The Villain Always Takes the Blame

1,

The apocalypse powerhouse Wu Jingshuo transmigrated into a xianxia novel as the major villain, whose ending was tragic: he died without a whole corpse.

The System required him to follow the villain’s storyline. Once he completed it, he could retire in the mountains, growing vegetables and living a leisurely old age.

The original villain’s plot included, but was not limited to:

Murdering people and stealing their treasures, abducting someone by force to make them his wife, choosing one of the following to slaughter: a village, a city, or a sect, then randomly killing a few young disciples sent out on training by righteous sects.

Wu Jingshuo: ?

Wu Jingshuo turned around with a blank expression and went to find somewhere to kill himself.

Please, he was a powerhouse from the apocalypse, not the one who caused the apocalypse.

The System hurriedly made some minor adjustments to the script to keep its Host: You don’t have to do it yourself. You only need to take the fall.

2,

Wu Jingshuo diligently carried out the plot, becoming the biggest villain and taking the blame for the worst crimes.

Following the mission’s rules, taking the fall earned him revival points. Once he had enough, he could fake his death and come back to life, then return home with tens of millions of spirit stones and fields to enjoy his retirement.

He passed by the scene of a village massacre and was mistaken for an eyewitness by the murderer, then for an accomplice by the righteous cultivators. Points +100, spirit stones +100,000.

He interrupted an evil artifact as it lured and devoured living souls, and was mistaken for the mastermind controlling it. Points +200, high-grade magical artifacts +100.

He brought back a group of demons who had been arrested by the righteous cultivators for murder and arson. Their hatred of him skyrocketed, and Wu Jingshuo’s points and spirit stone rewards skyrocketed too.

Under cover of night, he quietly executed the demons and even got an extra bonus.

Wu Jingshuo took the blame with such sincerity that, after calculating his assets, he knew he was set for the rest of his life.

Along the way, he also raised a child he had rescued from a fire. The child had delicate, lovely features, as if carved from ice and jade. He was extraordinarily well-behaved, worked hard at cultivation, and could take care of himself. His few needs included asking for a little affection without being a nuisance. As long as Wu Jingshuo was home, the child would silently cling to him and follow him everywhere.

Wu Jingshuo skipped the arduous stage of raising a child from infancy and became a father with no pain at all. He gained an adorable, clingy little snowball, and his heart melted.

That child grew up to be both capable and well-behaved. He was a great cook, got into the most famous major sect nearby, and became a principled, carefree gentleman. He went on to become the most powerful Immortal Venerable of his generation. His surname was Lu, his given name Cixue, and his honorific title was Zhixu.

Wu Jingshuo was immeasurably proud.

3,

The righteous cultivators had suffered under the Demon Venerable for far too long.

The Demon Venerable was debauched and tyrannical, bloodthirsty and murderous. He killed people for their treasures, slaughtered countless lives, and even demanded male bedmates from the righteous cultivators.

Lu Cixue bowed to take his leave of his elders, accepted the invitation, and willingly became the Demon Venerable’s male bedmate, secretly gathering information about his weaknesses.

Three months later, the righteous cultivators mustered their forces and attacked from both within and without, successfully surrounding and killing the Demon Venerable.

Countless sword shadows pierced through him, leaving him a horrible corpse.

While clearing the scene, Lu Cixue discovered a bloodstained local specialty on Wu Jingshuo’s body, also pierced full of holes.

It read: I’m well. Don’t worry about me.

Since Wu Jingshuo left on his travels, Lu Cixue had received hundreds of notes and local specialties like this one. He had always treasured them, keeping them safe in a box.

But in the ten years since the Demon Venerable’s death, there had been no news at all.

Lu Cixue searched for that person for ten years. Those years dragged on like ten thousand years, slowly tearing him to pieces. Flames scorched his body, ten thousand ants gnawed at his heart, and he was doomed beyond salvation.

That person bore an injustice as heavy as a mountain and personally laid out his own path to death, trading his life for peace between the two worlds.

He left Lu Cixue nothing but a battered, ice-cold body whose eyes would never open again.

4,

Wu Jingshuo closed his eyes, then opened them, only to find that his fake death had failed. He was still in his original, scarred body.

His vision went black.

What heartless bastard had summoned his soul back again?!

What was this for? Was dying with ten thousand arrows piercing his heart not enough? Had they brought him back to whip his corpse?!

Let him go already

He hadn’t had time to send out this month’s local specialty before faking his death!!!

Wu Jingshuo burst out of his coffin and was about to break the ice to kill himself, when he met a pair of bewildered, bloodshot eyes.

It was Lu Cixue.

“...” Wu Jingshuo lay back down and peacefully closed his eyes.

All right. Now there was absolutely no need to hurry.

A dedicated blame-taking powerhouse gong x a pure-hearted, moon-bright shou who was raised like a domineering protagonist but accidentally became a homemaking spouse

Cultivation ranks are divided into four tiers: Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow.

Yellow: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core

Mystic: Nascent Soul, Void Realm, Out-of-Body

Earth: Great Ascension, Nirvana

Heaven: Deification, Ascension

Content warnings:

1. The author has old-fashioned, wicked tastes. The protagonist is powerful, but keeps getting hurt. Later on, it includes fake death and sickly, weak elements.

2. I just want to read something weird, please, I beg you, don’t cancel me, I’m begging you.

3. The gong loves the shou deeply, and the shou loves the gong too. Cixue is a good little ball, and Jingshuo is an even better baby! Readers with particular preferences should be cautious before jumping in! The author can only guarantee that they themselves won’t be shocked!

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After the Max-Level Expert Became a Cripple

1,

A thousand years ago, Immortal Venerable Qingwei self-destructed his primordial spirit to suppress the disturbance in the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss.

His three disciples were dazed with grief, searching everywhere but unable to find even a fragment of his soul.

The eldest disciple was a genius of the sword. After coughing up blood, he silently entered a death seclusion.

The second disciple was a nine-tailed celestial fox, a direct descendant of the Demon Emperor. He bit the fox tail his master most loved resting on for afternoon naps until it was bloody, then wept with a mournful cry.

The youngest disciple had mixed human, demon, and fiend bloodlines. He was the least conspicuous, yet the most beloved.

But before suppressing the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss, Immortal Venerable Qingwei pierced his youngest disciple’s chest with a sword and personally shoved him into the abyss.

Before he died, Yu Ling never even got to see his master one last time.

2,

Guiyuan Que opened his eyes again, reborn in the body of an ordinary man with damaged spiritual roots.

On his first day after transmigrating, he belatedly realized that his original body’s enemy had planted a deadly parasite in him and driven in soul-devouring nails to torture him.

One month after transmigrating, he settled the original body’s grudges and debts. But because he bore some resemblance to Immortal Venerable Qingwei, who had fallen a thousand years ago, he was abducted and forced to participate in a grand lookalike competition hosted by the Demon Emperor.

One month and five days after transmigrating, he did his best to disguise himself as an ordinary-looking man. Even so, he sailed through the lookalike competition, made it to the finals by an overwhelming number of votes, and was hailed as the contestant who looked most like Immortal Venerable Qingwei in a thousand years.

Guiyuan Que: “...”

Sigh... I... you people... sigh!

3,

One month and six days after transmigrating, Guiyuan Que was caught by the infamous Demon Venerable.

Yu Ling still reeked of blood. His crimson eyes fixed on Guiyuan Que. After a long while, he silently grabbed Guiyuan Que’s sickly pale, ashen wrist.

His voice was slow and hoarse, each word sounding as though it were soaked in blood: “Mas...ter.”

A long, long time ago, the gong found a badly injured little wolf pup, all gray and scruffy, that loved biting and scratching people.

The young man had a bit of a thing for fluffy animals. He looked the little wolf pup over, then cheerfully tucked the angry, biting ball of fluff into his arms to warm his hands, declaring, “You want to come home with me.”

Come home with you, my ass!

*

He fed it, and it bristled.

He applied herbal medicine, and it bit him.

He held it in his arms to sleep, and it spent the whole night howling in his ear and keeping him awake.

He accidentally touched the little fluffy bell, and the wolf pup’s fur puffed up in every direction. It bared its sharp teeth and cursed darkly, “Fool! Hypocrite! Shameless! Stinking cultivator, one day I’ll make sure you die without a whole corpse!”

The little wolf pup howled until it was exhausted. Unable to fight off its drowsiness, it soon found itself lying in a daze against the Immortal Venerable’s steady, peaceful heartbeat.

It fell asleep.

*

Later, the Immortal Venerable died as he had wished, and the little wolf pup became the infamous Demon Venerable.

He was reborn in the body of a sickly mortal and wandered past his own grave. There, he saw a man dressed all in black, with a lean, graceful build, sitting before his tomb and drinking jar after jar of wine.

Snow dusted his hair and shoulders.

The man’s voice was hoarse and heavy with sorrow. “Master. Were you really so heartless?”

“You never came back to see me, not once, for all these years.”

The Immortal Venerable’s heart ached.

Then he heard the man continue, “If you dare come back, your disciple will lock you up in Luomo Palace, bind your hands, seal your cultivation, cut open your chest, and see what your heart is made of.”

The Immortal Venerable stiffened. “...”

Ha ha.

He had been dead too long, and his youngest disciple had gone mad with anger.

Guiyuan Que/Qingwei (gong) x Yu Ling (shou)

A sickly powerhouse gong x a disciple who never learned what it means to respect his master

Theme: There is always true affection in this world.