No Money, No Cultivation

My author page: Oh No! Big Brother Has Fallen for His Master! [Currently updating, add it to your favorites!] Coming soon: What Happens When a Jinjiang Bottom Meets a Qidian Dragon-Blooded Hero? Please add it to your favorites! Blurb at the very end.

Su Meiqing was born in a cultivation world where everything required money.

Cultivating and advancing required money.

Tempering weapons required money.

Refining spiritual roots required money.

Exorcism talismans required money.

Magical pills and medicines required money.

Su Meiqing had all of the above, but one thing he didn't have was a spiritual root to cultivate with.

He couldn't cultivate, yet he lived in a great place full of top-tier cultivation sects.

Su Meiqing: "...Wow."

He immediately packed his things and scrambled over the forbidden area's walls to escape.

When he finally entered the world, things got very lively, in the most literal sense.

Some people coveted the spiritual artifacts and treasures on him and wanted to take them for themselves.

Without so much as changing expression, Su Meiqing pulled out thousands of talisman papers and roasted them on the spot.

Some tried to make an issue of his lack of spiritual roots and cultivation, using it to belittle him.

Su Meiqing smiled faintly and pulled out a long sword.

A useless man's sword, wielded by a darling of heaven.

Every move was different, and every strike landed a critical hit.

They spoke in the morning, and by afternoon, they were gone. They passed away peacefully, without the slightest pain.

Some harshly criticized him for occupying the place of a disciple of the Mountain Deity, despite being unable to bring glory to the sect.

This time, before Su Meiqing could act, his uncles, senior sisters, and senior brothers kicked the critic eight thousand miles away. His master, the Mountain Deity himself, even sneaked over and landed two more kicks.

And then there were those who considered him an aberration and wanted to make him turn evil and destroy the world.

Villain: "You have no spiritual roots, so people look down on you. Even with all those magical pills and medicines, you still can't cultivate. Doesn't it hurt, torment you, and make you miserable? Join me, and let's destroy the world together!"

Su Meiqing covered his ears and chose to lie flat.

What does destroying the world have to do with a useless person like me?

Villain: "..."

At first, everyone avoided Su Meiqing like the plague. They thought that aside from the blind fools in the Sect of Boundless Wandering, who thought everything about their little junior brother was wonderful, who could possibly like him?

In the end, everyone was horrified to discover that, besides the Sect of Boundless Wandering, there really were more blind fools.

That person looked dignified and steady, the sort destined to make the rules.

Yet he thoroughly followed the principle that "Su Meiqing must have his reasons for doing things this way."

One killed, the other handed over the knife.

One set fires, the other poured on oil.

One slew a god, and the other: "..."

Wen Fuguang: "."

All right, Meiqing must have his reasons for doing this.

Blurb for Oh No! Big Brother Has Fallen for His Master!

Ming Yingliu, the eldest disciple of Jinyun Mountain, was handsome and talented. As the disciple of the immortal lord Qichi, he was a true heaven's favorite with a bright future ahead of him.

But he had a secret he could never speak aloud.

He had fallen in love with his own master, the cold, unfeeling immortal lord.

Ming Yingliu knew his place and had never voiced his feelings.

Yet he still received a veiled warning.

Ming Yingliu fled in disarray and entered seclusion for three years, refusing to show his face.

Who could have guessed that the first news he heard upon emerging from seclusion was that the immortal lord had taken on a new disciple?

He was no longer his master's only disciple. His master had changed.

When his little junior brother practiced swordsmanship, his master would personally attend, his deeply meaningful gaze making Ming Yingliu feel as though he were sitting on pins and needles.

No matter how busy he was, his master would still devote part of his spiritual awareness to watching the two of them.

Even when Ming Yingliu took the junior disciples out on a training expedition, his master would follow in disguise.

It was a lie to say he wasn't sad.

But why, when danger struck and the moment was critical, did his master turn around and hold him instead?

Outsiders all said that the cold and heartless Immortal Lord Qichi had a secret.

He was in love with his own disciple.

But the bond between master and disciple was an uncrossable chasm, and Qichi didn't dare, and couldn't, ask.

But as he watched more and more people approach his disciple, Qichi could no longer sit still.

Those people did not look at his disciple with innocent eyes.

Yet his attempts at subtle, measured probing scared his disciple into entering seclusion on the spot, unwilling even to meet him once.

After waiting in vain for three years, Qichi decided to risk everything.

He would accompany his disciple in sword practice, protect him on his training expeditions, and go wherever he went. Love would blossom over time!

Then danger struck. When they awoke, each of them had an inexplicable little white orb of light by their side.

The little orb had no major use. It was simply unusually sensitive to emotions. The stronger the emotion, the faster it bobbed around.

In theory, it was practically useless to both of them.

But, Master, why is your orb spinning like a top?

Still, Disciple, yours isn't much better.

Qichi, Ming Yingliu: "..."

So the calm they showed each other had all been an act.

Blurb for What Happens When a Jinjiang Bottom Meets a Qidian Dragon-Blooded Hero?

Heartless Dao Jinjiang bottom x Qidian male-lead dragon-blooded hero

Cangbai Sect was one of the Three Upper Clans. Guan Tuisuang was its most promising disciple, cultivating the Heartless Dao with his eyes set solely on ascending to immortality. He established his foundation at seven, formed his golden core at ten, and reached the tribulation stage just twelve years later.

But in a single day, the genius was ambushed, failed his tribulation, and suffered a great loss of cultivation, becoming a useless person. At death's door, he escaped by shattering his destiny plate.

Guan Tuisuang was cold and heartless, and he held grudges. As he desperately needed to recover, he opened his eyes to find a beast whose head had taken on human form.

Not only did it fail to run when it saw him, it even seemed to be showing off its beautiful feathers. It didn't look too bright.

Heaven had not abandoned him.

Guan Tuisuang immediately set about killing the beast and extracting its core.

But before he could get the core, he formed a life-and-death bond with the beast.

If the beast died, he would die too.

Guan Tuisuang was so furious he spat up three mouthfuls of blood.

He had been a paragon of virtue his whole life, yet now he'd bonded with a useless dead bird whose cultivation was less than a third of his own. What awful luck! Once he recovered, he would kill that whole group of people, along with this dead bird that was still showing off its plumage to him!

Unlike his fellow demons in the demon realm, who struggled and competed endlessly, Zhaochunyu was an ordinary demon with neither noble blood nor lofty ambitions. Thanks to the huge inheritance his parents left him, he lived a wicked life of eating his fill and waiting to die.

It turned out that being too lazy could bring retribution. Zhaochunyu nearly got killed when he went out.

The man looked like he wouldn't live much longer. Zhaochunyu planned to quietly steal his storage pouch and run.

The next moment, their eyes met, and Zhaochunyu's claws were still resting on the other man's waist.

Zhaochunyu: "Listen, I..."

The other man wouldn't hear him out. With a murderous look in his eyes, he raised his sword and attacked.

A useless, badly wounded person thinks he can kill me?

Zhaochunyu grinned, pulled out a magic treasure, and prepared to send him into eternal sleep.

But amid the overwhelming waves of energy, Zhaochunyu caught sight of a face.

A beauty drenched in blood, breathtakingly beautiful.

Especially when the useless man's sword tip pierced the magic treasure and came within three inches of his heart. It was a sight so beautiful it took his breath away.

Zhaochunyu stood rooted to the spot instead of running, staring at the sword tip and swallowing, while half a fan of glittering golden tail feathers burst open behind him.

Guan Tuisuang, momentarily blinded by the golden light: ?

Theme: Strive tirelessly, and hard work will be rewarded!