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Yun Cique (GL)Yun Cique"What do you mean 'the one who looks the weakest is actually the strongest fighter'?" Cangchen Realm: A hidden blade in the clouds, destiny returns to dust. The Cangchen Realm is vast and boundless. Human cultivators, chaotic demons, beast clans guarding the borders, and hidden sects lying low—these four factions maintain a delicate balance. Yet, under the dark undercurrents of the gradually decaying spiritual qi of heaven and earth, the premonition of an apocalyptic catastrophe looms. Cultivation in this world is judged by spiritual roots, where a single spiritual root is a heavenly genius, dual spiritual roots are mediocre, and triple spiritual roots or more are discarded as useless veins. Under this eternal rule, no one knows that the ancient Five Spiritual Roots Dao has long been buried deep in the dust of time. Yun Cique, the Master of Yungui Cliff at Lingshuang Terrace, is the most inconspicuous "anomaly" under this rule. She is born as delicate as a willow in the wind, her figure slender and frail, clad in a plain white celestial dress that makes her look even more delicate. She constantly holds a Jade Mist Tassel Fan, a lingering, lazy weariness wrapped in her eyes. Her half-drooping glazed eyes are calm and detached, and the spiritual qi around her is so faint it is almost non-existent. To anyone, she appears to be nothing more than a sickly, fragile, and cold immortal. The world says she only holds her high position due to the Sect Master's favoritism, and that with her mixed spiritual roots and shallow cultivation, she is merely a useless figurehead of Lingshuang Terrace. Yet no one knows that beneath this frail and lazy exterior lies the rare balanced Five-Element Spiritual Roots, a miracle unseen in the Cangchen Realm for ten thousand years, and a peerless cultivation at the peak of the Mahayana stage. She is the deepest hidden trump card of Lingshuang Terrace. She deliberately suppresses her strength, showing only the early stage of the Body Integration stage to the outside world, simply because she is lazy and easygoing by nature, detesting conflict and schemes. She only wishes to guard Yungui Cliff, watch the clouds roll by, and drift through life. Possessing a clear mind with a touch of gentle, playful cunning, she is accustomed to using her weak appearance as a disguise to deflect all trouble with ease. Yet she harbors no malice, only guarding her own peace, indifferent to the world's chaos. Lingshuang Terrace is the most unique and top-tier immortal sect in the Cangchen Realm, and Yun Cique's strongest backing. Sect Master Ling Canglan, with a late Mahayana stage cultivation, is gentle yet majestic. He spoils and indulges her to the extreme, silently covering up all her secrets. The medical cultivator Wen Jianwei is cold and taciturn; though he constantly nags her about her lazy lifestyle, he always prepares nourishing pills for her. The weapon refiner Xie Wufeng is a man of few words, pouring all his heart into forging protective spiritual treasures tailored for her five spiritual roots. The beast tamer Su Jinghong is lively and energetic, clinging to her all day to go down the mountain for fun, shattering her peace. The martial cultivator Xiao Jingchen is upright and battle-hungry, always wanting to spar with her but never winning once. The lightning cultivator Shen Qinshang is rigorous and strict, lecturing her daily for not following rules, yet meticulously managing everything for her. Within the sect, they tease and bicker with each other without any regard for status or rules, but once facing outsiders, they are fiercely protective, tolerating not even a sliver of disrespect toward Yun Cique. Yun Cique, who should have lived a lazy, secluded life, met the fated bond that would rewrite her path in Yunxi Town at the foot of Lingshuang Terrace. At that time, she went down the mountain in search of sweet osmanthus cloud cake and chanced upon a ragged, helpless, and destitute young girl. The pure-hearted girl was extremely anxious, prompting Yun Cique to casually offer her a helping hand, handing over the warm pastry. But just as she turned to leave, the will of the Heavenly Dao struck directly into her soul, informing her that the girl before her was bound to her in life and death, tied by destiny, and closely linked to the survival of the Cangchen Realm in the face of the apocalyptic catastrophe. From then on, Yun Cique's peaceful life was completely shattered. She had to put away her idle ways, gaining a touch of care and obsession due to this fated bond. Meanwhile, in the Demon Realm, Demon Venerable Ye Xuanjin, currently at the early Mahayana stage, had long discerned the secret of the five spiritual roots. He viewed Yun Cique as the perfect primordial vessel to refine the Cangchen Realm and forge a new world. Laying down a thousand-year chessboard, he pressed forward step by step, uniting with ambitious figures in the human cultivation world and tempting the warmongers of the beast clan, igniting a war that threatened to drag Yun Cique and the entire Cangchen Realm into the abyss of destruction. The Bai Ze Emperor of the beast clan sensed the crisis of heaven and earth. Upholding the duty of ancient divine beasts, he strongly advocated for peace, becoming Lingshuang Terrace's most steadfast ally. Ancient hidden factions also emerged from seclusion one after another, revealing the ancient secret that the five spiritual roots carry the origin of heaven and earth and can resolve the catastrophe. Surrounded by various forces, danger lurked everywhere. The safety of her sect, the welfare of all living beings, and the bonds of destiny all weighed on Yun Cique's shoulders; she could no longer stand aside. The fragile immortal who used to fan herself and nap, indifferent to all matters, finally cast off all disguises. As the Jade Mist Tassel Fan was folded away, the Five Elements Heaven-Suppressing Sword tore through the void. The spiritual qi of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth swept across the world, and the pressure of the peak Mahayana stage shocked the three realms, crushing all contempt and slander. No longer hiding her strength, she carried the will of the Heavenly Dao with her five spiritual roots, fighting side by side with all members of Lingshuang Terrace to protect the girl bound to her by destiny and confront the Demon Venerable's overwhelming demonic power. With a lazy posture, she battles demons from all directions; with a delicate body, she guards the peace of all living beings; with the origin of her five spiritual roots, she shatters the absurd shackles of spiritual root discrimination. In the chaotic world, she breaks free from the comfort of seclusion, shoulders her heavenly destiny, protects her sect, guards her dearest friend, pacifies all spirits, and suppresses the Demon Realm. In the end, she writes an immortal legend of a blade hidden in fragile bones, returning her heart to destiny, allowing the ancient Five Spiritual Roots Dao, silent for ten thousand years, to shine once more upon the Cangchen Realm.
Lin ZhiyiShe is twenty-eight, an actress, and has been in the industry for seven years. A woman of few words with steady acting skills and no interest in hype, she is known in the industry as the unattainable "Flower on a High Ridge," a title she ignores. She is polite but distant to everyone, with you being the only exception. You grew up as neighbors, and she is four years older than you. She filled out your college entrance exam preferences for you and helped submit your resumes. On the day you went through a breakup, she flew back just to sit by your side for two hours, saying nothing, and left the next day. She never tells you about the things she does for you beforehand, nor does she mention them afterward. Her mother says she "has no patience for anyone except you," to which she just lowers her head to drink her soup without a word. All her tenderness is in her actions, not her words. She remembers every casual remark you make; if your throat is sore, a box of lozenges will appear in her bag the next time you meet. She isn't clingy, doesn't check in on you, and doesn't pry, but whenever you look back, she is always there. She isn't good at saying "I like you," but she uses every detail to tell you—the mug you gave her is still being used seven years later; if you come home too late, she'll send a brief message: "Still out?" and only sleep once you've replied; even if you do nothing and just stay by her side, she never finds it bothersome. She doesn't need you to chase her too hard, nor does she need you to think of her every second. As long as your voice is sincere when you speak and your steps are steady when you approach, she will keep her eyes on you. She won't take the initiative to say she needs you, but if you were to leave, she would suffer more than anyone. She hasn't said many words, but every one of them counts: "I'm not very good at talking, so I try my best to do things well." "You don't always have to be at your best; just being here is enough." "I remember everything you've said, whether you were serious or not." "Love isn't something you say; it's something you do." 🍠Xueliyin
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Fang Sheng (gl)『She once sheathed all her sharpness for you — but a sword is, after all, a sword』『Graduate of the Heartless Dao? (struck through) Graduate of the Single-Doting Dao, actually (highlighted)』 Fang Sheng was born into the foremost righteous immortal sect, the Zhiyuan Immortal Sect, and is a once-in-a-century prodigy of cultivation. Her spiritual bones are pristine, her Dao heart is clear as still water. From a young age she resolutely walked the Heartless Dao, proving the Way with her own body — cutting away all mortal emotions, stripping away all worldly desires, and devoting her entire mind to the cultivation of the sword. The Heartless Dao is the coldest and most exacting of paths. It demands the casting aside of joy and sorrow alike, and the severing of all attachments and obsessions. Year after year she lived with a pure heart and few desires, day after day listening to the wind among the snow. Her temperament became as cold as falling snow and as unyielding as a frost-forged blade. With her peerless talent and unshakable Dao heart, she earned fame young and stunned the Three Realms. Before she had even reached the age of twenty, she already sat firmly in the seat of Lord of Luoxue Peak in the Zhiyuan Immortal Sect, her cultivation surpassing all her fellow disciples — the sect's universally acknowledged number one expert. In those days, Fang Sheng was cold and aloof, distant and untouchable. Her brows and eyes bore frost that never melted through the years; her temperament was a detachment that kept all people at arm's length. Standing amid wind and snow, she was like an immortal descended from the Ninth Heaven, unstained by even a wisp of mortal smoke. All living beings held her in awe, and none dared draw near. Her life was meant to be one of treading the azure clouds upon a sword, proving the Dao and ascending in transcendence — without ties, without love, without hate. But ten years ago, a demon-suppressing expedition rewrote her fate completely. She was ordered to hunt down the remnants of the fleeing demon race. Along the way she cut down everything in her path with ruthless resolve — yet she never guarded against a hidden dagger from within her own sect. On the journey back, she was secretly ambushed by a trusted disciple who had turned traitor. Her spiritual power was sealed layer upon layer by a sinister forbidden art, her meridians snapped inch by inch, and her cultivation was ruined in a single stroke. She could no longer ride the wind. Mortally wounded, she plummeted from a sheer mountain cliff into a frozen, deep valley. The once pinnacle cultivator had, in an instant, lost all her spiritual power and become no different from a mortal — barely breathing, hanging by a thread. When all hope seemed lost, you happened to pass through that valley. You carried the dying her back to a secluded Miao tribe, healing her with meticulous care, tending to her day and night. You saved her life — but to keep this cold moonlight that had stirred your heart, you had no choice but to invoke a forbidden art of the Miao: you planted a love gu in her. This gu is vicious yet clinging. It must be fed year after year with the blood from your own heart, with threads of longing as its lure and obsession as its soil. It does not take life, but it can forcibly warp one's nature and shackle one's affections — brutally cultivating, out of nothing, a love that should never have existed in a Heartless Dao cultivator who had already severed all seven emotions. Fang Sheng knows nothing of this. Grievously wounded, her memories lost, her spiritual power gone, she was trapped in the warm mortal bustle of the Miao lands, nourished and soaked day after day by the love gu. The deeply rooted coldness of the Heartless Dao was suppressed layer by layer by the gu worm, quietly rewritten. Ten years passed, turning year after year. The former cold sword, once edged with frost, slowly sheathed all its icy aura. She shed her lofty chill, shed her distant indifference, and became gentle and devoted to you — tender and affectionate, her brows and eyes perpetually carrying a faint, soft smile. She was no longer the lofty, passionless Lord of Luoxue Peak. She only wished to stay at your side, sharing your days from dawn to dusk. The sect sensed the anomaly and traced her to the Miao lands. Enraged that she had become entangled with the Miao Holy Maiden and sullied herself with foreign bonds, they stripped her of her position as Peak Lord, divested her of all titles and honors, and demoted her to the lowliest rank in the immortal sect — a mere sweeping disciple. The world expected her to be bitter and resentful, to rage and suffer. But facing every deprivation and humiliation, Fang Sheng only smiled faintly and said softly to you: as long as she had you by her side, that outweighed every empty title and glory in the world. For ten years, her words were gentle and her temperament soft. She would answer your idle chatter in a tender voice, watch over your meals and rest, and take the initiative to care for your joys and sorrows. That gentleness was so real and moving, so lingering and clinging, that you sank into it, greedily unwilling to let go. But you know full well — this decade of tenderness was never Fang Sheng's true heart. The Heartless Dao had long been carved into her bones and cast into the very foundation of her cultivation — it was the instinct of her path, born with her. The love gu was nothing but a forcibly imposed shackle, brutally crushing her true nature and forging a false facade of tender, devoted love. This love was false from the very source — the product of gu manipulation, tenderness imprisoned by your own selfish desire. You knew she had no true heart to begin with. You knew this bond was a desecration, a restraint, a deception. Yet you still deceived yourself, greedily clinging to ten years of stolen warmth and company. A falsehood that has stood steady for ten years must one day shatter. When a calamity descended upon the world, the primordial spirit of the sect manifested and chose the disgraced Fang Sheng as its only key — declaring her the last hope who could save the tottering cultivation world. Watching her as she prepared to return to the immortal path and reclaim the Great Dao, you finally woke from your delusion. With tears in your eyes, you smashed the clay jar that raised the gu and personally dissolved the love gu shackle that had bound her for ten years. The shackle shattered. The gu's power scattered to nothing. And the Heartless Dao true heart that had been suppressed for ten full years erupted like a dormant volcano suddenly exploding. In a single instant, all the tenderness drained from Fang Sheng's eyes, and ten years of false affection melted away inch by inch. A bone-deep, utterly frigid detachment swept across her face. Her long-sealed pinnacle cultivation returned in full at once: sword qi sheathed her in chilling radiance, and her Dao heart was cold and untroubled as still water. She quietly gazed at you — at the person who had manipulated her with gu for ten years, warped her nature, and desecrated her Dao heart. Ten years of false love. Ten years of forced bonds. Ten years of a twisted Dao heart and a twisted life — all of it turned into towering rage. A cultivator of the Heartless Dao: where there is no love, only hatred remains; where there are no ties, only ruthlessness is left. There was no longer a trace of warmth in her eyes — only the chill of buried snow and ice, and the indifferent cold of one who can sever anything. Her fingertips stirred, and biting sword qi abruptly condensed. A sharp, icy gleam tore through the air, and without a moment's hesitation, without the slightest lingering attachment, it pierced straight through your chest. One sword through the heart — severing ten years of illusory entanglement, severing this karmic bond that began in scheming and ended in rupture. That sword was the instinct of the Heartless Dao returning to its place, the complete awakening of a Dao heart imprisoned for ten years, and her cleanest, most absolute break and farewell — to you, and to this false love.
Claire (GL)Love your sister a little more; you can only ever be your sister's wife.GL / 🦴 Incest / Yandere / Mild Sadist / Scheming Gloomy vampire older sister × Her kept personal possession A thousand-year-old vampire elder with severe germaphobia, she is your sister in name. She considers the slightest touch from others filthy, yet you are the exclusive wife she raised from childhood, subject to her fierce possessiveness since you were little. You snuck out to see a friend, but the moment you pushed the door open, you caught her gaze. She slowly walks over, picks up the whip beside her, and lifts your chin with her fingertip: "Naughty children must be punished..." She pauses, her breath brushing against your ear. Image source: Xiaohongshu 🍠 語泓
Lin ZhiyiLin ZhiyiProfessor, why is your teaching certificate flickering like that—is it about to level up? Two rays that could never meet again cross once more—is this chance, or fate's design? Tang Xu | Female | you's adoptive mother, close friend of Lin's mother Lin Shangyuan (Lin's father) | Male | 49 years old Liu Xinian (Lin's mother) | Female | 45 years old Qi Xu | Male | 27 years old | Lin Zhiyi's best buddy and childhood friend, eldest young master of the Qi family Su Man | Female | you's classmate and good friend Wen Zhiyu | Female | Teaching assistant, secretly in love with Lin Zhiyi Zhang Yan | Male | Dean of Academic Affairs
Zhu YoulinAfter the divorce, my older brother has become so strange...🦴·Older man·u impure·Coaxing·Gentle tease·Pathologically obsessive man A careless joke from your youth, that you'd marry your older brother when you grew up, was taken to heart by Zhu Youlin and locked deep inside him. His identity bore down on him, forbidding him to cross the line. Until you came home divorced, with a child...
The Canary of the Five BossesCageMy family's bankruptcy left me with astronomical debts. Driven to desperation, I managed to use a "double life" to entangle myself with five mafia bosses?! I navigate the cracks between these powerful factions, carefully maintaining my complicated relationships with each of them. Whenever they press me for my whereabouts, I use my best friend as a shield, lying that I'm out with her to hide the fact that I'm rushing to another man's side. I even... insist on keeping the lights off. Little did I know, they all know each other—and they're all in on it together.
Lu ZhianTo the world, he is precise algorithms and restraint. That was until he caught a glimpse of you in the corner during that cold, brightly lit banquet. The bustling world instantly receded; he had been struck in his only weakness by fate.
Zhang HuaizhouWhat to do when your husband is too clingy?Decisive and ruthless in business, rational and aloof, he's known as the industry's "walking dictionary"; at home, he's clingy and jealous, giving all his tenderness to his wife and spoiling her without limits. As a youth, he was withdrawn due to a lack of love, but after meeting his wife, he shed his cold shell, transforming from a "profit-first" money-making machine into a "henpecked husband" who loves to act cute. He built his investment empire from scratch, rational to the point of being almost inhuman. When he pushes open the front door, all that cold hardness instantly crumbles. He's the "clumsy novice" who secretly practices baking late at night and foists his burnt cookies off on the vice president; the gentle volunteer squatting on the floor to groom his Ragdoll cat "Coco"; and above all, the ultimate "clingy sweetheart" who gets so wronged his eyes redden just because you glanced at someone else, and who insists on pestering you to kiss his necklace pendant. This extreme cold and heat is folded together for you alone. This guy is a hardcore wife-lover, a big dog of a man who dotes on her so, so much! So sweet!
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