The Flower Market Master Enters a Torture Romance

Unconventional transmigration into a book / universally adored scum bottom

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Yan Fuqing had been living the easy life as a master in a flower-market novel, when he somehow transmigrated into an angst-filled story.

His eldest disciple devoted himself to pursuing the Dao and treated Yan Fuqing as a cultivation furnace.

His second disciple gazed at him with infatuation, but really saw him as a stand-in for his white moonlight.

His youngest disciple was promiscuous with everyone but deferential to him. In truth, he was a spy for the Demon Sect, hoping to draw out Yan Fuqing's inner demon so he could strike a killing blow...

So angsty! Qingqing's crying!

Wait.

Look at the eldest disciple's sculpted abs, the second disciple's extraordinary talents, and the youngest disciple's strong, muscular build...

Yan Fuqing: So, I can sleep with them all without any pressure, right?

Oh, you should've said so sooner!

Yan Fuqing began enjoying the happy life of an angst-novel master.

The eldest disciple was devoted to cultivation and insatiable. Yan Fuqing welcomed him with open arms: "Good disciple, keep up the good work."

The second disciple wanted him to wear his white moonlight's clothes. Yan Fuqing: "Sure, but shouldn't you return the favor, disciple? This nipple ring..."

The youngest disciple lay on his bed, lost in ecstasy. "Master, have I won your heart?"

Yan Fuqing's phoenix eyes gleamed with amusement. He only smiled and said nothing.

By chance, several of his disciples compared notes.

Yan Fuqing couldn't smile anymore as the atmosphere suddenly went dead. "Heh heh, we were just giving each other what we wanted..." Better run!

Later, the eldest disciple hesitated when facing his trial of love, unable to advance to the Dao no matter what.

The second disciple fell into madness from longing and descended into the ghost path. His glowing green eyes reflected only Yan Fuqing's image.

The youngest disciple destroyed his own demonic bones, just to earn the right to wait for someone who was destined never to return.

Oh, so that's how this story is angsty.

Yan Fuqing was enjoying the show when his new lover's face turned serious and he leaned over him.

"Who are you looking at this time, Qingqing?"

"No one..."

To be honest, his new lover had once been his sword. Somehow, he'd taken human form. He was handsome, and his cultivation was even stronger than Yan Fuqing's.

"Really? I don't believe you. You're always hanging by Qingqing's bedside. I've seen too much..."

Yan Fuqing: "Mm!"

#My magical weapon gets jealous

#My sword hurts so much when it spanks me

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The official top is tentatively the sword spirit. Top is a virgin, bottom isn't.

That's the story, more or less. I may revise the blurb, so save it if you're interested.

Theme: A friend in a distant land is like a neighbor.