The Immortal Venerable and His Little Doll

[Emotionally oblivious, tsundere beauty top X possessive, yandere doll bottom] Xie Weilou is the one and only Immortal Venerable in the Three Realms. The Immortal Realm was unbearably lonely, so he carved a jade doll that could keep him company and talk with him. He showered the doll with endless affection. The doll was obedient, but unfortunately, it never learned to speak or make any expressions. Xie Weilou was deeply disappointed. Just then, the Demon Realm fell into chaos. He descended to subdue the demons, but lost all his magic and could never return to the Immortal Realm. Fortunately, he took it in stride, becoming a carefree rogue immortal in the mortal world and enjoying life for several hundred years. Until one day, someone threw a sack over his head. When he woke, he found himself in the Demon Realm, with heavy chains around his wrists and ankles. Xie Weilou looked up in surprise, only to find that the new Demon Lord standing before him looked strangely familiar. Before he could work out what was happening, someone blindfolded him, pinned him to the wall, and bit down on his lips. Shuyu was a piece of snow jade. The Immortal Venerable brought him back to the Immortal Realm, then carved him into human form with his own hands. Each time the carving tools cut into him, it hurt terribly, but Shuyu didn't care. Because whenever the Immortal Venerable carved him, he could see that breathtakingly beautiful face. But the Immortal Venerable disliked that he couldn't speak, and abandoned him without a second thought. Shuyu waited in longing, but the Immortal Venerable never returned. And so, as the years passed and the world changed, the thoughts in Shuyu's heart changed too. It didn't matter if his master wouldn't come back. Then he would go and capture him, chaining him by his side so that his master would stay with him forever. In the shadowy, cramped room, cold chains bound a figure dressed in white. Shuyu's paper-pale fingertips traced the beautiful man's tightly knitted, long, damp brows and eyes. The eyes his master had shaped with his own hands curved like a new moon. Once empty and lifeless, they now gleamed with a demonic brilliance like blazing flames: “Every inch of this body was shaped by your hands, Master. Why won't you look at me?” 1. Top-led, 1v1, HE. 2. The top is extremely powerful, but actively frail. He's emotionally oblivious and doesn't take the initiative, though he will return the bottom's feelings later. 3. The top isn't strong the whole time. He'll grow increasingly frail, and in the end, the doll he made will have his way with him. 4. Later on, there's a frail-in-bed scene. If that's not your thing, please take note. 5. The bottom starts out very vacant and innocent, but gets more and more unhinged. At first, his feelings for the top are one-sided; later, he becomes a little obsessive. ----------Coming soon------------- "The General Is Vigorous, and His Majesty Is at His Wits' End" [Arrogant, charming beauty of a prince X obsessive, dark, crazed general] Xie Wan transmigrated into a book as a villainous cannon-fodder character. The original character, who shared his name, was the only relative of the Great Wei emperor: the most doted-on and utterly reckless young prince in all of Great Wei. With a beautiful face and the emperor's favor to shield him, the original character was spoiled rotten and committed every imaginable evil. Whenever he saw someone beautiful, man or woman, he would simply snatch them and bring them back to his manor. Every official with even a little influence in Great Wei hid their sons and daughters away, afraid the prince would set his sights on them and take them. Then one day, the original character went out and happened to see the male lead of the book, Shen Linyuan, the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom. A week later, Great Wei sent its troops into the neighboring kingdom. To secure peace, Shen Linyuan was shackled and sent through the back gate of the prince's manor in the middle of the night. Shen Linyuan suffered every kind of humiliation at the original character's hands. At the end of the book, after enduring it all and destroying Great Wei, the first thing he did was have the original character, who had brought him to this, cut to pieces and strung up at the city gate for three days. When Xie Wan transmigrated, he was lounging lazily in a carved sandalwood chair, legs crossed. His peony-patterned brocade robe blazed like fire, his gold-embroidered deerskin boots gleamed like lacquer, and he had a slight, languid tilt to his eyes. His fingers hooked around a wine cup as the crack of a whip rang in his ears. When he finally made out the man kneeling below, beaten until his flesh was a bloody pulp, his hand trembled and wine spilled all over him. The System informed him that, as the villain, he needed to do his best to survive at the protagonist's hands. So, determined to avoid ending up displayed at the city gate, Xie Wan made a point of keeping his distance from Shen Linyuan. And to convince Shen Linyuan that he had no improper designs on him, Xie Wan spent his days carousing in brothels and rarely came back. Whenever he met Shen Linyuan, he made sure to have a beauty tucked under each arm. When the destined ending drew near, Xie Wan followed his plan and fled in advance, hiding away in a remote little kingdom. Unfortunately, he had underestimated Shen Linyuan's all-consuming hatred of him. To get revenge, Shen Linyuan turned the whole world upside down, determined to drag him out and make him suffer. At last, Xie Wan was brought back to the imperial capital in a wretched state and made to kneel at Shen Linyuan's feet. Just as he shut his eyes and prepared to die, the stern man before him pointed his sword at the throne. “Sit down.” Xie Wan: ? The new ruler of Great Wei was sickly and frail. Yet though there were plenty of people around him with hungry, predatory ambitions, none dared challenge his authority. There was only one reason: he had a blade that never lost. Little did anyone know that the emperor, who worked diligently for his country and people by day, would lie on the imperial bed at night with his eyes tightly shut, breathing raggedly and his voice hoarse. The handsome general, ever loyal before others and renowned for his many victories, gripped the beauty's throat with one hand and sneered. “Back then, Your Majesty spent every night at the brothels, yet you were still full of energy the next day.” “If Your Majesty can't satisfy me tonight, I won't accept that.” ----------End of coming soon------------- Theme: Love above all.