How to Redeem My Furnace-Bound Senior Brother

Wen Tang accidentally opened a book titled The Born Furnace Cauldron Toyed With (Total *).

The book was filled with filthy language. It told the story of a cultivator with a born furnace cauldron constitution who, after his constitution was discovered, became a plaything beneath men, his body and mind both corrupted.

The person in the illustration had beautiful, sparkling peach-blossom eyes, and... looked remarkably familiar?!

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Gu Qingyan, the third disciple of Immortal Venerable Xuanxiao of Sword-Leaning Peak, stood out conspicuously among the many heaven-blessed prodigies. His spiritual root was wasted, his cultivation was weak, and he spent every day flirting and drinking his life away.

Yet even so, he was the personal disciple of the greatest sword cultivator under heaven. No one dared mock or insult him.

But many details in the book had actually come true, and it even contained a trace of the Heavenly Dao's power.

Wen Tang realized things were not so simple. She took up her sword, went to her senior brother's residence, and smashed the wine jar in his hand with a single strike!

"It's better to prepare early than to fix things after the fact. Senior Brother, starting today, you're getting up early to practice swordsmanship with me."

Gu Qingyan's gaze was hazy with drink, his face faintly flushed. He let the splashed wine soak his clothes, then chuckled and pleaded shamelessly, "Good Junior Sister, spare me, won't you..."

Wen Tang: "."

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Wen Tang, the youngest disciple under Immortal Venerable Xuanxiao, possessed a born sword bone, a lineage seen only once in a thousand years. Clear-hearted and exceptionally refined, she stood apart from the crowd.

In the eyes of the sect, however, Wen Tang was a complete sword idiot. Every day, all she did was swing her sword.

At dawn, she swung her sword ten thousand times.

At noon, she swung her sword ten thousand times, fending off her senior brother when he came to tease her.

In the evening, she swung her sword ten thousand times, then took her drunk, passed-out senior brother back to his room from her courtyard.

And ever since Wen Tang picked up that book, the place where she practiced swordsmanship became Gu Qingyan's peak.

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Wen Tang thought that if she protected her senior brother and kept his constitution from being exposed, she could avoid the ending in the book.

Until the cultivation tournament, held once every thousand years, brought together the sects of the world. A disciple, furious with humiliation, blurted out without thinking:

"He's just a lowly furnace cauldron that's been used up. Why pretend to be so aloof?"

Only then did she realize that the absurd book wasn't predicting the future. It was recounting the past.

Everyone knew Gu Qingyan's secret. With undisguised scorn or desire, they wantonly slandered him and speculated about what lay beneath his silken robes.

That was the second time Wen Tang drew her sword from its sheath.

One sword swept across the sky. Ten thousand swords bowed in submission, shaking the Nine Provinces.

*

That night, red candles flickered and shadows crowded the room.

A soft, burning figure slipped into Wen Tang's arms, filling the air with a strange fragrance.

In those moist peach-blossom eyes, despair and pain were tightly suppressed. They reflected only her. His voice was hoarse and choked as he murmured her name again and again.

"Junior Sister... Tangtang, please be gentle with me..."

A sincere, direct, slightly clueless sword-obsessed junior sister x a lazy, good-for-nothing senior brother who loves flirting with every cat and dog but is actually beautiful, strong, and tragically doomed

Reader's Guide:

1. GB, standard anatomy. The extras include GBG and a male pregnancy warning.

2. The male lead is sexually abused. Do not read if this bothers you!

3. A mutual-healing, mutually doting story. Please don't offer writing advice based on your personal preferences.

Theme: Love can overcome everything in the world