I Got a Frail Body Buff After Making Too Many Enemies

Qi Weiming transmigrated to a cultivation world and, like other transmigrators, gained a golden finger System.

The System told him that to return to his original world, he had to complete the upgrade tasks it issued and earn achievement points. Once he had enough points, it could send him home.

To leave this cultivation world as soon as possible, Qi Weiming never held back on his way to the top. He was flamboyant and willful, offending everyone he should and shouldn't have offended.

As a result, more than half the cultivation world became his enemy. If he hadn't been so powerful, he'd have died a hundred times over.

But after he achieved his final milestone, the Main System went into hibernation to upgrade, leaving him with a sickly debuff and a side-quest notification device.

Before going dormant, the Main System told him that all his abilities would be sealed until the upgrade was complete. Qi Weiming would return to his original state: his cultivation would regress, he'd be gravely poisoned, and he'd become so frail he looked half-dead. The System did assure him that it would finish upgrading before he actually died.

Qi Weiming: Thanks a lot!

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After falling from his lofty peak to the depths below, Qi Weiming looked at the enemies spread across most of the cultivation world and wondered how he could keep his head down until the System came back. Before long, he turned the crematorium into a battlefield. Once the blazing sun in everyone's eyes, he became the bright moon in their hearts.

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"I'm not the sect leader. This position should have been yours in the first place. Weiming, when will you be willing to call me senior brother again?" The once aloof and revered sect master knelt beside him, his usual cold expression gone, leaving only boundless longing and yearning for the person before him.

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"Only now have I realized that you were the only one who treated me as an equal. You showed me there was always someone better and something greater, and how shallow I'd been. You helped me break free from the identity imposed on me by my elders. You're the most important person to me, more important than my status as the young sect master of Shaoqing Mountain." The usually arrogant young sect master of the foremost sect was docile and obedient in front of him, like a wolfdog that had been tamed.

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"If Master wants my life, I won't complain. But Master, please don't send me away. You're the only place I belong in this life." The sect's shining example, so dignified and noble in public, now knelt before him, forehead bleeding from his kowtow, eyes filled with despair as he begged for even a sliver of attention.

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"What do you want from me? You were the one who held my head down and made me acknowledge you as my master. Now you're the one avoiding me and refusing to take responsibility. Qi Weiming, don't think you can just walk away after provoking me." The demon chief seized him and took him to his palace. Ignoring his people's protests, he insisted on forcing him into a contract.

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"A Qiao was willing to do so much for them, even seal away all his cultivation to keep me sealed for ten years. Why do you have other people in your heart and eyes? I was the first to meet you." The Demon Lord's eyes reddened. One hand gripped the other's hand, while the other held his chin, forcing him to look. The endless madness and jealousy in his eyes were about to swell into a tidal wave and drown everything.

Reader's Guide

1. A frail, sickly, beautiful top who vomits blood and falls ill or faints at the slightest provocation. The xianxia setting is all made up.

2. The pairing is undecided, undecided, undecided. Open ending. Enter at your own risk.

3. This is a nontraditional top-focused story and might not suit readers with strong preferences about roles. Please be cautious before reading.

4. This is a kink story written for my darling Shengsheng. More potential pairings may be added, depending on what Shengsheng wants to read. The final pairing will be chosen by Shengsheng.

5. No outline, writing by the seat of my pants. I'll write whatever comes to mind and whatever Shengsheng wants to read.

6. Let's keep the comment section civil, democratic, and friendly. If you have an issue, don't take it out on the author. It has nothing to do with the author. No factions or cliques, just happy writing.

7. Finally, thank you for reading. Peace brings prosperity, and may all go well.

Theme: When you have a goal in your heart and work hard to achieve it, you won't regret it in the end.