The God Venerable Wants Me

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Originally titled "The Divine Venerable Wants to Abandon His Wolf Cub Again [Reborn]"

Coming soon: "Our Artifact Refiners Only Make Proper Things." See the blurb at the very end!

[Sweet-on-the-outside, dark-on-the-inside yandere wolf gong x aloof, chaste master shou]

"The day Master killed me, the snow fell heavily."

"Later, Master became my captive, and the bed shook just as hard."

Lou Yan was still a little wild wolf when Heng Qichun found him.

The Divine Venerable, revered by all and seated high above the masses, deigned to roll up his sleeves and wash the filthy dirt from the wolf's tail himself.

Later, the little wild wolf took human form, revealing himself to be a stunningly beautiful young man.

Before the gathered gods of the Xuan Sect, Heng Qichun took him as his disciple, and the filthy little wolf finally had a "Master."

The immortal and demon realms had lived in peace until Lou Yan swallowed a merfolk whole in the Heavenly Terrace Pool, provoking the entire demon race to attack him.

The immortals tied Lou Yan up beneath the pool and forced Heng Qichun to expel him from the sect.

That day, Lou Yan knelt at Heng Qichun's feet and begged his Master, "Please don't abandon me."

But Heng Qichun thrust his sword at Lou Yan's brow, exposing his wolf-demon tail before everyone.

"Allowing such a creature into my sect was my oversight."

Standing on the high platform, Heng Qichun watched as Lou Yan was thrown into the Heavenly Terrace Pool, bound hand and foot. The merfolk's kin tore at his flesh until nothing remained but bones.

Lou Yan lay in the pool's pitch-black waters for three years. The agony of his flesh growing back, inch by inch, was no less than the pain of Heng Qichun's sword.

When Lou Yan finally crawled out of the pool, the Six Realms trembled and all the beasts wailed. The demons and ghosts knelt and begged, "Demon Lord, lead us in conquering the Immortal Sect!"

It turned out he wasn't a wolf demon at all. He was the last demon of the Nine Hells Underworld.

His hatred for Heng Qichun nearly turned Lou Yan into a bloodthirsty monster with fangs. In the end, he slaughtered the Six Realms, razing both the Immortal Sect and the Divine Realm to the ground.

Heng Qichun was the last person he would kill with his own hands.

Lou Yan pushed open the doors of the divine palace, only to find Heng Qichun kneeling inside, covered in blood. He had exhausted his cultivation and had only a breath left.

The one he had sacrificed everything to save was a little wild wolf, whimpering softly.

That was Lou Yan's original form.

"Aren't you a god?" Lou Yan rasped. "How can a god lose all his cultivation?"

Heng Qichun knelt before him, his usually calm eyes holding nothing but a sorrowful smile.

Lou Yan watched helplessly as Heng Qichun dug out his own core and fed it to the little wolf, then stroked its bald head.

"Little wolf, in your next life... spare the people of the Six Realms."

As the words fell, Heng Qichun transformed into a sword and pierced Lou Yan. They died together that winter.

The little wild wolf let out a mournful cry, as if answering him.

For two hundred years, blizzards raged, and the bones of gods and demons alike crumbled to dust.

When Lou Yan opened his eyes once more, he found himself back on the day he knelt beneath the Heavenly Terrace Pool, about to be expelled from Heng Qichun's sect...

He tied a red cord around himself and personally delivered himself to Heng Qichun, kneeling before him in the form of the most exalted demon of the Nine Hells Underworld.

"I can spare the people of the Six Realms."

"But only if the Divine Venerable takes me."

[Reader's Guide]

1. This is a gong-centric story. The Divine Venerable is a beautiful, powerful, and tragic character. He'll be somewhat frail early on, for reasons explained later~

2. Extremely, extremely, extremely melodramatic!

3. 1v1, happy ending, both are each other's first, strong leads.

4. Blurb posted on April 4, 2023.

--- Blurb for the upcoming "Our Artifact Refiners Only Make Proper Things" ---

[Flexible-morals shou x vindictive-to-the-extreme, majorly twisted gong]

Lin Wudu, a cultural relics restorer, died suddenly.

When he opened his eyes again, he had transmigrated into the body of an artifact refiner in a famously impoverished cultivation sect. Then he learned two terrible things:

First, the sect made most of its money by taking commissions for 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 that the sect leader was insane, and the few disciples still under him were all busy changing majors.

Lin Wudu didn't change majors. He thought this was the perfect chance to make a fortune.

While telling people, "We artifact refiners only make proper things, okay~," he applied for a secret identity token on the spiritual net and posted a message on a discreet forum.

AAA Custom Magical Artifacts, Sister Lin:

Professional artifact refiner for 15 years. I take all kinds of custom orders, including private amusements (extra charge). Bedchamber delights available with vibration, warmth, and stamina-boosting talismans. Completely discreet. Rush orders accepted, delivered by flying sword the next day.

That very night, Lin Wudu landed a huge order.

The client was generous and wanted a bed made of dark iron, with an iron ring welded to each of its four corners. The welds had to be sturdy enough that even three oxen pulling together couldn't break them.

Lin Wudu worked through the night. When delivering the bed, he even threw in a cool, breezy women's dress to make sure the couple would enjoy their dual cultivation.

He followed the address the client had left, but the route grew stranger and stranger. At last, carrying the enormous bed, he stood outside a side room, comparing the address with the scene before him over and over.

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

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

The story grew more and more outrageous until it became: "Pei Sidao may seem aloof, but he's actually a pervert who can't live without erotic magical artifacts."

Pei Sidao: "Hmph."

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

As luck would have it, a few days later, he saw a vague post on the spiritual net and immediately placed an order for a dark-iron bed that could restrain a cultivator.

On the day it arrived, he had bathed early and pushed open the door with his hair loose, only to find "Sister Lin" standing in his courtyard, carrying a huge bed.

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

Lin Wudu, completely unaware that he was taking the blame for the original owner's actions, grinned and offered him a women's dress. "Would the client 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 fell silent.

The Heavenly Craft Artifact Sect suddenly struck it rich. Orders piled up until customers queued at the mountain gate, and every instruction manual for a "special artifact" had a line printed on it: Personally tested and approved by Daoist Lin.

Lin Wudu looked at the temperature-sensitive see-through talisman on the dress and nearly cried. "Actually, I'm not that fond of this dress, okay~"

Pei Sidao: "It fits perfectly, looks great, and is very clear."

Theme: May the gods bring you many blessings.