Modern-Day Heavenly Master: Daily Shenanigans

Next up: Three Hundred Million Rough Men Dream of Me [Quick Transmigration]. Please add it to your collection, and see you next time An exorcist who tries hard to act normal despite carrying a three-thousand-jin burden of self-image X A rude but cheerful puppy-like guy with a wildly strong life force Wei Ming was born with a bizarre fate and one soul fragment missing, making him a natural cultivator. The price was that he lacked empathy. As a child, Wei Ming was constantly scolded by his master for not acting like a person. He soon figured out how to survive by pretending to be a good person: all he had to do was act sociable and use his abilities to help his fellow novice exorcists, who were far less capable. Thanks to this, he quickly became the sort of kid older exorcists held up as an example to others. Wei Ming could fool everyone else, but not his master. The wise old Daoist saw right through his beloved last disciple's true nature. Wei Ming was willing to hide his rebellious streak, but his master couldn't bear to see him struggle so much. "Move to Lishui Town. That's where your opportunity lies." Wei Ming saw how much older his master looked after the divination and obediently went. In Lishui Town, his neighbor Fang Yan, whose face always looked world-weary, quickly caught his attention. Whenever people came to pick a fight with him, the young man would say nothing and simply swing at them. Even with blood running down his battered face, he looked vicious, and utterly beautiful. Fang Yan had a rough upbringing. He struggled through the muck like a stubborn, resilient weed, yet even so, injustice still lit a fire in him. Wei Ming, who had little interest in the world, had never felt so curious and... excited by another person. What a fascinating soul. He really wanted to keep him... ---- Fang Yan's POV ---- A self-proclaimed exorcist, a total fraud, recently moved in next door. Fang Yan hadn't studied much, but even he could tell the guy was a scammer. If he were really any good, why would he come to such a poor place? Fang Yan worked odd jobs to support himself while watching the fraud con people with a cold eye. An old woman came by to find a wife for her son. She pulled out a few photographs and even their birth dates and times, then asked the fraud to figure out which girl would bring her son good fortune. The fraud said, "None of these women will be your daughter-in-law." The old woman was unhappy. "Why not? They're all good girls." The fraud replied, "The one you can't stand is the one who'll be your daughter-in-law." The old woman stormed off without paying. Fang Yan thought, I could do that too. Then one day, a young fraud came rushing in and shouted as soon as he stepped through the door, "Boss, I need help, and I need it now!" Then Fang Yan saw with his own eyes as the fraud wielded an ordinary peach branch with the majesty of heaven itself. The branch had been snapped off the old peach tree behind Fang Yan's house. After such a spectacular display, the fraud charged... 120 yuan. Fang Yan couldn't hold back his curiosity. "You clearly have real skills, so why are you charging so little?" Wei Ming let out a long sigh and said nothing. Fang Yan suddenly had an epiphany. "Don't tell me... you're too embarrassed to ask for money?" Fang Yan immediately got an idea. He thumped his chest. "I'll work for you!" The fraud turned out to be very easy to deal with and agreed on the spot. Working for his new boss, Fang Yan saw a world he had never known before and grew increasingly devoted to his incredibly capable, kindhearted employer. He didn't know Wei Ming's nasty side. As Wei Ming flirted with him, now and then, he sank deeper and deeper, too insecure to lay his feelings on the table. Even after an accidental (not really) night of passionate lovemaking with his boss, he had to steel himself and say, "Boss, let's not get involved. This is fun enough as it is." "Okay." As always, his boss was easy to talk to. Wei Ming looked at Fang Yan, whose body and eyes were telling two different stories. He pulled him into his arms and, where Fang Yan couldn't see, smiled with wicked, rapturous delight. Fang Yan didn't know that they had crossed paths briefly much earlier. It was a sweltering summer day. Five- or six-year-old Wei Ming was waiting with his master at the entrance to this alley for his martial uncle. He was getting impatient and restless. Little Fang Yan, who lived there, struggled to carry out a small bench. Wei Ming was just about to thank him when Fang Yan stretched out his grubby little hand. "Five yuan." Even then, Wei Ming was struck by Fang Yan's dark eyes. He remembered them for nearly twenty years. Also: This story is entirely fictional and does not promote feudal superstition. Believe in science, everyone. Preorder: Three Hundred Million Rough Men Dream of Me Xia Xian is a mountain spirit, though people call him a mountain ghost. He doesn't mind. What does human terminology have to do with a spirit like him? After many years of secluded cultivation in the mountains, Xia Xian is still just short of ascension. By chance, an elder advises him that experiencing love in the human world may help him break through. Perhaps because he was born in the mountains, Xia Xian loves steady, rugged men as solid and rough as mountains. He looks through a few small worlds, picks out a few men, and sets off to gain experience. How hard can it be to make a rugged man fall in love with him? World One: Closeted Coal Baron X Delicate Male Secretary Wu Jingshan thinks there might be something wrong with him. The other coal barons who got rich alongside him always talk about the actresses they're sponsoring when they get together, this one with fair skin and beauty, that one with long legs. But to him, those actresses don't compare to his own little secretary. The secretary was someone he picked up. He was a perfectly good college student, but because his stomach was weak and he couldn't drink with clients, his boss chewed him out. Wu Jingshan saw him standing outside with red-rimmed eyes after being thrown out, and his heart softened. The very next day, he signed him on. The secretary is good at everything, but he's easily bullied. Wu Jingshan has to keep an eye on him every second to feel at ease. Lost in thought, the coal baron clears his throat and crosses his legs. But one day, his little secretary smiles and asks, "My mom back home found someone for me. Boss, are you going to give me a big red envelope?" The coal baron jumps to his feet. "A big red envelope? How about you take this big package of mine!" World Two: Sword Cultivator X Buddhist Saint At first, He Xiang thinks the teammate joining him on this cultivation trip will be a hassle. Supposedly, the Buddhist saint had Foundation Establishment cultivation from birth, but his body was frail as a child, so he stayed secluded in a Buddhist pagoda under protection until he was old enough to think for himself. Before they set off, He Xiang's master repeatedly warns him to take good care of the saint, who is innocent and pure, as their sect has entrusted him with this duty. But He Xiang has never seen a cultivator so delicate. One cup of Immortal Grass wine is enough to get him drunk. When he's drunk, he spouts nonsense: "Lay Buddhist He, your arms are so strong. Lay Buddhist He, you're so sturdy. Lay Buddhist He, you look so handsome practicing the sword..." Early the next morning, He Xiang greets the sunrise and starts his usual three thousand sword swings. For some inexplicable reason, this time he takes off his shirt and practices bare-chested. Unfortunately, the Buddhist saint who had praised him so softly the night before only closes his eyes and chants sutras. The sacred Buddhist chants grate on He Xiang's ears. He can't help glancing at the Immortal Grass. If only they could share another drink... World Three: Big Brother X Male Nurse This is my sixth time at this hospital this month, and the same young male nurse is looking after me. When he smiles, two little dimples appear at the corners of his mouth. As usual, I tease him until the young nurse bursts out laughing. A male doctor storms in and tells the young nurse, "You're at work. Act serious." He glances at me and leaves. I ask the young nurse, "Who was that? Why is he so fierce?" The young nurse says, "Oh, that's my brother. He's your attending physician." "He's the one operating on you later." World Four: Hunter X Sickly Scholar World Five: Young General X Tyrant's Male Empress In the East stands a divine mountain. Ten thousand years ago, it suddenly felt lonely, so it patiently gathered essence for ten thousand years, harnessing the power of creation to bring forth a mountain spirit. It then cared for him for another thousand years until he gained sentience. To help the mountain spirit truly leave his mountain-born form behind, the divine mountain erased its own memories and accompanied him through countless reincarnations. When they return, the mountain-like man clutches his chest, panting with anger. Even he, a literal stone, has fallen head over heels for him. Why is it so hard for the ungrateful little thing to fall in love? Theme: Even ordinary people can make life shine.