How to Raise a Dragon-Blooded Hero

Lu Jiuchong had transmigrated a thousand years ago and had long since reached the Mahayana realm.

Unfortunately, in his early years, he'd carved out a piece of his own immortal bone to survive and had never managed to get it back, leaving him unable to ascend.

So he decided to lie flat and live like a slacker.

That was, until a sound-transmitting jade tablet he'd forged as a teenager delivered a few voices from far away.

Only then did he realize he'd transmigrated into a book, a thousand years too early.

The Chosen One, the male lead of the book, was still a pitiful little nobody. He hadn't entered the path of cultivation or begun his face-slapping journey.

Huh? That wasn't right.

In Lu Jiuchong's few remaining memories, the book followed a genius-protagonist storyline. By this point, the protagonist should have joined a sect and made a name for himself as a Golden Core cultivator. How could he still be blind and bullied?

Something was wrong! Very wrong!

Lu Jiuchong secretly went to investigate and finally found the culprit: the immortal bone he'd lost in his youth had taken up residence in the male lead's body? In the original plot, he himself was just a walking golden finger for the protagonist's physique, and died as dead as could be.

But he hadn't died, so the immortal bone hadn't recognized a new master. It had simply occupied the male lead's sea of consciousness and heart lake, greedily devouring his spiritual and soul energy.

The key thing was, the immortal bone was enjoying itself so much that it told its master to hurry up and join in.

Let's eat together, Master! It's super delicious!

Lu Jiuchong: "..."

Join you? How is entering someone else's sea of consciousness and... having a spiritual-soul tryst with them any different?

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Lu Jiuchong went to great lengths to retrieve the immortal bone, but it refused to budge.

In the end, he had no choice but to station himself in the male lead's sea of consciousness and heart lake, telling his own immortal bone to stop sucking. If it kept going, the male lead really would die. While he was at it, he also had to push the Chosen One to cultivate, cultivate, and cultivate some more.

At this point, he could only rely on the Chosen One to deepen his cultivation and force the immortal bone out.

But no one had said that cultivating and leveling up would lead to ending up in the same bed and practicing cultivation together in a way that shook heaven and earth.

"Aren't you straight?"

"Wasn't the plan to have a beautiful confidante by your side, follow the Great Dao, fight your way to the top, and soar into the heavens?"

"Do you even know what it means to respect your master?"

Lu Jiuchong could barely crawl out of bed. He gave his nominal young disciple a thorough lesson.

The fake disciple, who was really his husband, said nothing and simply got to work.

Much later, Lu Jiuchong cursed loudly, feeling he'd gotten the short end of the stick.

His magic treasure sighed softly. "Master, shouldn't you blame yourself... for not acting like a proper teacher?"

Lu Jiuchong: "..."

He admitted it. He was just... used to running his mouth, and loved flirting without ever taking a loss.

P.S. A sharp-tongued, boastful, never-loses Daoist cultivator bottom vs. a taciturn, highly capable, cool sword cultivator top.

Theme: Love can save them both.