The Socially Anxious Fox Spirit Doesn't Want to Cultivate the Dual-Cultivation Way

-Only five yuan for the full story! A goofy little sweet treat =3=- Yun Xiu has severe social anxiety and can only talk big online. After graduating, she chose a crematorium job where she wouldn’t have to deal with the living. Then she transmigrated into The Domineering Aotian Loves Me So Much as a little fox spirit from the Hehuan Sect. She was about to happily leave the mountain with her sisters and follow the cannon-fodder plot of seducing the male lead and getting killed in return, becoming one part of the leads’ bedroom play. Yun Xiu: ...Is this book even decent? Yun Xiu: Wait, no, what kind of sect? She perked up at once and decided to quit the group. She wrote an application to leave the sect overnight and handed it to the Sect Leader. Pointing at the recruitment notice for the Sword Sect next door, she stammered, “C-could I...” The Sect Leader’s beautiful, peach-blossom eyes studied her. After a long pause, she said solemnly, “Infiltrating the Sword Sect in disguise is a good plan. I didn’t expect someone as foolish as you to be so calculating, and even willing to leave the sect to prove your resolve.” Yun Xiu: ? Wait a second. “I approve. Take the sect’s treasured Soul-Tangling Thread with you. If you can’t get the vital essence of ten Sword Sect disciples in three months, I’ll cut off your tail and soak it in liquor.” Yun Xiu: ...!! Good news: she avoided the plot of seducing the male lead and infiltrated the Sword Sect. Bad news: one had become ten. AAA Crematorium Technician Master Yun: “...” Following the principle that surviving one more day was a day well lived, she went completely off the rails and anonymously talked trash online, taking on everyone in the spirit-net. - Sword Venerable Wuwang had been in seclusion for five hundred years. When he emerged, he took on a little disciple. She was sweet and well-behaved, but terribly afraid of people, and even stumbled over the word “Master.” The cultivation world had changed dramatically during his seclusion. People no longer communicated through voice transmissions; chatting online through crystal mirrors was all the rage. On the first day, during the Sword Venerable’s lecture, he received an anonymous message. [Bro, I want you so badly. I haven’t seen such a handsome man in ages. I really like you so much. Will you date me, big brother? I’m here. Let me see your abs?] Sword Venerable Wuwang: ? The person spoke recklessly and was incredibly bold. Lord Sword Venerable endured the teasing in silence, biding his time. Before long, he finally discovered that this person was a Hehuan Sect disciple who had infiltrated the Sword Sect. That very night, the Sword Venerable intended to arrest the culprit. But when he reached the place and pushed open the door, all he saw was his own sweet little disciple, her mind muddled and her watery eyes hazy, while her fox tail swayed provocatively behind her. His gaze shifted, and he saw a message on her crystal mirror. [Baby, if I can’t dual cultivate with ten handsome men today, my life and soul are both going to vanish. Baby, I love you, so before I die, can you let me see your abs?] Sword Venerable Wuwang: ? · Naturally shy, socially anxious girl x aloof Sword Venerable who hides a dark side · One-on-one, both experiencing their first love. Clearly, this is not a proper master-disciple romance, judging by the blurb (.) · My own brand of goofy, shameless dog-food comedy, with modern slang ★★Fantasy advance preview: My Aloof Husband Turns Out to Be an Obsessive Romantic After an unexpected awakening, Sang Ying finally understood why her husband of three years had always been so cold and indifferent toward her. Xie Lingyu was the male lead of the book, a dragon by nature and a peerless talent among the immortal sects, as well as a genius among the demon cultivators. She was the story’s wicked supporting female character, a mediocre talent who relied on her status as the young lady of Wuwen Sect, the greatest sect in the world, to act spoiled and cause trouble everywhere. The rumor that Xie Lingyu had once had a beloved first love, but had been forced to marry her by the Sect Leader of Wuwen Sect, was true after all. After learning the truth, Sang Ying thought about it for a long time. She went back over everything from their early days as senior and junior disciples to their three years of marriage, and all the deep love he showed his first love in the book... Oh, none of that was there. Her brain, usually only good for sleeping in, couldn’t handle that much information OvO. All she knew was that Xie Lingyu didn’t love her. That night, Sang Ying went to drink with her big brother disciple, the doting “mom friend” who had just emerged from seclusion. When she got drunk and muddled, she used his cat to wipe her tears and cursed Xie Lingyu. They say dragons are naturally... But in three years of marriage, she could count on one hand the number of times Xie Lingyu had shared a bed with her. She’d thought he was impotent, but it turned out he hated being close to her! Her big brother calmly wiped the cat and said succinctly, “Divorce him.” Sang Ying slapped the table and stood up. “Divorce! I’ll write the divorce papers right now!” - After a night of heavy drinking, Sang Ying woke with her head pounding. Half-asleep, she took the hangover tea offered by a pair of long fingers beside her and gulped it down, then heard a chilly voice, flat with displeasure. “Big Brother has only just emerged from seclusion, and Junior Sister can’t wait to dump me, her useless husband. You must be deeply in love with him.” Only then did Sang Ying realize how cold and tense the atmosphere was. She looked up, still dazed, and saw him slowly rubbing the divorce papers between his fingers in the dim, chilly light. Drunk and muddled the night before, she had only written a few bold, flamboyant words to explain her reason for divorce. Xie Lingyu is impotent. I’m not satisfied. Sang Ying: How did she say what she really thought out loud OvO! “Unfortunately, I’m no good-hearted man who’d help make your wish come true. If you’re not satisfied, then I’ll have to work hard to satisfy you, Junior Sister.” The bed curtains fell. His icy fingers gripped her chin, and a dragon’s tail covered in smooth scales emerged. His oppressive presence made her feel that something was wrong. Sang Ying tried to escape, only to look down and find her ankles shackled. Sang Ying: Uh, huh!? #What? My aloof husband, who seemed like an immortal, is actually an obsessive romantic!? #So my clingy husband secretly cuddles up to me in all sorts of dark and twisted ways while I sleep every day #He was supposed to be impotent, so why are we working seven days a week with no breaks? Help! ★★Please check out my fantasy advance preview, The Gods’ Dating Game Ordinary girl Bai Zhi was dragged into a dating game run by the Lord God. The Lord God told her there was only one god in the game. As long as she chose the god and entered into a relationship with him, she could clear the game and leave. But if she chose to date a demon, she would have to face the demon’s punishment when night fell. The lofty Lord God propped his chin on his hand, looking languid. “As for the punishment... perhaps death?” Bai Zhi: ?? What kind of dating game is this, Werewolf? To stay alive, Bai Zhi carefully considered her options and chose the candidate who best fit the description of a god: white hair, golden eyes, and robes trailing along the floor. He looked sacred and untouchable. But when night fell, a black snake tail slowly slithered out from beneath the man’s robes and wrapped around her. Its cold, slick touch enveloped her, encircling her inch by inch, nearly suffocating her at times. Clearly, he was a demon. Fortunately, the Lord God had given her six chances, so Bai Zhi could choose again. The lively, energetic blond boy’s ears turned red whenever she held his hand. He was too shy to look at her, nothing like a demon’s lewd ways! Bai Zhi was absolutely certain she had chosen the right one. Night fell. The boy’s ears were red as he took her hand and guided it to his horns. His heart-tipped tail wrapped around her wrist, its heart-shaped tip swaying back and forth, quite provocatively. As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest. The real god must have disguised himself as a demon! Bai Zhi fixed her gaze on the dark-skinned man whose clothes were the most revealing of them all, his purple eyes brimming with wickedness. ...There was no way she could be wrong this time! Night fell. The man’s long, black, furry tail lifted her chin. Long fingers held a wine cup to her lips. Cool wine spilled from her mouth as he wiped it away bit by bit with his fingertip, smiling as he asked, “Good girl, is it tasty?” After failing for the fifth time, with only one chance left, Bai Zhi decided to break the rules. She dragged her exhausted body, covered in red marks, to the Lord God’s hall. “I choose you.” The Lord God froze for a moment, looking somewhat displeased. “What did you say?” Bai Zhi nodded. “Your rules never said I couldn’t choose you, did they?” After a long silence, the lofty god slowly descended the steps and tossed her onto his divine throne. As if his own rules had trapped him, he healed each mark on her body with light magic, looking far from pleased. At last, she could clear the game. Bai Zhi relaxed and clutched his clothes, afraid he might change his mind and throw her back to some demon. Then night fell, and she drifted into a deep, hazy sleep. The man embraced her from behind. Crimson tentacles coiled around her neck and pierced her delicate skin, injecting a fragrant, sweet toxin. He kissed her earlobe, his voice thick with obsession and desire, barely restrained: “You’ve used up all your chances. Now you belong to me.” “My Lord God.” Theme: Live well and be happy every day