Shen Linqiu transmigrated.
He became the older brother of the beloved protagonist in a cultivation harem novel, the one who died young.
From childhood, the protagonist was passionately pursued by countless favored sons of heaven, and was forcibly claimed by all manner of sickos. These lunatics were consumed by possessiveness toward him, while he was constantly and passively tugged between his various love interests.
As for Shen Linqiu, in the original story he was the protagonist's older brother, whose early death was mentioned only in passing. The novel never even revealed exactly how he died.
To escape his early death, Shen Linqiu unleashed his workaholic nature and cultivated like mad. My fate is mine to control, not Heaven's! Through sheer hard work, he became the protagonist's genius older brother.
When the sect's top disciple tried to get close to the protagonist, Shen Linqiu raised his eyes nonchalantly and said, his voice light, "My family doesn't take in trash who can't beat me."
When the Demon Venerable tried to forcefully claim the protagonist, Shen Linqiu held his sword in one hand and single-handedly cut through ten thousand soldiers. The icy blade lifted the Demon Venerable's chin as Shen Linqiu said flatly, "You? You think you're worthy of looking up at my little brother?"
At the disciple selection ceremony, Shen Linqiu dazzled the crowd with his natural talent and arrogant flair, claiming first place with a single frost-laden strike.
The Sword Venerable, who in the original story used his status as the protagonist's master to possess him, pointed coolly at Shen Linqiu.
"I'll take him as my disciple."
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With his Frostfrost Sword, Shen Linqiu forced the deranged suitors from the original story to hide their ugly faces and conceal their greedy gazes.
At some point, the ones Shen Linqiu had defeated began to look more and more darkly and brazenly obsessed beneath their mild exteriors.
The sect's top disciple, knocked flat on the ground: He slapped me. First came a waft of fragrance, then an irresistible, burning pleasure (hearts) (hearts).
The Demon Venerable, run through by a sword: Why did he hit me the hardest? He cares about me the most. I almost licked him while getting beaten just now (feverish).
The Sword Venerable, kicked into a pool: Linqiu, I'm not here to break up this family. I'm here to join it (eager).
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The young man Shen Linqiu had raised from childhood wrapped his arms around Shen Linqiu's waist. "Brother, I'm a little scared of them."
Hearing his little brother say that, Shen Linqiu drew his Frostfrost Sword in one swift motion
"It's all right. As long as you stay by my side, I'll never be afraid." The young man, with his ink-black hair, had somehow grown taller than his older brother. Just like when he was a child, he buried his face deep in his brother's neck.
His lifted, pitch-black eyes were filled with a sickening possessiveness as he stared fixedly at the others nearby who coveted his brother.
His brother was his, and could only ever be his
Sooner or later, he'd dig out the eyes of every last bastard...
Theme: Stand on your own two feet and grow strong
