Saving Blue Star Starts in the Immortal Realm

"What can be born from radioactive wastewater? Demons? Or human hearts that have long since rotted into darkness?" Nanyue, a human from Blue Star, accidentally transmigrates to the immortal realm. She has always thought that the saying that all Chinese people are descendants of dragons was just a legend. "Who could have imagined that she would awaken the bloodline of a divine dragon?"

*Her family's crisis pushes her onto the path of cultivation. With five spiritual roots, she had planned to make it to Foundation Establishment and no further.* *Who could have imagined that she would accidentally become the bickering partner of Su Huaijin, an immortal second-generation heir from a divine beast clan?* *And the sect leader even chases after her, trying to take her as a disciple.* So the bloodline of a divine dragon is this popular in the immortal realm!

What? The young lady of the Red Flood Dragon clan looks down on her? *Nanyue uses the formation techniques taught to her by the five-element divine beasts, who keep waking up one after another in her spatial realm, to slap her right in the face.* She can gamble on spirit stones and refine artifacts, and the path of life she cultivates can even cause spirit plants to mutate and evolve. *As Nanyue becomes the darling of the immortal realm, she gradually uncovers the truth behind her transmigration through one crisis after another.*

*More terrifying than the demon race are the hearts of humans, long since corrupted.*

Ongoing novel: Xianxia pursuit-after-the-wife-is-gone story, After My Husband's Death

Jiang Fu was an ordinary mortal in the cultivation world. Though her first half of life had been miserable as an orphan, she was fortunate enough to meet a husband who truly cherished her.

He was incomparably handsome and brilliantly talented. He saved her life in the mountains and loved her with a consuming passion. Jiang Fu shyly married him.

Their married life was like being immersed in honey, sweeter than anything Jiang Fu had ever known. He took her across mountains and rivers, cooked for her, taught her to read and write, and enjoyed the changing seasons with her.

But then they happened to pass by a battle between an immortal sect and the demon realm. A single spell, cast casually, brought destruction upon their mortal bodies.

He shielded Jiang Fu with his own body, and then he himself was left without a trace.

As a mortal as insignificant as an ant, Jiang Fu could do nothing. She watched as he vanished into thin air before her eyes.

The time they'd spent together felt like a sudden, beautiful dream that ended in the cruelest possible way, telling Jiang Fu that it was time to wake up.

Many years later, a low-level cultivator appeared in the cultivation world, a reckless lunatic with little talent who worked so hard that everyone feared her.

In her most desperate year, Jiang Fu heard that the immortal sects had a technique that could bring the dead back to life.

Thinking of all the good her husband had done for her, she endured the pain of bone cleansing and countless scorching summers and freezing winters. At last, she arrived at the gates of the immortal sect.

Then she looked up and saw the man seated in the sect leader's place. It was her dead husband.

Completed novel: Historical pursuit-after-the-wife-is-gone story, Hitting a Wall

When Shen Mingzhu was ten, her mother died. Her father wanted to remarry and tossed her off to her maternal grandmother's home like a burden.

Luckily, her maternal aunt, who had been close to her mother, couldn't bear to see her alone and took her to the Xie family in the capital.

The capital was a riot of flowers beneath its glazed roof tiles. The first person Shen Mingzhu saw after arriving was her handsome, distinguished cousin, Xie Qinglin.

She gazed at him, dazed, and for a moment thought she was looking at an immortal.

For the next five years, Shen Mingzhu worked herself to the bone trying to learn everything her cousin liked. He loved elegant orchids and understated clothes, and his favorite drink was fresh tea picked before the Grain Rain.

She most loved bringing him a cup of tea and an orchid-embroidered handkerchief when he practiced swordsmanship, and calling him “Cousin.”

Xie Qinglin was clever and studious, skilled in both letters and martial arts. Only one thing ever displeased him: when he was fifteen, he met an annoying pest.

That girl wanted to imitate everything he did, but she was stupid and clumsy, and only learned the barest scraps. She put on airs and pretended to be refined.

Worse, his mother doted on her, spoiling her until she really thought she was a young lady of the official class. She even dreamed of marrying him. What a joke.

He, Xie Qinglin, would never marry a woman like her, barely pretty and without a mind of her own.

Later, he came first in the palace exam. The annoying pest was arguing over some trivial matter with a proper young lady from an official family, and his fellow students covered their mouths and laughed, calling her his child bride.

He turned cold and said something harsh.

His words were so cruel that Shen Mingzhu stood alone, trembling like a leaf, unable to utter a single word in her defense.

So her cousin really did hate her.

Her aunt had treated her well, but what she cared about most was her son's future. She had said that if Shen Mingzhu wanted, she could become his concubine after he married.

What a pest she was. Xie Qinglin was swamped with official duties, yet every time he woke from a dream, he found himself thinking of Shen Mingzhu's disbelieving eyes.

They had brimmed with tears, but she had stubbornly refused to let them fall. She looked utterly shattered, yet still forced herself to stay standing.

Later, the pest gathered up the things she'd brought with her and left without taking a single thing belonging to the Xie family, including the jade bracelet he'd bought too small for his mother and reluctantly given to her instead.

He really had bought it too small. She had been young when she put it on, and by the time she took it off, it could only be removed by breaking it. She wrapped the pieces in a handkerchief and returned every last one.

Later still, Shen Mingzhu was to be married.

Xie Qinglin, the gentleman praised throughout the capital for his grace and virtue, the top graduate personally selected by the emperor, the young master of the powerful Xie family, abandoned his future and flouted every rule to beg her not to marry someone else.

#I would never marry you#

#I would marry anyone but you#

Completed novel: Modern pursuit-after-the-wife-is-gone story, The Boat Returns Without Waiting for the Moon

One rainy night, Xia Ge once found a young man. When they first met, his eyes were brimming with tears, but his face was still aristocratic and composed. His tear-streaked eyes were slightly swollen, his nose was red, and he looked just like an abandoned kitten, pitiful and adorable.

She took the little pet home. She had been alone for too long, and couldn't help imagining the warm sight of someone waiting for her to come home every day.

Unfortunately, she couldn't enjoy her sweet dream for long. The young man who looked at her with eyes full of love and kissed her with utter devotion was discovered at a bar, holding a glass and betting on her with someone else.

The young man was arrogant. He had shed his weak disguise and lounged lazily on an expensive sofa. His voice was more defiant than she had ever heard it, every word a knife to the heart.

“I, Jiang Huizhou, have never lost a bet. No matter how aloof and noble she looked, she still ended up in my arms.”

“I've never dated someone like her before, and I haven't gotten tired of playing with her yet. If she finds out who I am, won't she cling to me?”

Xia Ge was sure she heard a sneer from inside the room, cold and grating, yet painfully familiar. “How could I ever fall for her? A woman like that is too hard to control. I can't give her what she wants.”

Every word was a confession of his crimes, yet it was Xia Ge who was being sentenced.

Later, the kitten broke the thorns on its own paws, exposed the soft belly it had once refused to show, and knelt before Xia Ge, wagging its tail and begging for mercy. But it still couldn't earn even a shred of pity.

The heroine's name comes from Summer Song, a poem about the ancient beauty Xishi. The male lead's name comes from the line “The boat returns without waiting for the moon.”

You are that one line appearing in my poem.

Theme: Saving all living beings has never been one person's responsibility