After the Greatest Sword Cultivator Fell

Chen Moqing, a young genius of the Tianshu Sect, sealed a demon god with a single sword strike. He roamed the nine thousand provinces, an unsurpassed swordsmanship prodigy among the younger generation. Then, overnight, he fell from the clouds. His sword broke, his body was ruined, and his meridians were crippled. He became a cultivation furnace coveted and hunted by everyone. Only after his sect joined forces to ambush and kill him on the northern border of Zhou did he learn the truth: the protagonist of this world was a transmigrator carrying a “System,” and he had stood in the way of the transmigrator’s path as the “male lead.” The northern border of Zhou was a desolate wilderness. Legend had it that the Demon Emperor had fallen there thousands of years ago. A few days later, Chen Moqing awoke beneath a cliff. His spiritual meridians were shattered, and a fluffy little ball in his arms nibbled his fingertip, mewing pitifully with hunger. Cang Shun: “Mew.” Chen Moqing: “…” Chen Moqing, the Tianshu Sect’s foremost swordsman, fell. His sword, Chenjie, was claimed by a disciple who had been showered with his masters’ affection from the moment he first entered the sect. Years later, the cultivation world gained a black-clad demonic cultivator, cool-eyed, pale, and proud. He was no swordsman, yet his magic was unrivaled beneath the heavens. At the cultivation world’s once-in-a-century tournament, the Tianshu Sect’s new prodigy held Chenjie and looked down on all his opponents. Within ten moves, the black-clad demonic cultivator sent him flying off the platform. The Tianshu Sect was in an uproar and moved to subdue the demonic cultivator. In front of the entire sect, the demonic cultivator removed his mask. Clad in black, stained with blood, and breathtakingly magnificent, he held Chenjie in his hand. He was none other than the former foremost swordsman, Chen Moqing. A fluffy snow-white ball perched on Chen Moqing’s shoulder and licked his face, revealing blood-red, terrifying eyes, just like the fearsome Demon Emperor of thousands of years ago. After narrowly surviving death, Chen Moqing picked up a fierce little fluffball at the bottom of a cliff. It was said to be the once-mighty Demon Emperor. An accidental contract forced them to stay bound together. They couldn’t stand each other, and the little fluffball spent every day puffing up and yelling that it wanted to break the contract. Later, the Demon Emperor finally regained his cultivation. Chen Moqing: “It’s time to break the contract.” Cang Shun: “…” The fluffy white beast tipped its head back and mewed at Chen Moqing, its soft fur trembling as it rubbed against the back of his hand. Chen Moqing: “?” 1. A beautiful, proud and unyielding swordsman with extraordinary talent in both swordsmanship and cultivation, and peerless strength, as the bottom x an initially mewling, fluffy little ball who later becomes an insanely possessive, puffed-up, wife-protecting Demon Emperor as the top 2. Equally matched leads, happy ending Weibo: @Ruoruoruoyangjun Check out the author’s completed novels! Saving the Male Lead, Then Running Away The Dragon Egg I Raised for a Thousand Years Finally Hatched Please add the author’s upcoming novel to your reading list! The Ex’s Corpse Is Talking After three years in bed with Lu Weiguang, Tang Ming asked to break up. The next day, he received news of Lu Weiguang’s death. It was a gruesome death, and even his head was missing. Under the Bureau of Strange Affairs’ new rules, corpses could not be cremated on the day they were found. They had to be observed for 24 hours, until the mutation period was over. At three in the morning, someone knocked on the bedroom door. The voice outside sounded just like Lu Weiguang. “A-Ming,” an unblinking eye stared through the crack in the door. “Let me in.” … His ex had come back. His missing head had grown back, all nice and whole. Then a mutation broke out, and he watched with his own eyes as Lu Weiguang turned into a monster with rotting skin, squirmed across the blood-soaked floor, and gently wrapped his arms around him. “A-Ming, my skin’s torn.” The monster, wearing a handsome face, rubbed against him plaintively. “It’ll grow back by tomorrow. You won’t hate me for it, will you, A-Ming?” Tang Ming: “...Did you wash your hands before rubbing up against me?” Later, the Bureau of Strange Affairs came to eliminate the monster. The bureau’s top hunter squad was dispatched, only to see their once-strongest captain calmly step out of his room and say, “You’re not taking him.” Behind him, a terrifying shadow emerged and swallowed him whole, like a cage. The squad members’ faces changed in alarm. Then their former captain turned around, and the terrifying monster instantly donned a docile human skin, obediently rubbing against his hand. “Listen to A-Ming.” … Tang Ming used to have a puppy-like boyfriend constantly at his side. They hadn’t seen each other again after Tang Ming broke up with him, and the puppy had died in an accident. Now the puppy had crawled back from a pool of blood, carrying his own head. Tang Ming thought he would go berserk, but instead he stuck to his side just like before, only now he was a little tentacle monster. During the day, the little tentacle monster hid in shadowy corners, watching him with damp, pleading eyes and gently tugging at the hem of his clothes with its tentacles. Tang Ming: “.” That works, too. He thought everything was back to normal. But on a lightless night, cool, supple tentacles wound around his waist, slipped beneath his clothes, and dragged him into a silent, erotic dream. Through uncontrollable spasms, he heard a deep voice at his ear, its laughter cold and distant. “Do you like this?” “If I keep A-Ming satisfied… you won’t leave me, right?” There’s a reason they broke up, and they’re each other’s first love! A sweet story with a younger boyfriend! 1. A calm, rational, easygoing and composed evolved human with formidable fighting strength as the bottom x a possessive, food-guarding monster who was easygoing in life but fiercely competitive after death as the top Theme: Beyond the sunken boat, a thousand sails pass by.