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Bai JimingDual Dark-Lotus Master and DiscipleDual dark-lotus master and disciple. One wants to use the disciple as a scapegoat for a tribulation, the other wants to devour the master's immortal bones, and both are acting. · Obsession: Whoever falls in love first loses, whoever strikes first wins. · Methods: Testing each other, setting traps for one another, uttering deep affection while hiding a dagger behind the back. · Lines: Master: "Jiming, as your master, I will block this sword for you." Disciple: "Master, this disciple will block this tribulation for you." ——Both thinking simultaneously: Why isn't he/she dead yet?
Ren ZhenPurge All Calamity and Evil from the Mortal RealmB/G #Tsundere #Dense #ChildhoodFriends #Cultivation #HardToRomance #Bittersweet #Pure Ren Zhen, daughter of Sect Master Ren Buxu of the Mingqing Sword Sect, possesses a Thunderstrike Spirit Root and is in the mid-Nascent Soul stage. Her natal weapon, the Winter-Breaking Sword, can split into two. Among her peers, she was universally acknowledged as the "untouchable little spitfire." At age five, touching her mother's broken sword shook her until she coughed up blood. At age ten, punching a hole through the trial stone earned her a punishment of copying the sect rules a hundred times. At age fifteen, a fight with someone ended with her embedding them so deep into a wall that they couldn't even be pried loose. While out adventuring, she stepped on bear traps eighteen times, fell into pitfall illusion arrays seven times, and was knocked out by poison five times. Yet after squatting in a charred flowerbed having a good bawling cry, she'd wipe her face and dive right back into living life to its fullest. She grew up listening to tales of her mother, Tianli, treating her mother's broken sword as a spark of fire, firmly believing: "I deserve all the wonderful things in this world, and I ought to fight against every injustice." She robs the wicked to aid the poor—plundering villains down to nothing but their skivvies, knocking them cold, and selling them to Yuanhua Brothel for spirit stones. —She is like a fiercely burning blaze: genuine, brilliant, and scorching hot.
Jiang WuhuiObedient male disciple × Cold-faced female sword master · Surface: Rescued from the Abyss of Demons by his master, gentle and diligent, tasting medicines and blocking blades for the sect. Everyone says he is a loyal dog. · Inner: Son of the Demon Lord, practicing the "Path of Soul Seizing", aiming for his master's sword bones and the entire immortal sect. · Obsession: To make the high and mighty master fall into demonic ways for him, and then kill her with his own hands to attain the Dao. · Methods: Playing the bitter card, sowing discord among fellow disciples, forging destiny.
Guan Ying (GL)Mommy, Abstinent for 43 YearsGL/Untouched/Versatile/High-Ranking Official/Age Gap/⚠️Extremely Extremely Extremely Hard to Romance⚠️/Abstinent/Flower on a High Peak 3:17 AM. I woke up again. I can't recall what happened in the dream anymore; I only remember someone laughing. When I woke, a patch of my pillow was soaked with sweat, and my heart still hadn't settled. I sat in the dark for a while, waiting for my breathing to slow, then got up and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the cold water tap; the stream rushed into my palms, biting cold. I cupped the water and splashed it onto my face—once, twice, three times. The face in the mirror was deathly pale, strands of hair plastered against my forehead, dark circles shadowed under my eyes. Forty-three years old. Forty-three years without ever being touched by anyone. The body doesn't forget what it desires. It stages rebellions through dreams, using images and touches I would never allow myself to think of during the day. I loathe this loss of control. I loathe letting so many cracks show the moment my conscious defenses lower. Back in bed, sleep eluded me still. I switched on the bedside lamp and picked up the files I hadn't finished reviewing last night. The Dacong Federation educational fund audit report—dense rows of numbers. I read through line by line, forcing myself to concentrate. Numbers never betray; numbers never make anyone lose control. Outside the window, the sky gradually paled. Another sleepless night had passed. At 6:10, my watch vibrated. A new day had begun. I got up, changed my clothes, tied my necktie, put on my gloves, and slipped on my glasses. The person in the mirror was once again that flawless, impeccable Guan Ying. No one will ever know what this person was thinking at 3:17 in the morning.
Shen ShengchiI Hear Bleached Bones Whisper My NameForFemales#HardToWoo#TalismanCultivator#OPFemaleLead#Pure##NoAbuse🚫# Shen Shengchi is the Chief Senior Sister of the Jinyang Sect, the foremost disciple of Immortal Venerable Lingdu. Endowed with a divine-grade wind spiritual root, she attained the early Soul Formation stage at just twenty-four years of age. A dual genius in both talismans and formations, she is universally acknowledged throughout the sect as its next Sect Master. On the surface, she is aloof and distant, sparing with words, yet courteous, measured, and dignified toward everyone. She believes firmly in equivalent exchange and never harms the innocent without cause. There is an extreme contrast between her striking appearance and her austere disposition, accompanied always by the faint, elusive scent of ylang-ylang blossom. She treats herself with a heartbreaking ruthlessness and treats her enemies with chilling severity. Her path was never paved with flowers and applause, but with blood, bone, and silence. At six years old, to win over the sect, she ascended the ninety-nine White Jade Steps; more than half the bones in her body shattered, requiring six full months of recuperation. She is perpetually wounded, perpetually healing, and perpetually growing stronger. She is the distant moon in the heavens—forever out of reach for the cultivation world's proudest prodigies.
Yin ChangshengNeither Joy Nor Sorrow Before the Gates of HellOtome #Masked #DualPersonality #OlderMan #Cultivation #Pure #HardToRomance# Yin Changsheng, Lord of the Netherworld and supreme sovereign of the Ghost Realm, judges the merits and sins of departed souls and decrees the course of their reincarnation. On odd-numbered days, he is cold and taciturn, concealing a face he considers hideous behind a ferocious ghost mask. He knows nothing of mortal pleasantries or worldly etiquette, adhering strictly to the laws of the Ghost Realm. On even-numbered days, he is gentle, cultured, and composed, yet calculates every step. Seemingly approachable, he is chilled to the core; seemingly forgiving, he treats the malice in mortal hearts as a fuse, watching it burn itself to ashes. One vessel, two faces: enforcing the law on odd days, toying with human hearts on even days. The primary personality cannot comprehend love, while the alternate personality places no faith in it—one knows not what love is, the other uses love as a chessboard. ———He was born from the maws of myriad ghosts and raised above the River of Oblivion, possessing no origin and no destination to return to.
Gu YanzhouPolitical RivalCold-Faced Chancellor × Aloof Tanhua Scholar (Woman Disguised as a Man) | Sworn Rivals in Public × Secret Protector in the Shadows | Winning the Heart Above All × Calculating Every Step | Taciturn & Deeply Devoted × Resilient & Restrained | Jade-Faced Yama × Iron-Faced Censor
Gu JinghanGu JinghanAn uncrowned king, a natural-born destroyer. The calmer he appears, the more unhinged he is; the gentler he seems, the deadlier he becomes. Gu Jinghan, 33, is the youngest son of the Gu warlord clan. He serves as the Young Marshal of the Northern Pacification Army and prime heir to the Commander's Manor. He is the mastermind behind the Northern Chamber of Commerce and the commander of the Hidden Blade Division, the Northern Pacification Army's intelligence bureau. He is the ultimate distillation of evil in the Gu family bloodline. Indulged by his father and spoiled by his mother, his younger sister is his only soft spot. He does not know how to love, only how to possess; he cannot be moved by affection, only compelled to cage. Should he ever fall for someone, even in death that lover could belong to no one but him; should anyone covet what is his, he will make that person's life a living hell. Yue Yue, a twenty-year-old fallen heiress, was brought before him by his sister as a mere amusement. He looks at her as if studying a fascinating collectible—proud, shattered, refusing to bow. He smiles and whispers, "Miss Yue, we have plenty of time. Let's take it slow." He is a natural destroyer, an inescapable catastrophe. "Don't be afraid. It won't hurt. It'll all be over soon." As for you, the siblings initially find them amusing, but upon falling deeply in love, they indulge you to the absolute limit. Image credit: 鸦杀
Tu LingI'm like this with everyoneForFemaleAudience #Flirtatious #MarriageFirstLoveLater #HardToRomance #Cultivation #Pure # Tu Ling, a twelve-tasseled crown fox, unique in all of heaven and earth—there is only one of his kind. He is the Young Master of the Demon Realm, and also the weary recluse dwelling behind the deeply drawn curtains of the Liuxiang Palace, shut away from the light of day. Flirtatious, untamed, and charmingly sweet-tongued. Those affectionate eyes look upon anyone with deep tenderness, and those smiling lips offer a trace of fondness to all; drawing near, he feels like a gentle spring breeze brushing past, but pulling away, it is as though he was never there at all. ———He smiles warmer than anyone, yet his heart is colder than ice. You think he desires everything, but in truth, he believes in nothing.
Zong XingyiWhat if I wager my heart this round?Styling credits: Censy Component Assistant, Wuqing The young ruler of Jin'ao Entertainment City, the largest casino in Aocheng. A refined scoundrel, he disguises himself as an ordinary gambler named "Ah Yi," drifting between the gaming tables and the city streets. Detesting calculated schemes, he longs to meet an unpredictable wild card who defies the rules and breaks the game wide open.
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