I’ve Fallen into a True God’s Romantic Tribulation

I want to update another novel first. Little angels, you can click on my author page~

I'll finish this one too~

Zong Yi was a little immortal in Heaven. No one knew where he came from. As far back as he could remember, he was already an immortal.

Siming had a headache lately. He had to write a story for the famous True God Yunchuan, and not just any story: it had to be a tribulation of love.

He searched all of Heaven, but not one immortal was willing.

Siming asked, "True God Yunchuan is said to be the most beautiful person in all of Heaven. Why on earth won't any of you do it?"

An unnamed little immortal replied, "Siming, it's not that he's not beautiful. It's that we cherish our lives!"

In the end, Siming coaxed and tricked Zong Yi into descending to the mortal realm.

Zong Yi was a notorious playboy in the capital, while Yunchuan was a reserved and delicate top scholar. The playboy fell in love with the top scholar and forced him to marry.

The top scholar sat on the wedding bed, his teeth clenched and fingers curled tight, his eyes full of towering fury. Zong Yi, I'll make you pay.

Zong Yi stepped into the room. Holding a jade scepter in his fair hand, he lifted the red veil.

[Why does he look like he wants to kill me? Good heavens, I swear I have absolutely no improper thoughts about him!]

Chu Qing was astonished. The playboy's lips hadn't moved.

[Seriously, why is he looking at me like that? I know I'm handsome, dashing, suave, and loved by everyone, but there's no need to stare at me like that!]

Chu Qing couldn't help scowling. "Be quiet."

Zong Yi was horrified and touched his mouth. [I didn't say anything! The protagonist bottom is seriously crazy. Poor me, just a miserable ex-husband. No wonder the protagonist bottom has no affection for me!]

Peaceful days never lasted long. Demonic creatures invaded.

The Age of Decline.

All living things suffered as the world was filled with misery and death.

The renowned Grand General Who Guards the Nation, stationed in the capital, looked at the mass of monsters ahead and sighed. They were powerless to stop them. Was the nation doomed to fall?

Inside the great hall, the officials hurried to write their last letters. Then everyone saw the notorious playboy cast aside his elaborate, gaudy finery and approach in white, sword in hand.

One sword shattered all things and protected the capital's peace.

At a single glance, Chu Qing recognized Zong Yi as the immortal he had glimpsed as a child.

An innocent, adorable, lively pursuer x a recipient who was cold at first but fiercely possessive once in love

There are several completed short stories on my author page. Everyone's welcome to add them to your reading list and enjoy~

Every World, I Transmigrate as Cannon Fodder is currently being written. Please add it to your reading list~ I'm focusing on this one now~

#TheProtagonistBottomInEveryWorldRunsOffWithMe#

[School]

The man's slender, fair fingers held two cards. His wine-red suit set off his cool, pale skin, giving him a dashing air. He curled his lips in a smile that never reached his eyes and scoffed. "Love? I don't believe in it."

At school, the aloof protagonist bottom was cold and flirtatious behind closed doors. Later, his eyes red, he asked Wen Qi, "Do you love me or not?"

[Wealthy Family]

The bold, beautiful stepmother wore a white suit, her raven-black hair irresistibly alluring. She looked ready to burst into tears in front of anyone.

Wen Qi was an inconspicuous eldest son of the Wen family. His widowed stepmother became the object of desire for countless people.

Later, inside a luxurious villa halfway up a mountain, the stepmother dropped her usual expression and looked at the person in the cage, despair in her voice. "Could you please look at me?"

[Xianxia]

Seated high on the immortal platform was Venerable Dugu, the most powerful cultivator in the world of cultivation. Cold and aloof, he waved away every love letter sent to him.

This time, Wen Qi's identity was an inconspicuous cannon-fodder character from the top immortal sect.

Later, the Venerable, who had never cared about anything, asked in a trembling voice, his eyes filled with obsessive madness, yet speaking softly: "A Qi, where is your love letter?"

[Imperial Court]

In the imperial court, countless people knelt. The emperor was tyrannical and without virtue, and his harem lay empty and cold. Any official who so much as suggested taking a consort was immediately dragged away and executed.

This time, Wen Qi transmigrated as a minor official who kept urging the emperor to take consorts.

Later, the tyrannical protagonist bottom, his eyes red and full of pleading, asked the assembled officials, "Aiqing Wen, why have you stopped asking me?"

[Interstellar]

The Empire's Rose shone like a jewel, her stunning face drawing people in like moths to a flame.

Her slender, graceful figure was captivating.

Her ever-smiling, flirtatious eyes were enchanting.

The lofty First Prince was willing to bow his noble head for the protagonist bottom.

The Second Prince, who never let anyone get close, always kept a tender spot in his heart for the protagonist bottom.

The boisterous Third Prince was always as docile as a cat around the protagonist bottom.

They treated Qi Qinhan like a priceless treasure.

This time, Wen Qi transmigrated as the inconspicuous guard of the Third Prince.

Later, the protagonist bottom, hailed as the Empire's Rose, used a starship to shower Wen Qi with a rain of roses.

The three princes ground their teeth in fury.

Wen Qi caught a rose petal and sneezed. With an awkward smile, he said to the three princes, who were mad with jealousy, "Sorry, I'm allergic to roses."

Much later, Qi Qinhan, tears in his eyes and voice hoarse, asked miserably, "A Qi, why can't it be me?"

[Alternate World]

In his previous life, the protagonist bottom was a cool, proud modern heir who wielded power like a game.

In this life, he was reborn as a refined, aloof ancient courtesan who entertained guests with his art but never sold his body.

The wealthy young men of the capital spent lavishly just to win a smile from him.

By chance, an official presented the protagonist bottom as a gift to the brutal, incompetent ruler of the era, hoping to curry favor.

From then on, the protagonist bottom became the ruler's most cherished consort.

Wen Qi transmigrated as the son of that brutal, incompetent ruler: a useless crown prince.

Wen Qi gripped the sword in his hand, dressed in a loose black robe patterned with dark designs. The blade rested against the pale jade neck of the protagonist bottom, a flower on a high peak. Disdain filled his stunning yet icy face.

Wen Qi mechanically delivered his line. "What, is my father not good enough? Mother Consort, did you know that I have a great fondness for you?"

Whether he did or not, Wen Qi didn't know. He only felt exhausted.

Later, the protagonist bottom usurped the throne. In the Eastern Palace, Wen Qi held a cup of wine, ready to drink the poison and end it all.

Who could have expected the protagonist bottom to lose all composure and charge into the Eastern Palace like a madman? Terror showed on his snow-cold face. With tears in his beautiful eyes, he asked in a trembling, cautious voice, "A Qi, put it down, okay?"

P.S. The protagonist bottom is a virgin. The ruler hasn't even touched his hand.

Theme: Never lose sight of your original purpose