I'm Not a Heavenly Master, Just an Ordinary Third-Generation Rich Kid

Born into a wealthy family where everyone loves one another and excels at everything, Ye Ying is very satisfied with his setup in this life. After all, ever since his past life, he had dreamed of being a rich playboy with nothing to do. What satisfies him even more is that this life is set in a perfectly ordinary, peaceful world. This is a sure thing. It's finally his turn to enjoy life. A sure thing, a sure thing... What a load of crap! At his eighteenth birthday banquet, following the family tradition his grandfather spoke of, Ye Ying's name was written into the family genealogy. Before the ink had dried, he heard a familiar clang, one that seemed etched into his very soul. A sword appeared out of nowhere, streaking like a white rainbow across the sun and plunging into his spiritual platform. Ye Ying could only reassure himself: It's fine. The eerie world is all about mutual attraction. As long as I'm a little deaf and blind, they won't notice me either. Mom's beloved cat, a beautiful calico, actually has two tails and a mysterious black-cat boyfriend. I can't see them. The old peach tree in the yard chatters away all day, spilling all the gossip about the mysterious creatures around the neighborhood. I can't hear it. But I can be out shopping and suddenly find myself in the middle of an urban legend, or go on a cruise with a friend and stumble into a mermaid hunting ground... Can I not have a peaceful life? I can't just keep hiding until I end up on the menu! Even worse, because mysterious incidents keep happening around him, a special department has set its sights on him. Wait, why does this man, who's practically oozing murderous energy, have some sort of special connection with me? My troublesome little sword is clearly staying put in my spiritual platform! What's going on with this guy in front of me? The human form of my little nemesis was a tiny, three-headed little cutie who flew into a huff at the slightest tease. How could it have gone from that to this towering, six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, hot-tempered, jealous man after only a few hundred years apart? "Who are you calling delicate?" Murderous energy surges.JPG "So you're admitting you're a jealous type?" Well, yeah. Who else but him would insist on competing with a kitchen knife, a peeler, and nail clippers for work as his bonded sword? "...Enough talk. Give me your left foot." The cold-faced sword glanced over the neatly rounded nail on his right foot and issued a frostily imperious command. [Ancient texts record a sword named Zhu Xie, a blade of deep resentment and hatred that devours its master. The moment it leaves its sheath, it brings a towering aura of murderous energy, yet it also carries immense merit, brilliant as the sun, that washes away evil and the uncanny. Throughout the ages, countless celestial masters have tried to subdue it or break it, but all have failed. Only when the spiritual energy of the world surges and eerie phenomena abound does it boldly leave its sheath.] Upcoming novel: "Uncle Doesn't Want to Go Crazy with You All." If you like this one, please add it to your favorites! Cheng Li had finally graduated from the devoted male supporting character script. After cautiously observing for three years and confirming that his older brother and sister-in-law were happily settled, he decided his role as their younger brother wouldn't force him to follow the plot anymore. At last, he chose to return to Province Z to build his career. Who could have known that fate would have other plans? The moment his plane landed, he was hit with a "plot kill." The System told him that, very fortunately (or unfortunately), he had advanced from male supporting character to male lead. Apparently, no top dog is a real top dog unless he starts out disabled. So, naturally, he got into a car accident as soon as he got off the plane, and injured his leg badly enough to limp afterward. Looking at his leg, which had been heavily cast despite only suffering a minor fracture, well, with that much plaster, he really would be limping for a while. Then the old man at home immediately told him that, to keep him from spending the rest of his life alone because of his disability, he'd arranged an old betrothal for him, and the other party had already agreed. "Wait, Grandpa, these days a cast makes you disabled?" Cheng Li grumbled furiously to himself. But his past experience with the plot told him it was best not to resist at key moments, or the consequences could be unpredictable. And yet, before he'd even met the man, a bad friend came to tell him that his fiance was his grandnephew's ex-boyfriend? The kind of ex who'd loved deeply, only to get dumped miserably. The System urgently cut in to announce that the plot had begun. Fine, fine. From younger brother-in-law to uncle, is this how you're going to play it? You've really figured out the uncle romance genre. Cheng Li gritted his teeth! Ding-dong. The familiar text-message alert sounded. The old man wrote that the legendary fiance would come take care of him, the cripple, and help them develop feelings for each other. That very night, someone showed up with luggage and knocked on his door. "Gu Dongcang?" Cheng Li stared in astonishment at the newcomer, a fresh recruit his company had signed not long ago. "Boss, I'm the fiance you were promised to as a child. Give me a chance." Leaning against the doorframe, the newcomer had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, and a face handsome enough to be divine. His smile was practically impossible to resist. Entertainment-industry mogul, bottom VS newly signed young star, top Theme: The light of righteousness illuminates the world