I Woke Up Too Early After Faking My Death

Three hundred years ago. Three hundred years later.

Bai Yu pushed his way out of his coffin and shouted, "Cultivation world! Your emperor is back!"

Then he found himself staring face-to-face with a villager.

Bai Yu: "Who are you?"

The villager, holding a Luoyang shovel, stared at him in a daze.

Bai Yu: "Never mind, not important. First tell me, is it thirty thousand years later now?"

The villager bolted: "A corpse has come back to life!!!"

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Bai Yu thought he'd slept for thirty thousand years, but when he woke up, it had only been three hundred.

The good news: Over the past three hundred years, the cultivation world's spiritual energy had declined dramatically. Countless sects and rogue cultivators were struggling, and Bai Yu was three hundred years ahead in cultivation, so he could throw his weight around.

The bad news: His old flames were still alive. Worse, they'd evolved from big shots into super big shots.

Bai Yu: ...

Bai Yu slowly pulled the coffin lid shut. "Um, I got up too fast. I'll go back to sleep."

The coffin lid was held firmly in place and wouldn't budge. He looked up and saw several pairs of eyes staring at him, their rims red as if they were about to cry.

Bai Yu (sneaking a look.jpg): Are they crying? Are they really crying?

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Venerable Wen Yu rose to fame in his youth, and countless people admired him. Legend had it that his looks were as exquisite as a spring stream, while his temperament was as cold as ice. He disliked socializing, coveted neither fame nor fortune, and hated the limelight. He was the cultivation world's one and only unattainable dream.

But no one could have guessed:

1. He was an ENFP.

2. He was a really good actor.

When he realized he'd flirted with so many people by accident that he had earned himself the reputation of a playboy, and that a love-triangle showdown was about to take shape, he had no idea how to handle it.

The clever ENFP's brain came up with a brilliant plan: fake his death, sleep for thirty thousand years, wait for his old flames to die, then wake up and get the party going again!

So, on a bright spring day, Bai Yu decided to die.

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...Everything was perfect! If only he hadn't woken up so early!!!

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His figure was like a bird that had crossed the winter and finally welcomed the spring. It flapped its wings, exhausted its last strength, and fell onto the dark soil where snowflakes were melting, its body shattered.

From that day on, the moment he looked back and smiled became a mournful note that haunted their dreams night after night.

Until they touched his skin once more and felt the flow of his blood and the beating of his heart.

He opened his eyes.

And with the arrival of spring, three hundred years later, they were reborn once more.

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A heartthrob, a super heartthrob, an ultra-super-invincible heartthrob

Theme: A story about learning to understand yourself