Did My White Moonlight Become a Yandere After I Died?

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Fang Yuchu was just an ordinary boy in the mortal realm, spending his days going between classes and skipping school, playing and fooling around year after year. One day, he slipped out of the private school and curiously watched the family that had just moved in.

There was only one person in the courtyard. Their eyes met, and Fang Yuchu stood rooted to the spot. The other person smiled at him, as beautiful as a celestial maiden descending to earth.

A year later, armed with nothing but an ordinary sword, Fang Yuchu rose to greatness, defeating countless talented young disciples in the cultivation world.

From the hall, he pointed at Song Qingchuan from afar. "We agreed back then that you'd become my master. Does that promise still stand?"

Song Qingchuan smiled as he looked at the spirited young man in fine clothes. "Of course it does. But... you have to be obedient."

By a twist of fate, the two went from master and disciple to fellow disciples.

By day, Song Qingchuan served as both Fang Yuchu's senior brother and master, patiently teaching him.

At night, the moon-bright, immaculate senior brother's eyes would darken as he gently pinned Fang Yuchu down and held his wrists.

Pine-flower wine, a beauty for company. What could be more delightful?

Silent blades and swords shattered the beautiful scene, leaving behind only a spreading, indelible crimson.

The number one sword sect in the cultivation world stood quietly in place, yet had thwarted the schemes of who knew how many people. Those with wicked intentions could no longer tolerate the existence of Mingxiao Sect.

With his sword in hand, Fang Yuchu stood alone before everyone. Blood stained the hilt, and the blade was already badly damaged.

With one swing, he sent Song Qingchuan away. "Senior Brother, in this life, I have failed you."

As his life faded, Fang Yuchu felt himself lying in someone's warm embrace.

The man gently stroked his cheek and murmured softly:

"Why is it that in every lifetime, I am the one who gets abandoned?"

Fang Yuchu had an incredibly vivid dream.

In it, he seemed to have died.

The world was in turmoil, and the sects lay in ruins. The sect leader senior sister who could level mountains and seas with one sword, the taciturn genius junior brother, and both he and his senior brother all eventually turned to dust and wind.

But when he awoke, he found his pure and pristine senior brother smiling gently, just as if they had only just met.

Yet the desire and gloom showing in those picturesque features made him afraid to look. He was a little scared.

His gentle, water-soft senior brother held Fang Yuchu close, but gripped all five of his fingers tightly, pressing the breath from him.

"Xiao Chu, you're being disobedient."

A seemingly gentle and refined yet actually obsessive senior brother x a sunny, gifted junior brother of the mortal realm who cares for all living things

1. In both lifetimes, they have only ever had each other and are always in love. No angst.

2. An upgrade-focused story, with a little ensemble cast.

3. Both die in the first lifetime.

4. Both regain their memories. The male lead remembers early, the other lead later; the male lead regains his memories in the middle-to-late stages.

5. The author does not allow romance involving anyone under 17, so the romance begins only after they join the sect.

6. Original title: A Senior Brother Who Doesn't Want to Be a Master Isn't a Good Dao Companion

7. This novel was first published on October 8, 2024.

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Shen Zhile transmigrated into the ninth prince of the Great Yu Dynasty.

His mother was an unloved orphan who died of illness when he was very young, and his emperor father despised him. All he had left was his own frail six-year-old self.

Fortunately, he had been blessed with a beautiful face since childhood.

Unfortunately, he was not the current emperor's son.

And fortunately, Shen Zhile knew exactly how to make use of his face.

To survive, he had no choice but to cautiously navigate his relationships with these people, gradually finding a way to stay alive.

The Crown Prince was exceptionally handsome and talented, the only suitable heir to the throne.

Every day, Shen Zhile made a show of following his Crown Prince brother around and obeying him. He would personally make snacks and feed them to him, and in winter he would climb into the Crown Prince's bed to warm his blankets.

Behind the scenes, though, he also fussed over the young marquis whenever he was punished by his family, and showed boundless concern for the aloof, cold Grand Tutor's son.

His methods were clumsy and immature. Everyone knew his affection was false, yet as Shen Zhile grew up, they found it harder and harder to look away.

Only when his Crown Prince brother ascended the throne did Shen Zhile finally relax. His brother had always doted on him, and from then on, he would never have to worry about his true parentage being exposed.

At the thought, Shen Zhile beamed. He had finally come into his own and no longer needed to suck up to those wretched men.

He left without a word and traveled away from the capital. When he awoke, however, the first thing he saw was a beaded curtain hanging above him.

His body lay limp on the bed. A painful bite at the side of his neck was soothed by a wet lick, and a long, cold finger pressed between his lips.

"Zhile, since you want so badly to leave me, I might as well grant your wish. From this day on, there will be no ninth prince. There will only be My Empress."

Until then, he had been planning to take it slowly, gradually cutting Shen Zhile off from those people.

After Shen Zhile ran away, he sat alone through the night.

If he wanted to run, then perhaps he should make sure he could never run again.

Theme: Strive to build a fair, open, and just cultivation system.