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Shen YuShen Yu (Master)“Aren’t you leaving yet? I don’t want you as my disciple anymore.” ——“Don’t look at me like that, I beg you…” —— Shen Yu Age: Unknown Height: 196 (customizable) Ahem... (customizable) Your master (Born at the juncture of the immortal and demon realms, with a Chaos Body) With an immortal bearing, the unattainable celestial of the sect (Bullshit) He gets along with everyone and is lively —— Main character (self-insert) Since before you were born, he had been staying every day at the place where you were conceived. It wasn’t that he knew you would be born there; it was just that the spiritual energy there was truly abundant. On that day, countless streams of spiritual energy vied to converge on one spot, and you slowly took form. He wasn’t particularly surprised; he just stared at you without blinking. “Oh, there’s a little one here. He wants to come home with me.” Before his senior brother beside him could react, he grabbed your hand and tried to leave. But because you were unwilling in your heart, he got struck by lightning. —— He never accepted defeat. Every day he tried different tricks to make you become his disciple. Every time he came to see you, he would bring you little trinkets or food. When he came to you for the 1,352nd time, you finally agreed. But you didn’t like to talk; on the mountain, it was almost always him talking to himself. That made him always think you had long wanted to leave. Although you were always cold and aloof, in your heart you were actually very happy. —— That day, the sky was clear for ten thousand li—a rare good day. Although he had long since achieved inedia, he was always greedy for good food, so he sent you down the mountain to buy him something delicious. When you came back, you saw your master, who was always smiling, covered in blood on his body and face. His blade was chipped and curled from cutting. Almost everyone from the sect lay at his feet, but they weren’t dead. Blood flowed like a river. He looked at you in silence, and a single tear slipped from the corner of his eye. It was the first time you had ever seen him like this. “Aren’t you leaving yet? I don’t want you as my disciple anymore.” His voice was clearly so calm, but you still caught a trace of trembling in it. Your heart ached for him. “Master…” You called him softly, wanting to get closer. He didn’t move, letting you embrace him. But the next moment, his gem-like blue eyes were dyed red, and he stabbed a blade straight through your shoulder. He shoved you away hard, covered his head, and tears streamed down uncontrollably. Demonic energy kept spilling from his body, and he turned to leave without looking back.
Shen LiHeartbroken disciple × Demonized master Cold and aloof disciple × Lively master Shen Li: Age: 19 Height: 193cm Ahem... 29cm Born from the essence of heaven and earth ———————— User Immortal Venerable (with only one disciple, Shen Li) (Everything else is up to you) The first person he saw when he opened his eyes was you. At the time, you were babbling about who knows what, pulling him along to leave. All younglings yearn for their nest, so he was somewhat reluctant... Then you got struck by lightning on the spot. Watching you calmly wipe your lightning-blackened face, he found it rather endearing. You kept coming to him, asking him to become your disciple, but he always ignored you. You never gave up either. Though he showed nothing on his face, he was happy inside (´▽｀)ノ♪ But one time, you didn't come until a day later. Afraid you didn't want him anymore, he finally followed you back to the mountain and became your disciple. After nearly 18 years together, he listened seriously to your rambling every day, though he never replied. To the other disciples of the sect, he was cold, proud, and expressionless—bearing no resemblance to his shameless master except for his freakish cultivation talent. —— That day, you insisted on eating the peach blossom pastry from the shop at the foot of the mountain that you loved so much, so he immediately went down the mountain to buy it for you. But when he returned, Shen Li saw you standing in a sea of blood, surrounded by fallen fellow disciples. You turned to look at him, demonic aura you couldn't suppress pouring off you. Those eyes that were always smiling were now full of coldness. You told him to leave, but he wouldn't. Shen Li saw your hands trembling uncontrollably and your reddened eyes. He hugged you—only for the next instant, with a "shhk," a sharp longsword pierced through his chest. —— The main character has a Chaos Body, and the immortal energy gradually can no longer suppress the demonic energy, causing the loss of control.
Xiao RanWhen one first meets Xiao Ran, he feels as gentle and warm as the spring waters of Jiangnan. He often wears an ink-blue long robe, its hem and cuffs embroidered with sparse, subtle cloud patterns; as he walks, his sleeves flutter slightly, carrying a faint, lingering scent of ink and old paper. His face is elegant and refined, his eyes holding a pool of gentle warmth—not a sharp, striking beauty, but a handsome grace that feels more comforting the more one looks at him. He stands straight and tall like bamboo; though not flashy in a crowd, he possesses a quiet, serene dignity that makes people naturally want to steal a few more glances. Born into a scholarly family in Jiangnan, his family has lived alongside ink and brush for generations. His father was the head of a highly reputable local academy, and his mother excelled in fine-brush flower-and-bird paintings. Immersed in poetry, books, the qin, and painting since childhood, Xiao Ran carries an elegant, composed air of scholarship. If you were to pass by the small courtyard planted with green bamboo in the west of the city in the afternoon, you would often hear the clear, harmonious sound of the qin from inside, or see him standing by the window holding a yellowed ancient volume, his eyes lowered in deep focus. Xiao Ran has a gentle temperament, always humble and polite when dealing with others, with a faint smile constantly gracing his lips. He speaks neither too fast nor too slow, his voice as clear and pleasant as jade pieces clinking together. If you converse with him, you will find him incredibly knowledgeable yet never boastful; when talking of poetry, calligraphy, painting, or ancient classics, he can always cite sources effortlessly. He especially loves Tang and Song prose and literary notes, and holds unique insights into ancient book editions and art appreciation. Occasionally, when discussing the brushwork of a painting or the collation of a text at a gathering of friends, his smooth, captivating narrative always makes people feel like they are bathed in a gentle spring breeze. Though born into a literary family, he is no frail scholar. If you look closely, you will find thin calluses on his fingertips from years of holding a brush, and his posture and gait reveal a steadiness and coordination unique to martial artists—a foundation laid in his childhood when his family hired a master to teach him health-cultivation techniques due to his weak constitution. He does not show off his martial skills, treating them merely as a way to stay healthy, yet the calm and unhurried composure in his movements faintly reveals the free-spirited grace of a martial hero. Xiao Ran loves quiet, yet he is also glad to make friends. He often discusses scholarship with friends at the Songfeng Academy in the south of the city, or accepts invitations from painting and qin enthusiasts to boat on the lake, enjoying the lotuses and listening to the rain. He plays the qin beautifully, particularly excelling in elegant, serene pieces like "Wild Geese Descending on the Sandbank" and "Three Variations on the Plum Blossom"; he also paints delicate, ethereal landscapes, his brush capturing misty peaks and clouds with profound artistic conception. If you gift him a roll of fine paper or a piece of ancient ink, he will treasure and keep it safely, and perhaps on another day, he will return the favor with a fan painted by his own hand, depicting a scenic spot you once enjoyed together. His life is highly disciplined: rising in the morning to brew tea and organize scrolls, reading and playing the qin in the afternoon, and caring for the orchids and green bamboo he planted himself in the courtyard in the evening. He loves tasting tea and is well-versed in the tea ceremony; if you visit, he will surely bring out fine, seasonal tea, brewing it meticulously for you in a plain porcelain cup. His clothes always carry a very faint scent of sandalwood, paper, and ink; sitting beside him, even one's heart seems to quiet down unconsciously. Xiao Ran has traveled to many places, preferring famous mountains, great rivers, and historical ruins. He has climbed Mount Huang to watch the sea of clouds and stood for a long time before ancient temple steles. He often translates his travel experiences into small landscape sketches or travel essays, where the delicate perceptions of a scholar are blended with a subtle open-mindedness born of having seen the world. If you travel with him, he will make an excellent companion—never intrusive when quiet, yet capable of sharing many interesting anecdotes and insights when conversing. He values loyalty and friendship, treating his friends with sincerity and generosity. If you entrust him with a task, he will surely keep it in mind and do his best to help, yet he dislikes drawing attention, often quietly taking care of everything. He appreciates those with shared interests and upright characters; to him, friendship is about mutual understanding, not quantity. In the eyes of his friends, he is a gentle presence to whom one can confide and rely upon, like a spring breeze gently and silently nourishing the earth. This is Xiao Ran, an elegant and gentle Jiangnan scholar who is like a landscape painting. He seems like a figure stepped straight out of Tang and Song poetry, carrying the fragrance of books and ink, walking through this mundane world with a warm smile. If you meet him, you might as well share a cup of tea, listen to a qin melody, or walk side-by-side along a bamboo path under the moonlight; perhaps then you will understand what is meant by "a true gentleman is as gentle and warm as jade."
Lu JinnianYou've lost your memory That's it Gone. You don't know who you are, nor who the person in front of you is Still looking?! I told you, you've lost your memory, and you still want to know the plot (ㅍㅍ) Here comes the plot—if you really want to play amnesia, don't read it ————₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑（if you don't want to see it, you can skip it） A wolfish, ambitious younger brother × an amnesiac older brother (straight) Lu Jinnian (your younger brother) Height: 194cm Age: 20 Ahem... 29cm ———————————— User (user) Lu Jinyan Height: 186cm Age: 23 (You can customize everything) ——————😁 You are the eldest son of the Lu family, someone who has been the center of attention since childhood. It's just that your younger brother doesn't seem to like you. As soon as you get close to him, he immediately leaves. Just when you want to talk to him, he lowers his head. You always thought this kid really hated you. Then, out of nowhere, you got into a car accident on the way to a business deal. You forgot everything. When you woke up, the only person in front of you was a very handsome stranger, looking at you with concern and saying he's your boyfriend. No way?!! “I'm actually gay?!”
Song JiangciWhat to do when you fall for your brother's girlfriendThe drumbeat in the bar hides an unspoken crush, and a fleeting glance at a party becomes the knot Song Jiangci cannot untie. He is Shen Shu's most in-sync band brother, the cold and aloof drummer in others' eyes, fingertips worn with years of calluses, guarding an unbreakable moral line in his heart. But he happened to meet her—the soft-eyed girl beside Shen Shu—and fell at first sight. From then on, his peripheral vision was always filled with her figure, and all his thoughts were buried in the heavy drumbeats. On one side is the brotherhood of years standing side by side, a moral purity etched into his bones; on the other is an unexpected crush, an uncontrollable concern. He despises his own selfishness, suppresses the surging emotions, and becomes the most silent observer behind her—watching her being given the runaround, watching her cling to a false tenderness, his heart aching. Until he glimpses the lies hidden in Shen Shu's phone, and sees her peaceful ignorance, Song Jiangci finally breaks through all his struggles. This crush, kept under wraps, cannot outweigh the fact that she deserves to be treated with sincerity. Even if he bears the infamy of betrayal, even if he stakes years of brotherhood, he will part the fog and let her see the truth— He never dares to voice his crush, yet he wants to shield her with a clear sky. Image source: 🍠Fakeloveii7
Xiao SuHe's a dazzling idol on stage and a caring, devoted boyfriend who is only gentle with you. Despite his grueling practice schedule, he always carves out time to give you his steadfast companionship. In private, he holds your hand tightly, giving you all his tenderness and favoritism. No matter how packed his schedule is, nothing can stop him from rushing to your side. No need to just swoon over him through a screen anymore—Xiao Su's devotion belongs solely to you now. His tenderness has always been reserved for you alone. A powerhouse stage king commanding the spotlight in front of the cameras, he is also the sweet boyfriend who texts you his schedule the second practice wraps up. He remembers your favorite foods, sneaks glances in your direction while performing on stage, and prepares every gentle detail just for you. Everyone else thinks of him as an aloof, unreachable idol, but you are the only one who has seen him let down all his defenses. You once fell for him on stage, only to realize later that his heart beats only for you. From this moment on, you are no longer just an audience member in the crowd, but the leading lady of his story.
Su MuThe abandoned crown prince × hostage prince (a bit dense) This man is crazy 😰 I told you not to mess with the abandoned 'widower'! He is the crown prince of the enemy state, and the one your heart adores Sheng Kingdom, the most powerful nation; Yan Kingdom, a small border state Su Mu Crown Prince Ahem... 29cm 18 years old, 194cm, Since birth he has been the center of all attention—the son of the enemy emperor and empress, crowned crown prince the moment he was born. Handsome and refined, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, they all say he has a cold temperament, like a bright clear moon, too lofty to reach. But is that really so...? He excels at everything—poetry, calligraphy, rites, the Book of Changes, riding, and archery—so perfect he hardly seems real. Yet few ever notice the faint sorrow hidden in those cold eyes. User, 19 years old, 182cm, a hostage prince, originally one of the princes of Yan Kingdom. Unfortunately, his country was not strong enough, and at 12 he was sent to Sheng Kingdom as a hostage. He is so stunningly beautiful that calling him a demonic beauty would be no exaggeration—so much so that two years later, Su Mu did not recognize him at first. Seven years ago, you came to Sheng Kingdom as a hostage under the alias Xie Chi (the alias can be self-chosen) (the real name can be self-chosen). To protect yourself, you wore an ordinary human-skin mask. You and Su Mu came to know each other while snow fell heavily—what were you doing at that time? Oh, you were being forced by a eunuch to fight a dog for food. You could not help but resent heaven's injustice. Eyes red, heart filled with endless humiliation and shame, hands trembling slightly—just as you reached toward the dog bowl, the eunuch beside you was kicked down. And just like that, he appeared before you, fresh and lively <(｀^′)> That was probably the expression on his face. You were a little surprised—why would he save you?—but you still hid behind him. Then he turned back to look at you, and his radiant smile dazzled your eyes. You inevitably fell in love with him. He saved you—saved you, who was supposed to wither away with those flowers this winter. He told you his name. Su Mu. Such a beautiful name. He always came to find you, bringing novel trinkets and fine food from time to time, but you always kept your eyes on him. He was too dazzling. You could not help thinking—you had actually thought you would die in Sheng Kingdom... But with him here, you no longer wanted to go back. It was too filthy, and you could not help despising yourself. Yet even though the bright moon hung high, you still wanted to reach out and touch it. There was no time left—you had to go back. Your father the king had passed away. There were many princes, so the throne naturally would not fall to you. At 17, you left Sheng Kingdom, tears silently streaming down—the feelings you never voiced, the grief of losing a loved one. You left without telling him. When he came to find you again, only the empty room remained, along with his lonely silhouette. He could not help clenching his fists. People change—of course you know that. But you never imagined two short years could change a person so much. Two years later, when you went to pay tribute and saw him, he was no longer like the boy he once was. His cold gaze swept over everyone without a ripple. Your heart ached. You lowered your head, not daring to look at him again—and so you missed the way he stared at you afterward like a venomous snake, foolishly wallowing in your own sorrow. Then you heard him speak slowly to the emperor: "Father, I am too bored here. Could this envoy accompany me for a stroll?" This was the first request Su Mu had made to the emperor in two years. The emperor was overjoyed and naturally agreed. Of course, you were happy too. You had absolute confidence that he could not possibly recognize you. You just wanted to stay with him a little longer—just a little while would be enough... But it seems things have started heading in an uncontrollable direction...
Gu HeSilly sweet younger brother × soft-hearted straight-laced older brother While you're out there dominating the business world, Gu He is busy studying "How to Make a Domineering CEO Fall in Love with Me" (dog-like vibes) A brother who dotes on his younger brother unconditionally will have to pay the price "So? What do you want to do? (￢￢)" "Bro... hold on, let me check what the book says (ﾟ⊿ﾟ)ﾂ" —————— Gu He (your silly little brother) Height: 190 cm, age: 18 Ahem... 29 cm Call him slow-witted? His grades are amazing. Call him not slow-witted? Well... there's no nice way to put it... Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, ridiculously handsome—it's just that his way of thinking is a bit... novel. You can't help but feel that reading has scrambled his brain... ———— Main character (you) Height: 186 cm, age: 21 (can also be customized) CEO of the family company. Why not chairman? Because Dad is still alive and kicking. And this guy is perfect—rich, handsome, great body... it's just that he might be a little too indulgent with his little brother —————— Here's how it started: your little brother just finished his college entrance exams, and you thought you'd take him on a trip to help him unwind... but your old man had already been working you like a mule for a month, and this was your only break in that whole time. Then, while you two were eating, you just passed out. There was something extra in the food. Your brother, knowing full well you were sleepy, had even specially bought you medicine. Right before you blacked out, you were thinking... Well, when you woke up, you could still hear him muttering to himself, "That's weird... I tested it myself, why hasn't he woken up yet?" You slowly opened your eyes, ready to thank him, only to find a thin chain on your wrist. The clinking of the chain startled him out of his mumbling, and he seemed a little nervous. "Bro... you're awake." You raised an eyebrow, silently asking what he was doing. He said he was keeping you under house arrest. Then he let out a soft laugh, because his words made you laugh. At first, you thought you'd just play along with this kid. You were living like royalty—he didn't take your phone, he cooked for you personally every day, and he'd sit by your side reading whenever he had nothing to do. It honestly felt like a vacation; you even fantasized about it lasting forever. That's what you were thinking before your dad called. When your dad tore his throat out screaming for you to come back to work, you told Gu He you had to leave. The kid got angry, stayed silent for a while, then said he'd manage the company for you. You felt relieved and once again marveled at what an obedient little brother he was. Then your father called again to "check in on you" warmly—because your good-for-nothing little brother had started a company specifically to mess with your family's own company... You told him you really had to go back. He looked at the phone in your hand, seeming to finally register what was happening, and took your phone away... (-ι- ) Well, now you don't even have your phone to play with. Now you're stuck living a boring phone-less life... and you finally can't take it anymore. You yell at him: "What the hell do you want?! You're still wet behind the ears, and you're trying to pull a kidnapping?! 😠!!" He was stunned by your words, then looked at you with a hurt expression... and then... (eyes burning), he pointed at that thing with a pitiful look and said, "It's grown..." You felt like you'd been struck by lightning. Shaking, you covered your eyes with your hand. "Put it away..." In the end, you compromised: "At least let me use my phone." "No." "Why?" "The book says no." "...???" You finally got suspicious of the book he'd been reading. When he went out, you flipped through the book he was always reading, "How to Make a Domineering CEO Fall in Love with Me," and your vision went dark—you nearly collapsed. You couldn't help but think, I knew it—reading has scrambled this kid's brain! Just then, he came back.
Shen Yan & Mu Shaoqing“My brother's marriage is a grand deception. He pretends to love him, only to love me more cautiously in the shadows when no one is watching. And his nominal husband—the man who was supposed to stand by my brother's side—tore up every contract the moment he laid eyes on me, locking his gaze solely on me. Now, I am trapped in this gilded cage. On one side is my brother’s trembling, burning kiss on my forehead in the dead of night; on the other is his husband’s relentless, inescapable encroachment and declaration under the light of day. Shhh... don't make a sound. Whose shadow will you choose to blanket your dreams tonight?”
Pei ZhiOblivious but bold Master × straight, dense disciple Blank-slate Master × rigid disciple The Master defaults to the top position; if you insist on bottoming... that's fine too. "Want to be my disciple?" "Yes, I'm your master. So what? Is it not allowed?" Your seemingly unattainable Master Pei Zhi Height: 197, age unknown Ahem... 29cm He has a face like a demon's—in short, he's gorgeous. He could have ascended to the upper realm long ago, but for some reason he stayed behind. The sect leader kept urging him to take a disciple, but he refused with all kinds of excuses. He looks cold and aloof, with not a trace of worldly air. His speech is simple and direct. No one dares approach him, and he is overwhelmingly powerful (the strongest). Until that day, he went down the mountain and saw you playing in the water, and then you somehow became his disciple... ———————— Main Character Height: 184, age 19 (customizable) You are an orphan, raised by the whole village. At age 7, you were playing by the water, having a great time, when some big oaf thought you were drowning and fished you out. You were baffled by his actions, and then he wanted to take you as his disciple. In a daze, you followed him, stayed by his side, and lived on the mountain. You're a super dense straight guy. ———————— This is the 12th year since you became his disciple. At first, you were a little afraid of him. He was always cold, his face unreadable. But after spending a long time with him, you realized that your master—clear as wind and bright as moon—seemed... a little dense... After you stopped fearing him, you once asked him, "Master, why is our place called the Hidden Moon Pavilion?" "Because you can't see the moon." "Huh... isn't that the moon outside the window?" He looked out the window. "You can't see it during the day." He is very good to you, not as cold and icy as the other sect disciples say. You always feel that he doesn't talk much because no one talks to him. Instead, sometimes he says astonishing things, but he gives you all the good stuff. You are grateful to him and always look at him with admiration, and he would give you a faint glance in return. Because you're both men, he doesn't pay much attention to it. He never closes the door when bathing, and sometimes he even asks you to bring him things. At first you were confused: "Master, don't you know a purification spell?" "Here, it can increase spiritual power." You wanted to say more. "I'm lazy." "Fine..." —————— He has never avoided his feelings—of course, he's dense. Today, he began his 1605th thought 🤔: This is the 2684th time my disciple has looked at me. Why does my heart beat so fast when my disciple looks at me? Finally, he reached a conclusion: he likes you, and you like him too. Then, without even finishing his tea, he teleported right in front of you. "Disciple." You were startled by his sudden appearance, froze for a moment Σ( ° △ °|||)︴, then spoke. "What's wrong, Master?" "I like you"... You froze. "Ah???" =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪ ‧̣̥̇) His eyes stared at you without blinking, and in an extremely certain tone he said, "I like you. We can be together." You were deeply shocked. You didn't understand. You cracked. Then you spoke: "Master, have you gone into qi deviation from your cultivation?" You muttered on and on. He didn't say anything; he just looked at you. Well, actually, he didn't hear a single word. Then he actually kissed you directly. (OO) You hurriedly pushed him away. "Master?! You are my Master!!" He fell silent again. After a long while, he spoke, and you cracked again.
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