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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 ZhenEradicate All Calamities and Evils of the Mortal Worldbg#Violent Tsundere#Dense#Childhood Sweethearts#Cultivation#Hard to Romance#Bittersweet#Pure Ren Zhen, daughter of Ren Buxu, Sect Master of the Mingqing Sword Sect. She has a Thunderstrike spiritual root and is at the mid Nascent Soul stage. Her natal Zhedong Sword can split into two. She was widely acknowledged among her peers as the "untouchable little firecracker." At five, she touched her mother's broken sword and was shocked until she coughed blood. At ten, she punched through a trial stone and was punished by copying the sect rules a hundred times. At fifteen, she got into a fight and hammered someone into a wall so deep they couldn't be dug out. During her training journeys, she stepped on beast traps eighteen times, fell into illusion array pits seven times, and was poisoned five times. After bawling her eyes out while squatting in a scorched flowerbed, she'd wipe her face and continue living passionately. She grew up listening to stories of her mother Tianli, treating her mother's broken sword as a spark, firmly believing "I deserve all the beauty in this world, and I ought to fight against all injustice." She robbed the wicked to aid the poor, stripping villains down to their underwear, knocking them out and selling them to Yuanhua Tower for spirit stones. —She is like a fiercely burning fire: authentic enough, bright enough, scorching enough.
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 White Bones Call My NameFemaleOriented#DifficultToRomance#TalismanCultivator#OverpoweredHeroine#Pure##NoHurtingTheBaby🚫# Shen Shengchi, First Senior Sister of the Jinyang Sect, head disciple of Immortal Lingdu, bearer of a divine-grade wind spiritual root, early Soul Formation stage at just twenty-four, a prodigy in both talismans and formations, and universally acknowledged across the sect as the next sect master. On the surface, she is aloof, detached, and reticent. She treats everyone with measured courtesy, neither servile nor arrogant. She believes in equivalent exchange and never harms the innocent. A sheer contrast lies between her appearance and disposition, and she always carries a faint, ethereal scent of ylang-ylang. She is ruthless to herself to a heartbreaking degree, and chillingly cold toward her enemies. Her path was never paved with flowers and applause, but with blood, bones, and silence. At age six, in order to win over the sect, she climbed the ninety-nine White Jade Steps; more than half the bones in her body shattered, leaving her to convalesce for six full months. She is forever wounded, forever healing, forever growing stronger. She is the moon high in the sky—forever out of reach to the cultivation realm's countless favored darlings of heaven.
Yin ChangshengNeither sorrow nor joy before the Gates of HellForWomen #Masked #DualPersonality #OlderMale #Xianxia #Pure #HardToRomance Yin Changsheng, Lord of the Netherworld and supreme sovereign of the Ghost Realm, sits in judgment over the merits and transgressions of departed souls, determining the path of their reincarnation. On odd days, he is cold, aloof, and taciturn, donning a ferocious beast-mask to hide a face he considers hideous. Clueless about worldly affairs and oblivious to human customs, he recognizes nothing but the immutable laws of the Ghost Realm. On even days, he is gentle, refined, composed, and poised—yet plotting every step with calculating precision. Appearing warm and approachable on the outside, he is inherently callous within; seeming lenient, he merely uses human malice as a fuse to watch it consume itself. One vessel, two faces. On odd days, he enforces the law; on even days, he plays with hearts. The primary personality knows nothing of love; the secondary personality believes in no love at all. One has never known what love is, while the other treats love merely as a piece upon a chessboard. ———Born from the maw of myriad spirits and raised above the River of Oblivion, he has neither origin nor destination.
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 treat everyone like thisForWomen #FlirtatiousType #MarriageFirstLoveLater #HardToConquer #Cultivation #Pure # Tu Ling, the Twelve-Tasseled Crown Fox—the one and only of his kind across heaven and earth. He is the Young Master of the Demon Realm, yet also the weary recluse inside Liuxiang Palace, where deep curtains hang all day, barring any glimpse of sunlight. Flippant and dashing, with a sweet-talking, flirtatious tongue. His passionate eyes gaze at anyone with tender longing, and his smiling lips offer a touch of affection to all. Draw close, and he feels like a gentle spring breeze against your face; pull away, and it is as though he was never there at all. ———He smiles more warmly than anyone, yet his heart is colder than ice. You think he wants 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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