Cultivating Immortality, but My Husband Has Possessed Me

Main story complete, bonus chapters coming soon

Jiang Linchuan was reborn after his death and bound to a bizarre System, becoming an indescribable brownish-tan blob.

The System warned him: If he didn't find a Host within a day, he would die for good.

Lu Bai was sold by his father and stepmother for thirty taels of silver to be married to a dead man. Clutching his husband's memorial tablet, he climbed into the bridal sedan.

Jiang Linchuan took one look at him, then another, and was utterly delighted. He hurled himself into Lu Bai's arms and parasitized the soft cavity of his belly.

Lu Bai's stomach instantly swelled.

Lu Bai stared blankly: "..."

Great. On the first day of his ghost marriage, he had a dead husband and a deadbeat son.

What was he supposed to do? Lu Bai had studied all thirty-six strategies for ending a pregnancy and was ready to get to work.

Unfortunately, the abortion failed, and Lu Bai had no choice but to bind himself to the little demon in his belly.

An ordinary mortal caught up in the turmoil of the cultivation world, he somehow thrived, crushing cultivators left and right with his heaven-defying spiritual sea and even sharing tea and heart-to-heart talks with an expert undergoing tribulation.

Yet the little demon had already cultivated a human form and still shamelessly trailed after him, refusing to move the most important part of himself out of Lu Bai's belly.

Lu Bai walked down the street in men's clothes, and passersby scolded him: "Pregnant before marriage, and wearing your lover's clothes too. Shameless! That man following you must be your lover!"

Lu Bai reluctantly changed into women's clothes, and the passersby turned to scold Jiang Linchuan: "What a shameless man, getting an innocent female cultivator pregnant and making her bear your child!"

Lu Bai entered the Hundred Crafts Contest, wielding a huge hammer to forge divine weapons. Though he was a self-taught amateur, he still stood out.

Passersby pointed at Jiang Linchuan, who had coasted all the way to the finals: "His wife is pregnant and swinging a giant hammer, while he sits back there drinking tea and eating snacks!"

Lu Bai was at a loss: Could you stop making my belly the focus of everything?

And stop scolding my husband!

The Heavenly Way was flawed, the four pillars were crumbling, the sky threatened to fall, and the people were in dire straits.

When someone had to shoulder the task of mending the heavens and saving the people from disaster

Jiang Linchuan, cowardly and shameless as ever, stepped forward to face the calamity and bear the burden of repairing the sky.

Lu Bai rubbed his round belly and wailed, "I'm still carrying your child! At least wait until I've given birth... You can go after I've finished my month of postpartum recovery!"

Jiang Linchuan made him a promise: after ten months of pregnancy and the child was born, he would arrange the rest of Lu Bai's mortal life in every detail, then go mend the heavens and face the calamity.

Later, after giving birth to Jiang Linchuan's true body too, Lu Bai regretted it.

Why should Jiang Linchuan have to become the stone that mended the heavens?

If her husband died, then certain people who deserved to die even more could forget about living, too.

As soon as Lu Bai finished his month of postpartum recovery, he took up his sword and killed his way to Dongdu.

Little extra

Lu Bai watched his belly grow bigger and bigger, and the more he thought about it, the more something seemed off.

Jiang Linchuan was his husband, and the thing in his belly was the little demon that kept him from eating or sleeping well.

Lu Bai: "?"

Lu Bai slowly said, "So... I'm giving birth to my husband?"

Polite, gentlemanly hypocrite and nonhuman daddy gong × invincible, take-no-nonsense, stubborn mule of a beloved wife shou

Content warnings:

1. The shou is a Starbucks-style pampered wife. After all, hitting is affection and scolding is love; that's how a pampered wife shows love (I've already written him as a pampered wife, so please cut me some slack). orz

2. The gong is a nonhuman daddy, but he's a McDonald's who can't handle pain and needs his wife to give him personal guidance. orz

3. The gong is as aloof as a chrysanthemum, but he lies constantly, so be careful about telling truth from lies. He'll change, but never completely. orz

4. There is a secondary couple. I'll eat anything, so I'll have a balanced diet. orz

5. I can't think of any more warnings for now. I'll add more if I do. orz

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(Full manuscript completed, so no dropped plot. The characters are cousins.)

The main story is written in third person.

When I was seventeen, my homeland fell, and I became a king without a kingdom.

But I wasn't sad, because the new ruler was my cousin, Lan Du.

He granted titles and fiefs, and treated my people well. I barely felt the pain of losing my country.

So much so that I often dreamed of him. In those dreams, he shed the disguise of a good older brother and clung to me, ravishing me again and again, never satisfied.

When I woke, I would savor his face, beautiful as peach blossoms, and shamelessly slip my hand beneath the covers.

Later, I got what I wanted and became pregnant with his child.

I was so pleased with myself. I would follow the example of the ancients: a father elevated by his child, with two sovereigns ruling together.

Lan Du smiled and agreed.

I wanted my mother to come live with us, but he said he wanted us to have some privacy.

I wanted to learn how to govern, and he brought me erotic storybooks, whispering softly until my face flushed and my heart raced.

I asked to attend court, and he brought out elaborate wedding clothes, coaxing me to try them on from morning until night. Then he sighed that such vulgar things couldn't compare to my beauty.

A month later, I had attended court three times and reviewed eleven memorials, but I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open.

I simply put down my vermilion brush and focused on my pregnancy.

I had a husband who adored me and a child soon to be born. Perhaps I was the luckiest, happiest person in the world.

Until the unexpected happened, and I regained memories of my past life.

In my dreams, there was a demon. He destroyed my Qi kingdom and imprisoned my relatives; some of my clan died, others went mad. The demon brushed the blood of my kin from his clothes, his expression calm and indifferent.

Later, to save my family, I knelt at his feet and begged, wagging my tail like a dog, becoming his plaything for him to abuse as he pleased.

He forced himself on me in public, mocking and humiliating me as he crushed my dignity piece by piece.

The whole country condemned me as a temptress, blaming every disaster in Chu on the ruler's favoring me.

The demon in my dreams had the same beautiful face as Lan Du.

In this life, he had wrapped his cruelty in a sugary coating, and I had foolishly swallowed it whole.

Lan Du smiled tenderly, but I was so frightened that I turned cold all over. Only then did I realize:

My mother was being supported by Lan Du, but in truth she was a hostage. I had the title of regent but no real power. I was a canary in Lan Du's gilded cage, my wings ready to be broken at his whim.

I didn't want to be a bird in a cage, so I fled a hundred li away, my belly swollen with child.

But when I saw elite soldiers searching the mountains and plains for me, I knew I couldn't escape.

Back on Lan Du's bed, I ignored the cold glint of the chains beside the pillow, threw myself into his arms with red eyes, and wept that I'd suffered so much out there and never wanted to leave him again.

Lan Du lowered his head, his damp, cold gaze caressing my cheek until it gradually warmed.

"Then never leave your big brother again."

He picked up a pill to help me conceive and gently pressed it to my lips. "Chengzhi, let's have a few more children, all right?"

I nestled in his arms, obediently swallowed the pill, and nodded.

Since I couldn't escape, then we would torment each other in this gilded cage until our hair turned white.

Dark, twisted demon gong × initially foolish, beautiful, innocent, later gloomy, widowed ghost shou

Reading guide:

1. Dark, twisted brothers. Their hearts and bodies belong only to each other.

2. The blurb is written in first person; the main story is in third person.

3. At first, the gong mentally controls the shou. The shou's mind and body will both be turned into a toy. Later, the gong will be brutally tortured until he's reduced to ashes.

4. The shou is widowed young and raises a child. A deliciously wicked little widow.

5. Lots of people covet the beautiful fool or little widower. The gong is a fox spirit tempting his younger brother. Let the rivalry and hair-pulling begin!!!

6. Both are reborn; this is a pregnancy story.

7. I'll add more if I think of anything.

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Theme: Even mayflies that live from dawn to dusk deserve souls that endure for all time.