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After transmigrating to the world of cultivation, Qiu Yu’an found himself right at home.

Qiu Yu’an was a B-king. If he couldn’t show off, he’d rather die.

Qiu Yu’an, the eldest legitimate son of the Qiu family, was renowned throughout the cultivation world as a prodigy. They say that on the day he was born, thunder roared across the sky. But the instant Qiu Yu’an entered the world, the clouds turned rosy for thousands of miles and a hundred phoenixes cried out, a heavenly omen.

Years later, people recalled Qiu Yu’an.

Bystander A: “That’s right! Young Master Qiu, dressed all in white, killed forty-eight demons with one sword as the wind whipped around him, without a drop of blood on his clothes.”

Bystander B: “Young Master Qiu is a peerless talent, after all. He began cultivating qi at birth, reached Foundation Establishment at seven, and formed his Golden Core at sixteen. He’s the greatest prodigy the cultivation world has ever seen!”

In truth, Qiu Yu’an wasn’t a prodigy. He was just a little more talented than most.

The so-called heavenly omen was the result of his listening to the adults from inside the womb every day, predicting the weather, and filling notebook after notebook with his calculations until sparks nearly flew. That was how he picked a time to be born beneath a heavenly omen.

He was the legitimate son, but he had nearly failed to be the eldest child in the family.

His father had a harem of wives and concubines, and four of Qiu Yu’an’s siblings were born on the same day as him. Three of them even went into labor before he did. Determined to earn the title of both legitimate and eldest, he grabbed his umbilical cord and scrambled out at full speed, managing to be born one minute before the second son.

His reputation as a genius was fake, too. He’d worked himself to the bone every day and secretly sought out hidden realms to build up his cultivation.

His sword poses looked cool because he’d prepared more than twenty stylish ways to draw his sword.

His hair flowed in the breeze because he washed and conditioned it at three in the morning every day.

He came away from fights without a drop of blood on him because his clothes were coated in the cultivation world’s secret wax…

And so, through sheer self-promotion, Qiu Yu’an made it into the greatest sect in the cultivation world and became the disciple of its foremost sword cultivator.

The Sword Ancestor, Fu Tianzhao, always favored simplicity. If he could get somewhere in a straight line, he wouldn’t take a detour.

When he first saw his only disciple flourish his sword dozens of times in a single routine, he assumed the young man had misunderstood something.

It took him a while to understand. There was no other reason: his disciple simply loved showing off.

*Teacher-disciple pairing: a B-king bottom and a minimalist top, with the top older.

*Both the bottom and top are hard workers, the type to push themselves to the limit. The pairing is fixed, with no swapping. The story is 80% plot and 20% romance. There’ll be career ambitions and love, too!

*I rarely go back to read the comments, but I’ll delete them if I see anything extreme.

*This blurb was written on July 20, 2024, and has been documented.

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The Salted-Fish Husband of the Regent’s Household by Lu Guitu

Story ID: 10504981

Blurb: Sun Guining was only seven when he transmigrated. The Sun family was fairly well-off in town.

Unfortunately, his father was a licentiate and his older brother a student candidate. The whole family was obsessed with the civil service exams, an endless money pit where every attempt ended in failure.

His father had been a licentiate for forty-three years, and his brother was sitting the licentiate exam for the tenth time.

His mother had worked herself sick and died. They kept selling off their farmland, but a year’s hard work brought in no money.

Sun Guining: “I’m done working so hard. I’ll make a plan to run away with my sister.”

“Don’t worry, your second brother has money. I’ll draw, um, adult comics to support you.”

Little sister: “What are adult comics?”

In the end, their escape plan failed, and their father died on the road to the exams.

His brother became a licentiate.

Sun Guining stared in shock. “The licentiate exam loop?!!!”

“Let’s split up the family! Right now!”

He wanted his sister, two mu of land, and a shop to turn into a bookstore, where he could draw a few storybooks.

His brother tried to persuade him. “I’m already a licentiate. In three years, I’ll certainly become a recommended candidate. I won’t let you and our sister suffer for nothing.”

Sun Guining: “I’d sooner believe I’m the emperor.”

In late autumn, Sun Guining went outside the city to collect grain. On his way home after dark, he found a man on the road.

Sun Guining: “Ennn, I know you shouldn’t pick up strange men on the road, but who could understand? I’ve lived two lifetimes, and now a paper-doll character has come to life!”

He’s so handsome~

The regent, who held the reins of government, disappeared without a trace.

Sun Guining never became emperor, but he did become a prince consort.

After being missing for half a year, Regent Liu Yi returned to the capital.

“The prince is married? Who’s the consort?”

“They say some country boy found the prince after he lost his memory.”

“Isn’t that taking advantage of someone in trouble? A man like the prince, now that he’s recovered, could never fall for some country boy.”

While amnesiac, Liu Yi fed chickens, hauled water, chopped wood, and helped his husband with paperwork. When his husband drew, he wrote stories. At night, he indulged his husband’s every demand.

Once his memories returned, Liu Yi became the cold, ruthless regent of Great Jin once more. He forgot the time he’d spent without his memories.

He was cold to everyone. If they hadn’t married and his husband weren’t carrying his child

Sun Guining muttered, “Taking advantage of someone in trouble? What a nasty thing to say. Why not ask him who was pushing whom and who was coaxing whom back then?”

“I said no, and he just kept going.”

“Fine, fine. From today on, I’ll lie flat as a chaste widow. Happy now?”

Liu Yi: Who’s spreading such nonsense?

My body still loves him.

An older top who’s a controlling, tireless regent and a workaholic, paired with a face-loving bottom who draws little comics and is content to lie flat like a salted fish.

Theme: With enough effort, you can overcome a lack of talent.