The Vicious True Young Master Became Sickly and Frail After Rebirth

[Main story completed on April 18, 2025]

After being reborn, Zhou Zhuoyuan learned that he was the vicious villain and real young master in a melodramatic angst novel. Selfish and jealous, he had caused the kindhearted protagonist, Zhou Zhuoyi, to die. In the end, his biological father beat him and drove him out of the house, leaving him to live in poverty for the rest of his life.

Readers couldn't accept that ending. Their overwhelming will gave birth to a new plane of existence, forcing Zhou Zhuoyuan to give the protagonist his happy ending.

Zhou Zhuoyuan hated Zhou Zhuoyi and refused to cooperate, so the System born from the plane took away his healthy body as a warning.

He began falling ill frequently. The slightest mishap sent him to the hospital, and people he'd crossed in the past often came after him.

If he couldn't afford to fight them, couldn't he just avoid them? Zhou Zhuoyuan studied as hard as he could and made sure to stay away from Zhou Zhuoyi.

But even after he backed down so completely, these people still wouldn't leave him alone. They insisted on showing up in front of him and making their presence known.

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Pei He had been secretly in love with He Qinglan for over a decade, but had never dared to confess. Then their new roommate arrived, and in just a few days, he had all of He Qinglan's attention.

He Qinglan was also a top-tier scumbag. After getting together with the new roommate, he often made Pei He run errands for him: bringing the new roommate meals and milk tea, or taking him to the hospital. His delicate rival was frail and couldn't keep his mouth shut!

Pei He spent every day furiously looking after his rival, but somewhere along the way, his jealousy changed into something else.

So cute. I want to...

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The day Zhou Zhuoyi woke up after surgery, everyone remembered the scene from their previous lives: Zhou Zhuoyuan's body in a shabby, cramped rental room.

Reading guide:

① Rivals to lovers, both leads are inexperienced. Xiao Yuan will only have two relationships; all the rest are unrequited, with a slight everyone-loves-him element (not everyone is part of a romantic storyline).

② Xiao Yuan isn't perfect and will grow. I let Xiao Yuan become the top scorer and surpass the love interest.

③ I won't let Xiao Yuan suffer in the end.

④ Since Pei He is the love interest, Xiao Yuan will break up with He Qinglan. There will be angst, but He Qinglan is devoted to Xiao Yuan from beginning to end.

⑤ Please don't insult Xiao Yuan. It would be even better if you didn't insult me, either.

⑥ The author's note in Chapter 45 spoils all the angst to come.

[Upcoming novel: My Fate Is Not Mine to Command]

Ye Jinfeng was the senior disciple of the Sword Immortal of the Guixu Sect. Brilliantly gifted and blessed with exceptional talent, he was regarded by the entire sect as the Sword Immortal's successor. Yet he betrayed his sect and abandoned the Dao, practiced forbidden arts, and slaughtered his fellow disciples, becoming a corrupt cultivator whom everyone in the cultivation world wanted dead.

Those who harm others ultimately harm themselves. By then, Ye Jinfeng's meridians had been severed and his spiritual roots destroyed, leaving him nothing more than an ordinary mortal. He changed his name to Chen Ji and doggedly followed his savior, Shi Canling, until he was captured by his former junior, Rong Jing, who hated him to the bone.

Rong Jing told Shi Canling that he could save only one of them: Chen Ji, or Shi Canling's junior disciple Shen Jianyue, whom Shi Canling had raised from childhood.

Shi Canling didn't hesitate for a moment. Frowning coldly, he said, “Naturally, I choose to save my junior.”

Ye Jinfeng was utterly devastated.

He was once again imprisoned in the dark, damp dungeons of the Guixu Sect, covered in wounds.

Rong Jing gripped his chin and forced his head up. His eyes shadowed, he asked, “Senior brother, have you ever regretted killing our junior disciple that day?”

Ye Jinfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, then suddenly burst out laughing. “I should have killed him and cut him into pieces to throw into the Demon Realm!”

He had no chance left to defy fate. Whether he died easily or horribly, he was going to die, so he might as well curse them to his heart's content before the end.

But Ye Jinfeng didn't die. Wenren Yin, the reclusive physician of the Reincarnation Valley, saved him and tended to him with gentle, devoted care. Only later did Ye Jinfeng learn that the physician was Rong Jing's long-cherished beloved, yet Wenren Yin had fallen for the one who treated him with such acceptance.

Their good days didn't last. Rong Jing found them in the Reincarnation Valley, saw how intimate they were, and was consumed by jealousy. He threatened Wenren Yin with Ye Jinfeng's life, forcing him to bond with Rong Jing.

Ye Jinfeng thought it couldn't get any more humiliating.

It could.

He lay dazed beside Rong Jing, his heart heavy. While Rong Jing slept, he drove a knife toward his heart. It barely pierced the skin before a protective mirror repelled him.

After suffering such grievous injuries, he had only a few days left to live. Ye Jinfeng had spent years obsessively pursuing cultivation, but at last he saw through it all.

Though he had found clarity, everyone around him had become obsessed because of him. To keep him alive by force, they searched the world for rare treasures and resorted to anything they could:

Shi Canling, once as cold and distant as ice, now watched him constantly, refusing to let him out of sight for even a moment.

Rong Jing, who had once wanted to grind his bones to dust, now scoured the most perilous wastelands for the legendary artifact that could extend his life.

Shen Jianyue, who had always granted his every request, now gripped his wrist tightly and forcibly poured his own blood down Ye Jinfeng's throat.

And Wenren Yin, who had always been considerate, now disregarded his wishes, gently but firmly refusing again and again to let him go when he begged for release.

Theme: Neither joy nor sorrow should be dictated by external things or personal circumstances.