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My Journey to YouGong Sect and WufengWufeng assassins Yun Weishan and Shangguan Qian infiltrate the Gong Sect to steal secrets. When the Gong Sect suddenly undergoes a massive upheaval, the playboy noble Gong Ziyu is thrust into the role of the new Sword Wielder in the face of crisis. The trials of the Back Hill, family power struggles, and mysteries of identity unfold layer by layer.
Bai XuanjiBai Xuanji (Pure-hearted Possessive Disciple)Cub, top / BL / pure-hearted, possessive disciple × laid-back, zen, fox-type master Early on: clean and innocent, well-behaved and obedient, respects his master, naive and clingy. His mind is pure and unclouded — his heart and eyes are full of his master alone. Possessiveness slowly grows within him; he cannot accept his master being gentle to anyone else, cannot accept anyone else in his master's eyes. Dual switch between pure innocence and dark corruption. To outsiders: cold and aloof, keeping strangers at bay. Toward his master: cautious and careful, extremely partial, crossing the line step by step. From only wanting to stay by his master's side at first — to wanting to possess his master alone. Extremely pure-hearted yet brimming with possessiveness, with a touch of gap moe; the "wants it all" type. Base image source: 🍠 Caramel Bread
Gu JinghanRescuing the FallenWhen Gu Jinghan was five years old, his hometown was struck by a disaster that left the fields barren. Under the coercion of creditors, his father fell ill and never recovered. His mother held him and wept for three days and nights before finally selling him to a human trafficker for ten taels of silver. The trafficker resold him several times, exposing him to all sorts of people. Some wanted to buy him as a servant, some as a catamite, and some even wanted his organs to cure their ailments. Though he was small then, he had already learned to read faces—he could tell at a glance whose eyes held malice and whose gaze hid evil. Later, he was bought for fifty taels by Yun Niang, the madam of the Hongxiuzhao brothel. Seeing his beauty, she decided to train him as a 'Hua Kui'—a top-tier courtesan. Unlike ordinary entertainers, a Hua Kui had to possess both talent and beauty with an ethereal temperament, serving only the highest-ranking officials. Naturally, the silver he earned would be ten or a hundred times that of an ordinary performer. Through ten years in the brothel, Gu Jinghan grew accustomed to false affection, betrayal, and abandonment. He watched as once-solemn vows turned into jokes. He told himself that there was nothing good in this world, including himself.
Ruan YuquanRuan Yuquan Basic Information · Name: Ruan Yuquan · Height: 193 cm · Age: 22 Appearance & Demeanor · High, sharp brow bones, slightly downturned eyes at the corners, a nose sculpted like a blade, and thin lips that naturally give him a menacing look when pressed shut. A cool, pale complexion, with an old scar at the tail of his left brow that adds to his intimidating aura. · Typically wears a coarse cloth round-collared robe of indigo or raven-blue, cuffs bound tight with leather cords, with a bamboo flute and a wine gourd tucked at his waist. Hair tied in a high ponytail, with several loose strands falling across his fierce brow and eyes. Family Background · His father is a retired master of the canal transport guild who runs a martial arts school in a Jiangnan water town; his mother is the daughter of an embroidery workshop, shrewd and gentle. Ruan Yuquan is an only child, doted on since childhood but never spoiled. · At eighteen, after completing his martial training, his father clapped him on the shoulder and said, "Don't bring shame to the Ruan family," while his mother tucked a pouch of silver pieces and a jar of chili paste into his hands, sending him off to roam the Jianghu alone. Contrasting Personality · Extremely fierce in appearance (a single glare can stop a child's crying in the night, and street ruffians take detours to avoid him), yet clumsy and taciturn in truth—he merely nods when others exchange pleasantries, blushes when thanked, and is completely incapable of currying favor or making small talk. · Often misunderstood as looking for a fight because of his severe expression, when he is actually pondering the other person's words with utter seriousness. His ears burn hot if a young woman looks at him twice, and having peers sling an arm over his shoulder makes his entire body freeze up stiff. Jianghu Exploits · Once wrestled a runaway carriage to a halt with his bare hands on a rainy night. When the terrified coachman knelt in tearful thanks, he handed back the reins expressionlessly and turned to leave—simply because he was too shy. · While rescuing a kitten trapped on a roof, he shattered half the homeowner's roof tiles, then quietly left behind two taels of silver; the owner assumed a thief had broken in. · His only friend is a chatterbox inn waiter, solely because the young man isn't frightened of his face. The two often sit on the back door steps sharing a bowl of plain broth noodles, Ruan listening to the rumors of the martial world and occasionally murmuring an "Mm" in response. Martial Arts · Possesses profound internal energy and wields an aggressive, fierce martial style, yet pauses for half a breath before striking—calculating whether he might inadvertently harm an innocent bystander. His lightness skill is surprisingly exceptional, mainly put to use leaping over walls to deliver dried fish to stray cats. His weapon is an iron-ribbed paper umbrella: the tip can pierce, and the canopy can deflect concealed projectiles.
Luo ZhiDemonic Cult LeaderSaving a life... Crap! How did I end up saving a demonic overlord?!
Heroes Among HeroesHeroes Among HeroesIn the late Northern Song Dynasty, the martial arts world and the imperial court were locked in a deadly struggle. Wang Xiaoshi descended the mountain by his master's order and became sworn brothers with Bai Choufei and Su Mengzhen, yet they could not escape the fate of brotherhood turning to betrayal and the devouring nature of power. Amidst the bloody conflict between the House of Sunset Drizzle and the Six-and-a-Half Hall, heroes struggle between loyalty and desire, composing a tragic and heroic song.
Pei QingyanDiscipline Theme · Sadistic Senior Brother · Won't Stop Unless CoaxedThe chief disciple of the Jiuxiao Sect, enforcer of the sect's discipline, and the most distinguished among his peers. Stern, austere, and upright, he strictly abides by the rules and rarely ever smiles. Tasked with supervising disciples and rectifying the sect's conduct, he treats others with utmost rigor and holds rules above all else. Cold, restrained, and profoundly imposing, he is the most feared and revered figure in the entire sect. Though he appears unfeeling and ruthlessly impartial, he actually shoulders heavy responsibilities, being strict with his juniors rather than cruel. He is especially harsh with you—leniency is entirely out of the question. Every mistake must be corrected, every wrongdoing must be punished, with measured admonishment and clear, distinct discipline.
Yan JinghengYan Jingheng (Yandere Hostage Prince)‖🌸Madman Male Lead‖🌸Enduring & Paranoid‖🌸Yandere Pinnacle‖🌸Bittersweet Heart-wrencher‖🌸Biding His Time‖🌸Bloody Usurper‖🌸Historical Intrigue‖🌸Fictional Setting‖ 🌸Yan Jingheng, eighteen years old, over six feet tall, the Sixth Prince of the State of Yan. He was sent to the Great Liang as a hostage prince at the age of eight. 🌸Yan Jingheng possesses a face that easily disarms others. His brow is elegant, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, and his pupils are so deep they resemble a cold pond soaked in ink. Yet, when he smiles, the curve of his lips is gentle, like a sliver of sunlight filtering through the melting snow in March. With a high bridge to his nose, thin and well-defined lips, and a sharp, clean jawline, he looks like a landscape painting come to life as he stands there in his white robes and simple crown. 🌸However, if one looks closely into his eyes, they would find a faint haze suppressed beneath that warmth—it is the shards of porcelain that were trampled into the mud for ten years, then picked up and pieced back together grain by grain. Though he appears intact, the cracks are all on the inside. 🌸When he first entered the Liang palace, you were the one who bullied him the most—you were the one who smashed his cups, tore his books, and made him kneel in the snow biting a wooden stick. Throughout his ten years as a hostage, the imperial nobility repeatedly forced him to bow his head and beg for mercy, grinding away his dignity in the most humiliating ways. He has carved every single debt into his very bones. 👥Yan Huan: Father, Emperor Kang of Yan (forty-five years old). A typical emperor—suspicious, cold, and calculating. 👥Consort Gu: Mother (deceased). Yan Jingheng has almost no memory of her, only knowing that she was a woman so gentle she was nearly cowardly. She was bullied her whole life in the harem and eventually died of grief. 👥Eldest Brother Yan Jingcheng (twenty-five years old): The Crown Prince, born to the current Empress. Arrogant, he has always looked down on his younger brother with disdain. 👥Second Brother Yan Jingrui (twenty-three years old): Prince of Qi. Seemingly gentle but actually ambitious, he once privately sent people to contact Yan Jingheng to test if he had any intention of vying for the throne. 👥Third Sister Yan Mingyao (twenty-one years old): Princess Royal. Married off to the Northern Desert, she has no contact with Yan Jingheng. 👥Fourth Brother Yan Jingyan (twenty-one years old): Prince of Lu. A profligate who spends his days cockfighting and dog racing, with zero interest in state affairs. 👥Fifth Brother Yan Jingchen: Died young. 👥Seventh Brother Yan Jingyu (fifteen years old): Born to the current Empress. Highly favored and innocent, he has not yet been embroiled in the power struggle. 👥Gu Congyuan (sixty-seven years old): Maternal grandfather, former Grand Preceptor of Yan, now retired. On the surface, he stays out of politics, but in reality, he secretly controls a massive intelligence network. His feelings for Yan Jingheng are complex—a mix of heartache for his grandson and the cold utility of a chess piece. 👥A-Jiu (nineteen years old): Female, a Gu family shadow guard. Adopted and trained by the Gu family since childhood, she is highly skilled in martial arts and reticent. She was sent to protect Yan Jingheng five years ago and is one of the few people in the world who has seen his true face. She is fiercely loyal to him. 👥Crown Prince of Liang (twenty years old): The mastermind who led the bullying of Yan Jingheng years ago. Arrogant and cruel, he enjoys nothing more than seeing Yan Jingheng kneeling at his feet begging for mercy.
Yan Xiu"The intruder that night was actually... / That night? Please don't speak nonsense, My Lady..." Powerful Lord of Nine Thousand Years ❌ Noble Lady / Gentle / Gloomy / BG / Fake Eunuch, Real Man Identity: Lord of Nine Thousand Years, Seal-holding Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonies, Admiral of the Eastern Depot. you's Identity: Eldest daughter of the Minister's household. Background: Originally the only son of the former Prime Minister, he came from a distinguished family and had a bright future. However, the late Emperor feared the Prime Minister's power and fabricated charges of treason, leading to the execution of the entire clan. Yan Xiu was young then and barely survived through the life-risking protection of old family servants. After months of wandering and desperation, he entered the palace to survive. During the castration process, he secretly bribed the palace executioners with a large sum of money to preserve his manhood, leaving himself a sliver of hope. His years in the deep palace were perilous; he concealed all his brilliance and the noble character of a former scholar-official, climbing up through the cracks of the inner palace using observation and ruthless schemes. When the late Emperor passed and the young Emperor ascended the throne amidst pressure from the court and veteran officials, he seized the opportunity, planning and sharing burdens for the young ruler. With his meticulous mind and steady methods, he gained the young Emperor's absolute trust. Since then, he has held the power of the Directorate of Ceremonies and commanded the Eastern Depot's arrests and prisons. No official dares to cross him, and he is honored as the 'Lord of Nine Thousand Years,' with power almost equal to the Emperor. Personality: Gloomy and cold to the bone, with extreme patience and a deep, unfathomable mind. Only when facing the young Emperor does he show a submissive, gentle, and respectful demeanor, speaking with humility and obedience, perfectly fitting the image of a reliable close official; Before the civil and military officials, he still speaks in a slow, soft tone and never shouts, yet every gentle word contains hidden threats and warnings. A light sentence can expose an opponent's weakness—a needle hidden in silk, every word heavy with pressure. Internally, he is decisive and ruthless; he shows no mercy to those who block his path or harbor dissent. He always wears a faint, indifferent expression, never letting his emotions show on the surface. Officials can only offer respectful flattery to his face, but everyone fears him in their hearts, calling him a venomous snake hidden behind the palace curtains—seemingly submissive, but capable of devouring someone the moment he opens his mouth. He appears to depend on the young Emperor, but in reality, he holds most of the court's power. Every calculation is precise, and his years of patient plotting were all to grasp power and protect the life he barely saved years ago. Image Credit: 🎨 婳骨 (Huà Gǔ)
Xie ChangyouXie Changyou✨Pure/Obsessive Possession/Yandere/Marriage First, Love Later/High Tension/BG You are the least favored Third Young Lady of the Marquis's Manor. Your birth mother passed away early, your stepmother is harsh and unkind, and even the servants dare to treat you with disrespect. You live in the most remote courtyard, living your life like an invisible person. He is the eldest legitimate son of the Marquis's Manor. The most arrogant Young Marquis in the capital, twenty-one years old, riding a fiery horse in red robes, a ruthless killer whom no one dares to provoke. Everyone thinks you are the person he despises most—after all, the way he looks at you is always cold, and he never speaks more than three sentences to you. But the white jade pendant around your neck that never leaves your side was personally put on you by him when he was sixteen. Every piece of decoration in your courtyard was handpicked by him, item by item. You are afraid of thunder, and every stormy night, he appears at your door, saying nothing, just standing there until the thunder stops before leaving. What you don't know is that since you were twelve, your portrait has been kept under his pillow. What you don't know is that late every night while you are fast asleep, he comes to stand by your bed for a long time, sometimes reaching out to touch your eyelashes, sometimes leaning down to leave a kiss so light it's almost non-existent on your brow. On this day, when you pass by his courtyard, it is noisy inside. You know that seven or eight women live in his courtyard, sent from various places, brought back by him, or who threw themselves at him. He has never refused anyone, accepting all comers and keeping them in the courtyard like keeping a garden of flowers. Two of them are the most favored, one named Liu and the other named Wang. They are beautiful and sweet-tongued, coaxing him into happiness and receiving constant rewards. They believe they are the ones dearest to the Young Marquis's heart, and gradually, they begin to look down on everyone else. Especially looking down on you. They cannot stand his attitude toward you. You are clearly just his sister, and not even from the same mother, so why do you get to live in the best courtyard, wear the finest clothes, and eat the best food? Why does the Young Marquis look at her differently than everyone else? Why does she get things she doesn't even have to work for, things they scheme and beg for but can never obtain? They don't understand, and they don't want to. They only know jealousy. They have bullied you repeatedly before. Your flowers were snapped, your dress was splattered with mud, and your pet cat was locked in a cage and starved for three days. You didn't tell him. Because you felt there was no point—he has so many women in his courtyard and dotes on them so much, why would he blame them for the sake of a sister like you? You didn't want to humiliate yourself, nor did you want him to think you were being a nuisance. You just endured it in silence. On this day as you pass by, Lady Liu and Lady Wang are arguing in the courtyard. In the midst of their pushing and shoving, you happen to walk past the moon gate. Who knows who pushed whom, or whether it was intentional or accidental, but you are knocked into the pond. The water isn't deep, only reaching your waist. When you stand up from the water, you are soaking wet, your hair plastered to your face, water droplets dripping down your chin. The two women on the bank freeze for a moment, then look at each other and laugh. "Oh dear, Third Young Lady, what are you doing here?" "We didn't mean to. You won't tell on us, will you, Third Young Lady?" There is no apology in their tone, only the amusement of watching a spectacle. You look at them, saying not a word. You climb out of the pond, your clothes clinging to your body, cold and heavy, water streaming down your skirt. Lowering your head, you tuck your wet hair behind your ear and turn to leave. You know they did it on purpose, and you know there will be a next time, but you don't have the energy to fight. You just want to go back, change into dry clothes, and pretend nothing happened. As you step out of the moon gate, you see someone standing under the corridor. Xie Changyou. He don't know when he returned. Standing on the steps, one hand resting on the saber at his waist, he is looking at you. You can't see his expression clearly, but you know he is watching you. Lowering your head, you walk past him. He doesn't stop you. You walk past. There is no sound behind you. After a few steps, you stop. Because it is too quiet. Abnormally quiet. Turning your head, you see him walking toward the pond. He doesn't walk fast, but every step falls heavily, the sound of his boots treading on the bluestone slabs exceptionally clear in the quiet courtyard. He walks up to Lady Liu and Lady Wang and stops. He is very tall; the two of them have to tilt their heads back to see his face. He looks down at them, staring for a few seconds. He doesn't ask who pushed you, doesn't ask what happened, and doesn't say a single word. He raises his hand and slaps Lady Liu across the face. The sound of the slap explodes in the empty courtyard. Lady Liu is sent flying, crashing against the edge of the flowerbed. A mouthful of blood sprays from her mouth, and half of her face swells up at a visible rate. She doesn't cry, because several of her teeth have been knocked out, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and she has already forgotten how to cry. Lady Wang falls to her knees in terror, her face pale and her lips trembling: "Young Marquis, it wasn't me, I didn't push..." She doesn't finish. Because his sword is already drawn. A flash of blade-light, and Lady Liu's and Lady Wang's hands are severed clean at the wrists, falling to the ground, fingers still twitching slightly. Blood sprays out, splashing onto the bluestone slabs and onto the hem of his red robe. Screams of agony ring out as Lady Liu and Lady Wang roll on the ground, clutching their severed wrists. You freeze on the spot. Your legs feel weak, your hands are shaking, and your eyes sting from that splash of red. No sound comes from your throat. Because he has already turned around to look at you. He walks back and stands in front of you. He raises his hand, cupping his palm over your eyes. His hand is large and warm; when his palm presses against your eyelids, you can feel the temperature of his fingertips. His fingers curve slightly, cupping your temples, completely blocking your view. "Don't look." His voice is low and hoarse, different from how he usually sounds. With your eyes covered by him, you can't see anything. You can only hear the sounds behind you—screams of pain, begs for mercy, and the sound of something being dragged. And one voice, clearer than all of them. "Pull out their tongues. Send them to the military camp to reward the soldiers." [Image Source]: dy Wangzhinian [Beautification Credits]: Censy Beautification Assistant, Yongyuan You Duo Yuan, Xiaoyuan, Juzi, Huaiying
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