The Little Crybaby Is Everyone's Darling

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Lu You is a crybaby. He doesn't like crying, but he can't help it.

Before he had awakened his spiritual meridians, Lu You saw blood spray three feet into the air for the first time during a family tournament and couldn't stop himself from crying. His clan members thought he was an embarrassment and threw him out at Cangya Sect.

Just three years old, Lu You crouched in front of Cangya Sect's protective formation, unable even to get through the gate. With nowhere to go, he cried so hard he nearly choked, until a fierce-looking man found him and carried him through the gate.

In the end, Lu You became the last disciple taken in by a short-tempered master.

His eldest senior brother was as cool as the moon and as graceful as an immortal, with a cleanliness obsession.

His second senior brother was cold and taciturn, meticulous in everything, and hated noise.

His third senior brother was wild and unrestrained, did whatever he pleased, and was extremely clannish.

His fourth senior brother was refined and modest, and hated having the usual order disrupted.

On the first day Lu You awakened his spiritual meridians, he cried his eyes out and smeared snot all over the hem of his eldest senior brother's robe. His short-tempered master had assigned the older disciple to look after him.

The next day, when Lu You tried to draw in qi, his spiritual meridians tore. He cried until his eyes were red, giving his icy second senior brother a headache.

On the third day… his third senior brother threw him out of the sect.

That evening, his fourth senior brother brought him back, and Lu You disrupted the meditation schedule he'd carefully set for the night.

Lu You: QAQ

Three months later.

His eldest senior brother wiped away Lu You's tears with his own hands.

His second senior brother taught him swordplay and took him down the mountain to explore the market.

His third senior brother affectionately called him “Youyou.”

His fourth senior brother sang him lullabies at night to help him sleep.

Lu You became the most doted-on little junior brother in all of Cangya Sect.

Later, his senior brothers took turns asking him: Which senior brother do you like best?

Lu You shrank his neck and silently moved into the arms of his short-tempered master. The man, usually cruel-tempered and heartless, was gentle and considerate now. He raised his long, narrow eyes, sweeping a sharp gaze over the others.

All his senior brothers took a step back together. So the one he liked best wasn't a senior brother, but his master!

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Coming soon: Should a Face-Blind, Hard-of-Hearing Cutie Get Pregnant?

Blurb:

Qu Huan is the second legitimate son of the Marquis of Yongping. Born frail and sickly, and hard of hearing, he's never been favored by his father. Everyone in the marquis's household acts as though he doesn't exist.

But that doesn't matter, because he's face-blind. Everyone looks the same to him. Even when his own father gives him a look of disgust, he can't recognize it.

This is Qu Huan's private secret.

Lately, though, it's been causing him a lot of trouble.

Recently, he rescued a man dressed in black. The man said he'd repay him, then offered himself to Qu Huan. A month later, the man leaned close to Qu Huan's not-so-good ear and murmured that he had to leave, but promised he'd return to marry him.

Not long after he left, another young man showed up, claiming Qu Huan had saved him before and promised to take responsibility for him.

Qu Huan thought the man had come back. But the way this one felt seemed different: the young man's build was sturdier, and his muscles more pronounced.

This wasn't the same man.

Realizing the truth, Qu Huan fled in a panic back to the estate, only to stumble into a familiar embrace that smelled fresh and cool.

The man's voice came from above him. Unlike its usual affectionate warmth, it was now full of distance. “Huanhuan, watch where you're going.”

That was the man's voice.

But the man who had been tangled up with him was his adoptive older brother.

Qu Huan could only pretend he knew nothing.

He then accepted the young man, only to discover that he had an identical twin. Face-blind and hard of hearing, Qu Huan couldn't tell them apart at all. He could only play dumb and sleep soundly through the night.

When he woke again, Qu Huan was surrounded by darkness. For a moment, he thought he'd gone blind, then he felt the chains binding his hands and feet. He tentatively tried to crawl away, but someone grabbed his ankle and dragged him back.

The fresh, cool scent filled his nose. The voice that had always been cool and calm was now full of menace.

“Huanhuan, where do you think you're going?”

“Didn't I tell you I'd marry you? Why are you with someone else?”

“Why… did you have to let me see it?”

The man's voice dropped low as he whispered in Qu Huan's ear, each word like a demon murmuring: “Do I have to break your legs to stop you from running?”

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Coming soon: Master, I Cultivate the Ruthless Dao

Blurb:

After being reborn, Sang Miao learned that he existed inside a book.

In the book, his rare, once-in-ten-thousand-years spirit-linking body had earned him a place in the foremost immortal sect, where he became the first disciple of Xuanmiao Sect.

But the moment he formed a sword bone, its excavation and the shattering of his golden core were already fated. He would have to watch helplessly as the senior brother who had once cared for him, his devoted friend, and the master he respected and adored gave his sword bone to someone else. His spirit-linking body would be taken from him, too.

After living through it once and returning to the beginning, Sang Miao now stood on the verge of forming his sword bone, with the plot just one step away. This time, he switched to cultivating the Ruthless Dao without hesitation, crushing the hopes of those who wanted to take his spirit-linking body.

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Unexpectedly, after that, the senior brother who had always been arrogant and disrespectful toward him began to fawn on him in every possible way, even going so far as to fall into demonic cultivation.

His proud, aloof friend was willing to make himself a laughingstock for Sang Miao's sake.

And then there was…

His master, who had always restrained himself, observed the rules, and devoted himself to the Great Dao, gave up all his cultivation for Sang Miao. He defied every moral and social convention, asking only to become his Dao companion.

Sang Miao watched them regret everything, indifferent as they grew mad with jealousy whenever they saw him close to someone else.

In the end, he was pinned down on the bed, while the usually restrained man stared at him with bloodshot eyes. Sang Miao coolly drew his sword, and blood gushed out.

Blood stained the corner of his eye as he gazed calmly at the other man.

“Master, I cultivate the Ruthless Dao.”

* Master-disciple romance, with the master older than the disciple

* The rejected suitors suffer a long road to redemption

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Theme: Follow your heart, and keep moving forward.