The master puppet maker Pei Yu was betrayed by the very people he trusted.
After his death, a divine physician spent seventeen years trying to save him.
When Pei Yu's consciousness returned, his body was still dead, and his soul floated in the air.
He was surprised that someone had saved him. Even more surprising was that...
A handsome man with tousled hair and an ethereal air ran his fingertips over Pei Yu's icy skin. His scorching breath fanned across Pei Yu's ear, and when he lowered his head until their foreheads touched, his whole body trembled uncontrollably. "Pei Yu..."
Their tongues brushed, and they kissed, their lips tangling along each other's necks.
Pei Yu, dead for seventeen years: ???!!!
When Pei Yu awoke, the divine physician had returned to his cold self, tidied himself up, and stood with a distant, merciless air.
Nothing like the passion he'd shown in bed.
At first, Pei Yu thought: "This is going to kill me."
After waking, Pei Yu said: "Divine Physician, why not touch me again? Is your kink limited to the dead version of me?"
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Mu Wuyou practiced the Jade Clarity Art, which forbade carnal relations. He had always followed the rules and kept himself in line.
That was back when he was at the academy. He had just come of age when he met a dazzling, radiant man.
The man was bold and eye-catching, rebellious and unruly, with a charmingly handsome face and a carefree, irreverent smile that never left his lips.
Mu Wuyou fell for him at first sight.
The man's name was Pei Yu. He was the young lord of Tianfu, the apple of Tianfu's lord's eye, and a genius whose puppet arts were second to none.
They had shared a brief connection, a memory Mu Wuyou had carefully treasured in his heart.
But Mu Wuyou was a physician, while Pei Yu cultivated the Cycle of Rebirth. He was either dead or alive, so he had no need for a physician.
After graduating from the academy, Mu Wuyou kept up with every bit of news about Pei Yu, but they never met again.
Then Pei Yu died.
Mu Wuyou nearly went mad searching for his body. When he saw that motionless face, his heart was left in pieces.
He withdrew from the world and did everything he could to save Pei Yu for seventeen years.
The first thing Pei Yu said when he woke was: "Who are you?"
Divine Physician Gong x Master Puppet Maker Shou
Aloof, secretly lovesick Gong x Emotionally oblivious, hypocritical Shou
Mu Wuyou x Pei Yu
Note:
1. He hasn't lost his memory. He simply doesn't remember Mu Wuyou.
2. The protagonist wakes up in Chapter Two, so this doesn't count as necrophilia.
3. Intensely unrequited love, bittersweet and sweet, both virgins, one-on-one, happy ending.
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Qiran lives with his master on an immortal mountain.
He neither cultivates nor works, and spends his days wandering up and down the mountain. His greatest pleasure in life is casually saving people, exchanging keepsakes, and writing letters back and forth with them.
Pen pal 1: An ascetic junior uncle from the Heavenly Realm, aloof and self-possessed, chaste and proper.
Pen pal 2: The scheming master of Muxian Valley, smiling as he plots, carefree and laid-back.
Pen pal 3: The deranged young lord of the Demon Domain, sinister and proud, with an off-the-charts possessive streak.
Pen pal 4: An ambitious prince of an ancient kingdom, born to nobility and able to call the wind and summon the rain.
The day his master finally kicked him off the mountain, Qiran quickly packed his things and wrote to his pen pals.
"Boohoo, my master kicked me out."
When Qiran reached the foot of the mountain, all kinds of mounts and flying carriages were waiting there. Every visitor was rich or important.
Qiran sauntered over and spotted the peerlessly beautiful, aloof Jing Qiu at a glance. "I remember you. You're the one who kissed me."
In an instant, dagger-sharp gazes shot at him from every direction.
Jing Qiu was a disciple of the Heavenly Realm's venerable ancestor, a junior uncle revered by everyone in his sect and a man of unmatched prestige.
As a prince representing his ancient kingdom abroad and one of its heirs, he lived without a care in the world.
Always disciplined and courteous, cold and indifferent, he had never been interested in beauty. Yet now, faced with the person he loved, he was so nervous he didn't know what to say.
Right in front of everyone, Qiran threw an arm around his neck.
Then he kissed his cheek. "Just saying hello."
Jing Qiu showed nothing on his face, but flowers bloomed in his mind, and his breathing grew lighter without him realizing it.
Aloof, self-controlled, secretly passionate Gong x Affectionate baby Shou who loves cuddling
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Xu Chan had a face as lovely as a woman's and looked frail, but he was ambitious to the core. He was determined to rise to power, bring glory to his family, and become a revered founder.
He joined Canghai Sect under Venerable Jingyuan, honoring his master and diligently cultivating.
Jingyuan's old injury flared up. He lay on his side in bed, his long hair trailing to the floor, his robe half open, his eyes alluring. A cough aggravated his injury, and his face was as pale as paper.
Xu Chan kept his eyes forward and fed him the medicinal broth, one spoonful at a time.
Jingyuan had been poisoned with an aphrodisiac and curled up in an icy spring. Snow clung to his long lashes, and his thin, water-soaked clothes revealed his broad chest and flushed neck.
Xu Chan had been ordered to come help him, and never overstepped his bounds.
Suddenly, a hand seized his wrist and yanked him off the bank. Jingyuan pressed himself against Xu Chan and kissed him.
Xu Chan knew his master was not in his right mind, and did not blame him, lest it damage their master-disciple relationship and hinder their cultivation.
He simply thought his master was beset by one misfortune after another. Every day, he was either injured and in need of care or poisoned and in need of treatment. He'd go out and come back half-dead, forever weak or on the verge of weakness.
Xu Chan could only put aside his cultivation each time to look after him. It was a real nuisance.
Venerable Jingyuan, Fu Yunye, was the supreme power under heaven, with few equals. He had taken a disciple merely to honor his sect's wishes, and rarely bothered to teach him seriously.
That was, until he met Xu Chan.
At first, Fu Yunye thought he'd taken the best disciple anyone could ask for.
The boy was well-behaved, obedient, self-disciplined, steadfast in his Dao heart, and destined for greatness.
But little by little, Fu Yunye began to feel that something was off.
He was the one who had changed.
Jinjiang Master x Qidian Disciple
Flirtatious Master x Proper Disciple
Theme: Face life with optimism.
I feel like there is a big difference between Song's strength and strength. I don't know how he will go offline later.
. . . I don't quite understand how strong Song is. The two male protagonists, their elders, and the Heavenly Puppet can't kill Song? This is too annoying.
This is from the book about Immortal Coquettishness. Come on, author.
I finally finished reading it before the start of school in two days from August 23 to August 24, 2025.
"The tender meat afterwards" gave the author a big bug~ behind the ear
Madam, she is a model worker. I love her so much.
"Mu Wuyou buried his head in his neck, licked and bit his neck, and gently sucked on his tender flesh, but said nothing." Catch a big bug for the author~ behind the ear
I would like to remind the comrades who are grading that if you want to give Jinjiang a five-star dog but not give it, you can just come back and give the grade again in a few days.
Finished spreading flowers! I rely on the teacher's hard work to seamlessly connect to the next book.
Wuhu! Throw flowers!!!