Reborn as the Beloved White Moonlight Who Dies Young

[Upcoming dual-rebirth novel: Transmigrating into the Future Emperor's Cannon-Fodder Husband. Please add it to your favorites! qwq] Spring Night Tide Rising is a cultivation novel that promises one thing but delivers a harem romance. Chu Wenchen is the irresistible protagonist: beautiful, extraordinarily gifted, and pursued by three devoted, dangerously obsessive men. All three long to dote on him day and night, and the four of them embark on a turbulent romance, mixing sweetness with heartbreak and leaving readers howling with delight. But just as readers were speculating about who the true male lead would be, no one expected the black-hearted Chu Wenchen to have turned evil. He drew his sword and killed all three men. Every heavenly genius in the running to be the male lead died by his hand. He proved his Dao through killing and ascended to immortality. At the end of the book, Chu Wenchen returned to the little town where it all began. His black hair fell to his waist, and a smile touched his jade-like face, but blood dripped from his sword. Cold and indifferent, he looked like a demon risen from the hell of the tongue-torn. ...They say his childhood friend, his late first love, is buried there. As luck would have it, Shi Yan transmigrated into the role of that first love. The System he was bound to bossed him around. "A proper first love needs to know how to make a sacrifice. You have to die at just the right moment to leave an unforgettable impression. Got it?" Shi Yan: ? What the heck? I'm straight. I have to become another man's first love? System: "That's right. And there's more." "You need to make Chu Wenchen's memories of you so profound that he'd want to share life and death with you, even journey to the ends of the underworld together. Only then will you be a perfect first love!" Shi Yan didn't understand. But he was deeply shaken. He clutched his First Love Training Manual, but he figured he was taking the good-buddy route. He felt kind of sorry for the protagonist, so he couldn't help being nice to him, but he never did anything out of line. After all, he was a straight guy. Even when it was time to die, he was committed to the role. Shi Yan coughed up blood and still made sure to say something nice, earnestly urging the darkened heartthrob to be a good person. What he didn't expect was that later on, he would transmigrate into a useless little incubus with delicate hands and an alluring, bewitching body, just as he was about to be married off to a wealthy landowner. On their wedding night, someone held the wedding scale and leisurely lifted his red veil. Shi Yan looked up in alarm and saw Chu Wenchen's handsome face, smiling as if he weren't smiling. The demonic cultivator behind Chu Wenchen clicked his tongue in admiration. "Young Master, he looks like he'd make a perfect furnace for you." Shi Yan: ... Don't ask. All I can say is, I want to die. - Chu Wenchen wasn't interested in immortality. Or rather, he was born emotionally detached and had always been indifferent to the things around him. Only one thing had ever stirred his heart: on a winter evening when he was seventeen, with the cold wind howling, his wicked childhood friend, resting on his back, suddenly came back to life. The faint breaths against his neck were enough to make ripples in his heart for once. But he never expected that after spending a year with him, the boy would die on a spring day amid blooming mountain flowers, slumped against his shoulder, his blood soaking through his clothes until his white robes were entirely red. A few years later, this person became an incubus, then a genius with a single lightning spirit root, and joined the same sect as him. Shi Yan kicked away a few idiots who didn't know their place and challenged him. Impatiently drawing his sword, he lifted the man's chin with its tip and said with a smile, "You're all too weak. Only Senior Brother Chu is worth a match against me." Almost instantly, the heart that had lain quiet for so long began to pound wildly. Chu Wenchen, watching from the sidelines, turned his head toward the spirited young man onstage and suddenly smiled. ...He had found him. A spirited, confident young shou x a genuinely beautiful, powerful, tragic, obsessive gong who is very good at putting on an act around the shou Synopsis screenshot taken on June 4, 2023 Upcoming: After Binding a Black Lotus Sword Spirit [Book Transmigration]. A reunion-in-this-life-and-the-next xianxia story. Please add it to your favorites! qwq!! Synopsis: A lazy, elegant junior brother x an obsessive, beautiful gong Xie Ran transmigrated into an old-school, melodramatic xianxia novel called Asking About Love. The protagonist, Wen Lian, cultivates the Heartless Dao, yet has the constitution of an irresistible heartthrob: a cold, beautiful face, a peach-blossom charm, and an alluring body that draws the covetous attention of countless men. Among his many suitors, the one who makes readers grit their teeth and ache with frustration is Chang You. He is sickly cold and obsessively possessive. He's the one who tempts Wen Lian into breaking the Heartless Dao, only to later let him go without a backward glance, leaving the beautiful protagonist in tears. This menace meets his end when the other suitors, consumed with jealousy, join forces to destroy him. The readers all cried: Damn, how can you not add a man this compelling to the harem?!!! Only Xie Ran watched with a clear conscience. The reason was simple: Chang You was one of the few characters in this ridiculous novel with his wits about him. He wasn't dragged into the protagonist's mess, and Xie Ran was relieved. There's no need to go into all the novel's melodrama. Xie Ran transmigrated into this ridiculous book with no backstory, no golden finger, and no special aura. He doesn't even exist in the original story. He's pure cannon fodder. Fortunately, Xie Ran was bound to a sword spirit. The sword spirit was a good person, if a little cold. It knew everything from astronomy to geography, and the two of them insulted people, cultivated, and fought monsters together. After three years together, the sword spirit knew better than anyone how much Xie Ran hated Chang You and the rest of the protagonist's group. On the day the sword spirit vanished, the Di Ting secret realm collapsed and the phoenix was born. At last, the darkness the original story never revealed began to unfold before Xie Ran, one thin page at a time. And he wiped the blood from his lips and walked out of the wind and snow, step by step, to become the Supreme Swordbearer. The Supreme Swordbearer, unique across the Six Realms, the master of the Undying Bone, so devastatingly cool he could make anyone's knees weak, a person of pure light: on the eerie, yin-filled hour of midnight during the Ghost Festival, he was abducted into the Prison of Endless Torment. Ten thousand ghosts crouched and trembled. The terrifying cries of greed, rage, and delusion could not make the boy kneeling on the ground change the slightest expression. Only when he heard a soft laugh did he look up, momentarily stunned. The palace bells rang clear and bright. His blood ran cold. The sound of three thousand winds became a merciless, murderous flash of swordlight. The Ghost Lord on the throne rested his chin on his hand and smiled at him. White hair, golden eyes, finger bones like bamboo joints, lips a dazzling, alluring red. "Xie Ran, the junior brother taken in by Elder Taiching of the Asking Immortals Sect?" His voice was soft, hoarse, and nonchalant, bringing to mind a cold-blooded, indifferent snake. In an instant, Xie Ran's whole body stiffened, as if he had been cast to the bottom of a frozen lake. Only then did Xie Ran understand. In the chill of early spring, beneath brilliant peach blossoms and rosy clouds, when he had spoken of Chang You with utter loathing, the sword spirit had given a quiet, almost mocking snort. "What makes you so sure I'm not him?" - In his previous life, someone in the Immortal Realm described Chang You: Born in chaos, raised in a place without light, time, or sun and moon. White hair, golden eyes, commander of all ghosts. One man, and he is the Prison of Endless Torment. But no one knew that this notorious future lord of the Prison of Endless Torment, destined to cast a shadow over everyone, had once opened his eyes at the age of seven and become the sword spirit of a child his own age. From then on, their daily routine consisted of trading insults and blows. Sometimes it was a father-and-son showdown; often, a duel to the death. The Supreme Swordbearer x The Lord of the Prison of Endless Torment "We share a bed in life, and a coffin in death." Theme: Never abandon kindness, and never let evil grow.