Lin Wudu, completely unaware that he was taking the blame for the original owner's deeds, smiled obsequiously and held out a dress. "Would the customer like to try the free gift? It turns transparent as your body temperature rises~"

Pei Sidao smiled and gritted out his name. "Lin Wudu."

The air suddenly went still.

The Heavenly Craft Artifacts Sect suddenly grew rich, with so many orders that customers lined up at the mountain gate. Yet every manual for a "special magical artifact" had a line printed on it: Tested and approved by Daoist Lin.

Lin Wudu looked at the temperature-controlled see-through talisman on the dress and wanted to cry. "Actually, I'm not that fond of this dress, okay~"

Pei Sidao: "It fits perfectly, it looks great, and it's crystal clear."

[Reading Guide]

1. The bottom transmigrates into another person's body and takes the blame.

2. Both leads are sexually inexperienced, one-on-one romance, happy ending.

3. Blurb written on July 19, 2025.

Theme: Create wealth with your own hands, build the future through hard work!