I Picked Up a Male Flower God

[Recommended Upcoming Novel: Big Brother Is Looking for an Extra]

Shi Yao transmigrated into the body of a lonely farm girl and found a garishly decorated clay sculpture. She used it as a flower stand, picking the prettiest flowers every day to display on it, unaware that the sculpture mistook them for offerings.

One day, Shi Yao dreamed someone told her she should worship the gods with hymns of praise.

When she woke up, Shi Yao thought: Wow, there really are gods!

So besides picking flowers, she began praising the clay sculpture every night before bed.

One day, the male Flower God, blushing from all the compliments, appeared before her. The handsome, gentle god pretended to be fierce and snapped, "H-How dare you! Showing such disrespect to a god, you... do you know your crime?"

Wow, he really is a god!

Shi Yao blinked and sincerely apologized. Her casual, flippant compliments became earnest hymns of praise, but somehow the Flower God felt even less at ease.

After gaining the power of faith, the Flower God gathered himself and appeared again, quietly reminding her, "Y-You can just do as you did before."

Shi Yao bargained with him. "Then let me touch your hand."

The male Flower God was so startled that he hid his hand in his sleeve, the tips of his ears turning crimson. "How dare you!"

Shi Yao explained with utmost seriousness, "I've been running out of things to say lately. I can't imagine how holy and beautiful a god's hands are. I have to touch them and see them to come up with convincing words of praise."

The flush spread from his ears down his neck.

Shi Yao pressed on. "Haven't I been saying less lately?"

He clutched his sleeve and hesitantly asked, "Is that really true?"

Shi Yao replied, "Absolutely."

In a world where gods and ghosts coexist, gods are born from human faith. When new gods arise, old ones fall.

Now the Goddess of Flowers reigns, with followers stretching for a thousand miles. The last male Flower God has lost his final believer and is about to disappear, but Shi Yao brought him home. He saw the prettiest flowers and heard the most beautiful words.

P.S.:

1. This is a warm, lighthearted and healing story.

2. Updates daily at noon. Please excuse me if anything comes up.

3. Please check out my ongoing novel, They Want Me to Become a Big Shot in Another World.

4. Please check out my completed novel, I Got the Little White Flower Persona in the Villains' Camp.

Blurb for Big Brother Is Looking for an Extra:

I'm the most ordinary extra in a cultivation novel.

I have no talent, no connections, and no lucky encounters.

Every day, I carry water, pull weeds, and tend the spiritual fields. During breaks, I listen to my coworkers praise Big Brother.

Big Brother is exceptionally talented and as noble as the moon on a clear night. He's the most handsome man under heaven.

Countless people admire him, but he only loves his junior sister.

This has nothing to do with me.

But Big Brother once saved my life.

It wasn't a big deal, really. He's saved more people than there are fish crossing a river. I'm just an inconspicuous extra.

Still, I joined the Big Brother Praise Club.

Every day, my coworkers and I compete to see who can praise him the most extravagantly.

I thought life would go on like this.

I'd carry water, pull weeds, and tend the spiritual fields, then praise Big Brother during breaks. If I still hadn't advanced by the time I turned thirty, I'd go down the mountain, buy a plot of land, and grow vegetables and raise chickens.

After all, farming is the only thing I know how to do.

Then one day, a disciple covered in blood brought back some news:

Big Brother was dead.

My coworker was stunned. "How is that possible?!"

Exactly. How could it be possible?

The sect had sent people out five times, but they hadn't even found Big Brother's bones.

I heard his junior sister cried until she fainted, the Sect Master went gray at the temples, and all the women in the sect were so grief-stricken that their periods were delayed.

I was halfway through mourning when I suddenly remembered that my period was due at the end of the month.

It was the middle of the month.

I was sad, but life had to go on.

Almost nobody in the sect mentioned Big Brother anymore, but then I had a dream.

In the dream, Big Brother saved me.

I sat by my bed all night and came to a conclusion.

People should be grateful.

Even extras are people.

So I packed my things and took a mission to go down the mountain and look for Big Brother.

I didn't tell anyone. I was afraid they'd laugh at me.

I spent three months at the peak of the Mountains and Seas.

The place was buried in snow, a vast white emptiness. There was nothing there, not even a corpse, let alone Big Brother.

My cultivation was weak, and I had no experience. I slipped and fell into an icy lake.

I thought I was done for.

As I was about to die, I regretted one thing.

Big Brother had saved me, and I did like him a little.

But when it came down to it, my life was a little more important than his.

I didn't die.

And I found Big Brother's corpse.

The demonic beasts had hung us from the cave ceiling like strips of jerky.

The sect disciples who hadn't made it back were hanging there too.

They had been frozen into pillars of ice.

The demonic beasts were tired of frozen meat and wanted something fresh.

They dragged me out and held a knife to my neck, eager to try it out.

The leader stared at me for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, pounding the table.

I thought it was happy because it had come up with a new way to eat me.

Sure enough, it wanted my heart.

I traded my heart for Big Brother's corpse.

People die without their hearts.

I didn't die.

It hurts so much.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

Can the living really feel pain like this?

Or am I already dead?

I must be dead.

People can't live without hearts.

I put Big Brother's heart in my chest.

It was beating.

Big Brother wasn't dead, and neither was I.

That's wonderful.

Big Brother's eyes and ears were badly damaged, and his spiritual meridians were blocked. He couldn't whisk me back to the sect.

How sad.

I lied to him.

I told him my name was Xiao Lu.

After all, people die without their hearts.

And I was still alive, as was Big Brother.

I spent all my savings on a house, then planted vegetables and raised chickens in front of it.

I could slaughter one a day to help Big Brother regain his strength.

Big Brother said he liked me.

It seems the chickens I bought weren't ordinary chickens.

Big Brother ate too many.

He got too much nourishment.

Then Big Brother said he wanted to take me back.

He didn't mention his junior sister or ask how he'd been saved.

Big Brother must have realized the heart was his and wanted to trick me into going back so he could take it out.

I touched my chest. I couldn't bear to part with it.

People can't live without their hearts.

I ran away.

I took all the chickens with me.

These chickens weren't ordinary chickens. They could fetch a good price.

I could buy another house and keep growing vegetables and raising chickens.

I didn't manage to buy a house or grow vegetables and raise chickens.

A fellow disciple coming down the mountain saw me selling chickens and said they'd thought I had died on the mountain.

I went back to the sect.

I went back to carrying water, pulling weeds, and tending the spiritual fields.

During a break, my coworker said Big Brother had returned.

They all said

Big Brother had been saved by his junior sister.

Bullshit.

I was furious.

I was the one who traded my heart for him.

Liar.

Theme: Kind people deserve to be treated with kindness.