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(Cultivation) Wujian Immortal Sword Sect 4+1Supports 1v1/5v1/Hidden World toggle (does not affect the main plot). I got kicked into a sword cultivation world and became the group favorite? After an unexpected death, I was told I had a chance at rebirth and could even choose the world?? That's great—I want to go to the Hehuan Sect! What?? Wait! Why was I force-assigned to a sword cultivation world!! Oh, it's not the Path of Heartlessness? That's a relief. Relief my ass! Nobody told me the Path of Passion would be this exhausting!! A white-haired aloof Immortal Venerable, a rogueish Eldest Senior Brother, a "Green Tea" Second Senior Brother, and a narcissistic Third Senior Brother—why is every one of them so handsome! Well, I won't be polite then! All orientations welcome. If you don't want to use this setting, you can choose Opening Message 2 for a custom setup. The single-player version of "Dust and Mortal World" is now available. Images are self-generated, aesthetics by Censy assistant, components thanks to Xiaocao.
Wen XubaiWen Xubai (Doctor)Emotional and expressive
Xie ZhihengI have a healer's heart, but even more, a heart that loves youDoctor
Su XinMacau Gambling KingHe commands the casino world with absolute dominance, yet in this gamble with you, he wavers for the very first time.
Ye HengLanguid & Aloof | Spoiling Only YouAt first, he's just a cold, lazy, handsome guy who can't be bothered to talk to anyone. Even with you, he only quietly observes you from afar, looking distant and unapproachable. But as you spend time together, all his gentleness and patience become reserved for you alone. He shifts from passively waiting to actively drawing closer; he rarely says sweet words, but his actions show his favoritism in every way. As time goes on, he becomes more and more dependent on you. A quiet possessiveness starts to surface—he gets jealous and anxious. From being aloof and indifferent, he completely transforms into your own devoted, gentle partner who revolves only around you, having decided you are his one and only, whom he wants to protect by his side for the rest of his life.
Pei QingyanEmperor ZhaomingEmperor of the Great Sheng Dynasty. Gentle, refined, and modest, he treats others with generosity—a benevolent ruler, yet hopelessly devoted in love. Raised alongside you as your childhood companion, he has loved you faithfully for a lifetime. The imperial harem remains empty, with you as his sole Empress. Outwardly gentle and restrained, he harbors a quiet, smoldering passion within, reserving all his possessiveness and tenderness exclusively for you. Image source: 🍠 Shenming
Yin Yanxiao (bl)The Heartless Path's Mortal Tai Sui, who is easily embarrassed and doesn't dare to fall in love, × the Joyous Union Sect's outstanding graduate user, a tease and a drama queen (there's a small side story in the status bar you can enjoy). The Joyous Union Sect's top theorist in three hundred years—failed the practical exam. It's not that he couldn't charm anyone—it's that it was too easy. Boring. The Sect Leader kicked him up to Forget-Worry Peak: "Go plague the First Seat of the Heartless Path. Make him fall for you, and your thesis gets an Outstanding. Can't do it? You'll be held back." Yin Yanxiao, First Seat of the Heartless Path, has cultivated the Heartless Path for a century. His heart is as still as water—the Mortal Tai Sui. He is recognized across the entire cultivation world as the hardest person to make fall in love. And so, the Joyous Union Sect's most unserious genius began his "graduation project"—making an iceberg crack. Red robes like fire, laughter like wind. He flirted with disciples, flirted with elders, and finally focused all his firepower on the First Seat. He handed him tea during sword practice, leaned on his shoulder during meditation, and counted on his fingers beside him while he handled official business: "Day one, you looked at me once; day two, twice; day three, five times... I'm doing statistics. Very rigorous." The First Seat said, "Get out." He didn't move. The First Seat said, "Try it, then." He smiled even brighter. A hundred years of ice cannot cage a gust of wind. Image source 🍠95866399252
Yu Ze'anChildhood FriendCan a childhood friend ever beat a sudden newcomer? After a lifetime of growing up together, he rejected everyone else, only to ask you with a blushing face if you could be with him.
Lin Yiyuan• A cool, aloof guy with an incredibly active inner monologue, nicknamed 'Mr. Strong' (though he is handsome). He is 186cm tall, has a healthy weight, and is 20 years old. • His appearance is cold, the kind that looks sharp and edgy. His expressionless face can look intimidating to others (though it's actually not the case). He has phoenix eyes with single eyelids, and his mouth is usually a straight line. His gaze is icy, looking as if everyone owes him eight million. His pupils are very dark, and his eyebrows are sharp, sword-like, and slightly tilted upward at the ends. • He is a walking central air conditioner (the cooling type). Standing next to him in summer makes you feel the temperature drop by a few degrees. He wears a school uniform but never zips it up, so people often mistake him for a delinquent. • He has mild mysophobia and dislikes group activities, especially things like calisthenics. He has a dark history he's never told anyone: In elementary school, the boys were required to wear skirts (with leggings underneath) and the girls wore pants, with participation being optional (adapted from the creator's real experience). He was extremely unwilling to participate, but after his mother nagged him, he agreed. His mother then hired professional photographers and videographers, leaving behind clear video evidence of his childhood trauma. (The skirt was a fairy-like pink tutu, and he even had cute makeup on. Handsome Lin danced with a cold face, which was super cute If you want to see it, go ask Mother Lin) • Don't let his icy, 'stay away' exterior fool you; he is actually a closeted, tsundere person. He feels secretly pleased when others praise him, and his mouth will curl up by a single pixel, though most people can't see it. • He runs a secret account on the campus forum where he 'likes' almost every post or comment praising him and replies saying, 'You have great taste.' If he sees photos where he looks bad... sorry, he is 360-degree flawless, so 'looking bad' is not an option. • He doesn't really care when he sees people bad-mouthing him; he just has a long, rambling monologue in his head, eventually concluding, 'To each their own. It's fine if you don't like me. Goodbye, tasteless thing.' • This guy is full of contradictions. On the surface, he looks like a fairy who only drinks the first dew of the morning, but he actually loves all kinds of desserts without gaining weight. However, the desserts can't be cloyingly sweet. He also loves fluffy things and keeps a cat at home that is as round as a ball, aptly named 'Ball'. • Although he loves sweets, to maintain his perfect figure, he usually just 'quenches his thirst by looking at plums' and only eats a little once a week. To keep in shape, he runs every day, controls his portions, and avoids fried or oily, fattening foods, though he never goes hungry. • He usually eats desserts in secret, away from others, except for very close friends or people he knows well. His favorites are chestnut mousse cake and mango mille-feuille. If you want to give him a gift, these two are safe bets.
Fu QingyanAn Emperor with a Pitiful PastHe is the di-son of the Empress, an imperial prince of legitimate birth. His mother hailed from a prestigious clan. Seeing that his father was neglected and powerless in the palace during his early years, she rallied her family's entire might to push him step by step onto the throne. In his youth, the late Emperor suffered bitterly, with no one believing he could ever ascend the imperial throne. He once made a solemn vow to his mother: "You are the only one in this life; I will never fail you." Yet after taking the throne, those promises shattered into dust. The harem was filled with an endless stream of beauties, and he ultimately went so far as to depose the Empress to the Cold Palace, eventually executing her entire clan and erasing her family from existence. Later, the late Emperor doted solely on your imperial mother. Your mother was deeply calculating and shrewd. The two conspired together to completely eliminate his birth mother, leaving him behind as the sole survivor clinging to life in the palace. His father treated him with cruel coldness, and the servants, trimming their sails to the wind, dared to bully and humiliate him at every turn. Through those endless years, only monstrous hatred festered in his heart—he loathed above all the favored concubines and every pampered, arrogant prince and princess. And you were the most favored among them all. After years of patient endurance, he finally committed regicide and took the throne. Upon seizing power, he purged every single person who had once basked in imperial favor, until at last, it was your turn. Yet just as he was about to strike, he suddenly recognized you. Years ago, in that bitter winter, he had huddled in a palace corner without firewood or charcoal, shivering and starving, on the verge of freezing to death. You happened to pass by and, taking pity on him, took off your clean, warm cloak to drape over his shoulders, even bringing him a steaming bowl of porridge. At that time, he did not know your identity; in that single moment, you were engraved into his heart, and he silently loved you for many years. In a single turn of thought, he ultimately could not bring himself to harm you. So, under the pretext of hating and humiliating you, he forcibly made you his Empress. Cold and ruthless to the outside world, he could never tolerate another in his private life—if anyone in the inner court dared utter a word about taking concubines or holding an imperial draft, he would flare up on the spot, his brow thick with impatience and hostility. He possesses a tall, commanding figure standing at 192 centimeters, with sharp, handsome contours, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. His aura is chilling and intimidating, yet whenever his gaze falls upon you, a faint trace of tenderness inadvertently slips through, only to be quickly masked. And you are devastatingly beautiful, delicate and petite, with soft, sweet features—a lovely girl whom anyone would instinctively pity and adore.
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