#My shizun… He’s beautiful. Please draw him.

[yumemiruuuu]

Mo Ran: Idk what to say

Mo Ran: My shizun… He belongs in a museum

Mo Ran: He looks like a painting from the rain a sauce

Mo Ran: Rainesaunce

Mo Ran: Ressasaunce

[idlebeks]

A few more SVSSS recs for the pile

right from the start, I gave you my heart by nex_et_nox

"Bro, you know how many words I wrote per day, and how many plants I created!” Shang Qinghua whines. "I can't remember them all, it's impossible."

Shen Qingqiu narrows his eyes. "It was used with Wife #418.”

"That doesn't narrow it down any further. I'm not going to be able to guess it, so stop punishing me and just tell me how the flower nerfed you."

Shen Qingqiu grits his teeth. Obviously he wants to draw this out to punish Shang Qinghua, but it kinda looks more like he's punishing himself. There's a muscle flexing in his jaw, and if he puts any more pressure on his fan's guard, it's going to snap. Uh, actually, Shen Qingqiu kind of looks like he's in pain—

“A false dragonhead is also called an obedient plant. It’s in the name—the flower forces you to do whatever you're told," Shen Qingqiu spits out.

or: Shen Qingqiu runs afoul of one of Airplane's stupid wife-plot devices...just before a mission to Jinlan City.

stuffed with fluff (and blood and bones and rage) by nyoomerr

Ever since he was pushed into the Abyss, Luo Binghe has been dreaming of a strange world. In it, Luo Binghe's own face is everywhere, and his story is written out in humiliating detail for some stupid twink to read about. Luo Binghe hates the story, and he hates the dream realm, and he hates the godling within it - Shen Yuan - most of all.

Unfortunately, Luo Binghe can't do anything about it - within these dreams, Luo Binghe is stuck within the body of a doll.

second-hand alibis by nex_et_nox

“All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information.  "Who am I supposed to be?"

Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders.

Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh.

[Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

Type Casting by pallas_rose

Shang Qinghua’s fertilizer has unexpected effects on the mushroom body. In addition to... that, Shen Qingqiu doesn’t remember his death. Or anything at all after planting the Sun Moon Dew Mushroom seed in the dirt.

But he doesn’t need to, right? Shen Qingqiu knows PIDW and Luo Bing-ge like the back of his hand. He’ll be fine. He just has to avoid getting noticed—you know what happens to beautiful women in PIDW!

…though would life in the harem be so bad?

says the shadow by tciddaemina

Luo Binghe wakes up to the heavy, suffocating feeling that something is wrong.

His back aches, sleeping on the floor of the woodshed has left him stiff and sore, and yet all the pain and agony of his latest caning fades into inconsequentiality, washed away in the face of the sheer, suffocating, heavy dread pressing down on his shoulders. It steals the oxygen from the air, swelling to fill every inch of the room, the pressure crushing.

His eyes open too quickly, and he scrambles up, heart pounding in his throat, head snapping towards the door of the shed. There's a knot in his throat, thick, and he struggles to swallow around it, throat suddenly dry.

The woodshed looks as it always has. Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.

-

Luo Binghe's shizun has a qi deviation and the thing left afterwards isn't Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Yuan's School for Unrepentant Assholes by TGP

Shen Yuan has been dealt a rough hand at the beginning of his life. Then he gets sort of adopted by Shen Qingqiu, who desperately needs someone to help smooth out his interpersonal relationships. Thankfully, Shen Yuan is awesome at understanding people and what they want!

Shen Qingqiu can't decide if he regrets claiming this chaos gremlin as his own or not, but now that Shen Yuan is here, he's never letting him go. He'll have to be pried out of Shen Qingqiu's cold, dead fingers first.

Meanwhile, Luo Binghe is just caught up in the wake of both of them and trying not to be dragged under.

(Or, a drama of errors with comedic moments, exploring the growing relationship between an unforgiving misanthrope with serious issues and a traumatized kid that just wants to teach him what family means (and maybe learn it, himself))

dreaming you the same sun in a different place by JRaylin441

[Activating: Bonus Chapter – In Another Life]

[We notice that you are searching for someone. Would you like to accept the bonus chapter mission In Another Life in order to reunite with User: Shen Yuan, Bound Role: Shen Qingqiu?]

Shen Qingqiu disappears. Luo Binghe isn't going to let that stand.

Written for a Gotcha for Gaza prompt "Luo Binghe sucking Shen Yuan's dick (any dynamic)" from an anonymous prompter

[sischan]

Some artwork for my Naruto-Boruto Ocs in the Au I'm still working on for fun. My Ocs stories haven’t been adjusted to fit the story of Boruto as I’m still a few Episodes behind and I don’t read the manga.Mostly since Naruto’s manga ended, been reading mostly the light novels. Mostly are around my main oc Makura Uchiha, son of Sasuke and Sakura Uchiha. He is unknown to his parents, as he was Orochimaru last attempt at gaining the sharigan. Orochimaru kept Makura away from interaction with the leaf, but Makura learned quick of his family. As well the deeds Orochimaru done to make him, but he also knew what would happen if Orochimaru's secret was to be learned from his former student and his wife. Makura’s summoning is a Bear. Makura only entered the leaf twice, once as a child during a festival, and another for a chunin exam ^-^) My other Ocs that I have as well.

Diasuke, Haruna, and Genji Lee are the trio children of Rock Lee and TenTen. Diasuke, unlike most of his family, prefers to read and look after his mother's shop than to train. Haruna was once bullied for her eyes, but upon meeting Makura in a match, she doesn't let it hurt her no more. Genji is the youngest of the siblings, and like his mother is all about weapons. Genji likes to spend his time forging ninja weapons than train.

Siria Hatake is the daughter of Kakashi and Shizune, and her companion Pom-Pom is also the offspring of Ton-Ton. Siria spent much time with her uncle Might Guy due to her parents busy schedule during her father's time as Hokage. Siria is kept top-secret in the village to keep her safe. She likes Diasuke. Mariko is the orphan daughter of Jugo, she used to live with her mother until she passed due to illness. Mariko is a skilled gamer, and is occasionally challenged by Boruto to a video game match.

Ayumi Uzumaki is the daughter of Karin and Suigetsu. Orochimaru, after Sarada's birth, played match-maker with these two. Ayumi although dislikes her parents, but can be shown to abit for her father. She likes to argue with Makura, but actually likes him just as her mother once done to Sasuke. However Ayumi can become easily flustered when Eri gets angry at her.

Eri Hyuga is the son of Neji and (my naruto Oc) Ai Hyuga. Eri doesn't train in the gentle style like his father done, but instead uses a sword along with his byakugan. Ai, Eri's mother, is blind along with being part of a small branch family in the Hyuga Clan. Since she was as beautiful along with her barely talking, and her byakugan was seen to be weak. With her arranged to be wed at proper age, Ai was kept from the view of other people. Only her attendant was to see her, but one day a curious Neji happen across her. Comparing her to that of a trap Butterfly. Neji occasionally snuck to her area near the Hyuga estate. Mostly to keep her company as he felt she must've been lonely, but Neji learned that her ability for Sensing Chakra helped strengthen her byakugan to the point she could see the chakra network.  After the war arc, and discovering her pregnancy Ai was able to end her arrange marriage to have Eri. ^-^) Please excuse my rambling, I wrote the stories for these Ocs before Boruto and haven't worked on drawing these Ocs in a long while. ^-^) I've had fun working on these Ocs of mine again! Thank you for viewing my artwork and reading my rambling.

[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 8

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 8 - This Venerable One Gets Punished

Mo Ran lay in bed like a dead fish for three days. Just as his wounds started to heal, he was summoned to Red Lotus Pavilion to do manual labour.

This was also part of his punishment. During the punishment period, Mo Ran couldn't go down the mountain, but he also couldn't just laze around. So he had to help out the sect and do some drudgery.

Generally speaking, these errands were things like: helping the cafeteria lady at Mengpo Hall wash the dishes, scrubbing the three hundred and sixty-five stone lions on the pillars of the Naihe Bridge, transcribing extremely boring archive files, and so on.

But what kind of place was Red Lotus Pavilion? It was the residence of that bastard Chu Wanning, known as the cursed place called Red Lotus Hell.

Few people in Life-Death Peak had been there, and everyone who had been there left with either their legs or their arms broken.

Therefore, in addition to Red Lotus Hell, Chu Wanning's bedroom had a more grounded nickname: Broken Leg Pavilion.

There was an inside joke circulating around the sect: "The Pavilion hides a beauty, and the beauty holds Tianwen. Enter the gate of broken legs, know the suffering of getting your legs broken. If you want your meridians broken, go to the Elder Yuheng."

There was once a female disciple who wasn't afraid of death. She was bold enough to lust after Elder Yuheng's beauty. Taking advantage of the dark night and high winds, she sneaked to the Southern Peak and climbed onto the eaves, intending to watch the Elder bathe and strip his clothes.

As you can imagine, the female warrior was beaten within an inch of death by Tianwen, crying for her father and calling her mother, and lay in bed for no less than a hundred days.

And Chu Wanning also declared that, if anyone else dared to commit another crime, he would carve out the eyes of the perpetrator himself.

Do you see? What complete nonsense! What puzzling behaviour! What a heinous man!

Within the sect, there used to be innocent silly girls who thought that, because they were women, Elder Yuheng would pity them and show compassion. They were always laughing and joking in front of him, trying to attract his attention. But ever since the elder whipped that one female hooligan, no one dared to hit on him anymore.

To Elder Yuheng, whether it was men or women, he didn't have the disposition of a gentleman. Other than a good-looking face, there was nothing redeeming about him - this was how Chu Wanning was viewed by the disciples of this sect.

The junior brother who had delivered the summons looked at Mo Ran with sympathy. He tried to stay quiet, but in the end, couldn't hold it back: "Brother Mo. . ."

"Hmm?"

". . . Elder Yuheng has such a bad temper. No one who went to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion came out able to stand. Maybe you could see if you could say your wounds haven't healed and beg Yuheng Elder to let you wash dishes instead?"

Mo Ran was very grateful for this junior brother's bodhisattva heart, but he didn't agree.

Beg Chu Wanning?

Forget it. He doesn't need to get beaten by Tianwen a second time.

So he strenuously put on his clothes, dragged his feet, and walked reluctantly to Life-Death Peak's southern peak.

Red Lotus Pavilion, Red Lotus Hell. There wasn't a single person in sight for a hundred li around Chu Wanning's residence.

No one wanted to go close to his residence. Chu Wanning's bad taste and uncertain personality made everyone in the sect stay far away from him.

Mo Ran was a bit nervous. He didn't know what Chu Wanning would make him do as punishment. His thoughts ran wild the whole trip to the southern peak. After passing through the dense bamboo groves, large swathes of beautiful red lotus came into view.

It was early morning, the sun rising from the east, reflecting a splendid shine on the horizon. The red lotus stalks in the pond stretched towards the flaming clouds in the sky, complementing each other; magnificent. At the edge of the pond, a curved zig-zag bridge led to the pavilion standing in serene silence. Behind it was a curtain of waterfalls streaming down the mountain, the fine crystal water droplets raining against the rocks at the bottom. The watery mist created by it evaporated into the air, light gleaming through the fog, creating a sense of enchanting tranquillity.

This is what Mo Ran thought about this:

Gross.

Wherever Chu Wanning lived, no matter how beautiful it was, would always be gross to him!

Just look at it, so arrogantly extravagant, a true waste of extravagance, in fact. The disciples’ dorms are all closely connected to each other and they don't take up much surface area. And then there's the mighty Elder Yuheng, who occupies a whole mountain by himself. He even dug three large ponds and filled them with lotus flowers. Although, these lotus flowers are special varieties and can be refined into immortal medicine, but—

This is getting off track, the place was not pleasing to the eye. He wished he could burn down Broken Leg Pavilion with his torch!

All he could ever do was silently criticize this place. Given that he was only sixteen* this year, he was no match for Chu Wanning. Mo Ran showed up outside Chu Wanning's residence regardless. He stood at the door, squinted his eyes, and put on a sickeningly sweet demure, pretending to be the ideal disciple.

*(T/N The original text flips between all these ages. Mo Ran is just guessing how old he is so that's why it keeps going to 14/15/16)

"Disciple Mo Ran here to greet his master."

"Yes, come in."

The room was chaotic and disorganized. The cold-blooded demon Chu Wanning was dressed in a white robe. The lapels were folded high and tightly, giving off an air of purity and abstinence. Today, he had his hair in a high ponytail, covered with a black metal hair ring. He sat on the ground fiddling with a bunch of mechanical parts, biting a pen he had in his mouth.

Casually glancing at Mo Ran, with the pen still in his mouth, he said vaguely: "Come here."

Mo Ran approached him.

It was no easy feat. Considering there were no benches or tables in this room, artwork and metal broken wood were scattered everywhere.

Mo Ran's brows twitched. He had never entered Chu Wanning's room in his previous life, and he had no idea that this well-dressed beautiful man lived in such a mess. . . He was at a loss for words.

"Master, what is this?"

"Night Wanderer."

"What?"

Chu Wanning was a little impatient, probably because it was inconvenient to speak with a pen in his mouth: "Night Wanderer."

Mo Ran silently glanced at the mess of parts on the ground.

His master was hailed as Shizun Chu, and it wasn't just out of vanity. Speaking honestly, Chu Wanning was a very powerful man. Whether it is his three god-grade weapons, his cultivation techniques, or his machine-building skills, he was clearly worthy of being defined by four words: "the peak of excellence". This was also the reason why he had such a bad temper and was so difficult to serve, but the major cultivation sects still tried to fight over him for those skill.

Regarding the "Night Wanderer", the reborn Mo Ran was well aware of it.

It was a kind of machine made by Chu Wanning, cheap to make but had strong combat power. It can guard the ordinary people in the lower cultivation world from ghosts and demons at night.

In his previous life, the well-made Night Wanderer had almost become a must-have machine for every household. The price of one was equivalent to a broom, and the effect was much easier to handle than the Grinning Door God.

After Chu Wanning died, those Night Wanderers still guarded the poor families who couldn't afford a high-level cultivator. This compassionate heart, coupled with Chu Wanning's affection for his disciples. . . hehe, it really makes Mo Ran despise him.

Mo Ran sat down and looked at the "Night Wanderer" which was just a bunch of parts at this time, and the past flashed through his mind. He couldn't help picking up one of the Night Wanderer's limbs and grasped it in his hand for a closer look.

Chu Wanning clipped a few components, finally freeing his hands. He took the pen out of his mouth and glared at Mo Ran: "That one was just finished with tung oil, don't touch it."

"Oh. . ." Mo Ran put down the machine. He put his fake smile back on still looking cute and completely harmless. He asked with a smile, "Shizun summoned me here, are you planning to let me help?"

Chu Wanning hummed: "Mm."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Clean up the house."

Mo Ran's smile froze. He looked around at the room that looked like it had been hit by an earthquake: ". . ."

Chu Wanning was a genius in immortal cultivation and an idiot in life.

After picking up the fifth broken teacup that had never been swept up, Mo Ran finally couldn't stand it: "Shizun, when was the last time you cleaned your house? My god, it's so messy!"

Chu Wanning was looking at his drawings, and didn't look up when Mo Ran spoke to him: "Almost a year."

Mo Ran: ". . ."

"Where do you usually sleep?"

"What?" There must be something wrong with the drawing. Chu Wanning was upset and looked even more impatient than usual. He rubbed his head and replied in a huff, "Of course it's the bed."

Mo Ran glanced at the bed. It was piled with all kinds of machines that had been mostly completed, as well as a bunch of tools such as saws, axes, files, and so on.

Seriously, how did this man sleep without cutting his own head off?

After working for most of the day, the sawdust on the floor had filled three dustpans, and the white towel that had wiped down the bookcase was ten times more black. By noon, he had only cleaned about half.

Fuck Chu Wanning, this person is really more poisonous than a leeching woman.

Cleaning a room didn't seem like much of a punishment, it didn't really seem like hard work, but who knew that it was such a ghastly place that hadn't been touched in a year? Not to mention that he was covered with wound. Even if he was healthy now, he could shorten his lifespan by half going through all of this!

"Shizun. . ."

"Hm?"

"Your pile of clothes. . ." They'd been stacked there for about three months.

Chu Wanning finally got one of Night Wanderer's arms attached. He rubbed his sore shoulder, looked up at the robes on the suitcase, and said coldly: "I wash them myself."

Mo Ran was relieved. Thank goodness. But he was still a little curious: "Really? Shizun can wash clothes?"

Chu Wanning glanced at him, and after a while, coldly said: "What's so hard about it? Throw them in water, soak them, take them out, and dry them."

". . ." After hearing this, he really didn't know any girl who would keep lusting after Chu Wanning. Mo Ran truly thought that it would break the hearts of dozen of women to find out how disgusting this man really was.

"It's getting late. You can accompany me to the dining hall and finish the rest when you get back."

There were people coming and going from Meng Po Hall, and the Life-Death Peak disciples were eating together. Chu Wanning grabbed a lacquered wooden tray, took a few dishes and sat in the corner silently.

From where he was, no one sat within twenty feet of him.

No one dared to sit too close to Elder Yuheng, for fear that he would get upset, and they would get a lashing from Tianwen. Chu Wanning himself actually knew about this, but he didn't mind. A cold beauty sat there, gently eating the food in the bowl.

But today wasn't like usual.

Mo Ran was brought by him, so naturally he had to follow him.

Others are afraid of him. So was Mo Ran, but he had already died once, so Chu Wanning was nothing in comparison.

Especially after the fear of first seeing him had subsided, the hatred of Chu Wanning from his previous life slowly emerged. So what if Chu Wanning was powerful? In his last life, he still died by his hands.

Mo Ran sat down in front of him, calmly chewing the sweet and sour pork ribs in the bowl. He crunched on the bones then spit them out into a pile.

Chu Wanning suddenly slammed down his chopsticks.

Mo Ran stopped for a moment.

". . . Can you stop eating with your mouth open?"

"I chew the bones, how am I supposed to do that with my mouth closed?"

"Then don't eat the bones."

"But I like to eat the bones."

"Eat around them."

The two quarreling voices grew louder and louder, and some disciples were already peeping at them.

Mo Ran fought the urge to throw the rice bowl over Chu Wanning's head. He pursed his lips, and after a while, he narrowed his eyes, and a sweet smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Shizun, don't shout so loudly. Others might hear, won't they laugh at us?"

Chu Wanning has always been thin-skinned, and his voice really softened. He whispered: "Get out."

Mo Ran burst out laughing.

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

"Hey, Shizun, don't stare at me. Come on, let's eat. I'll try to be quiet."

Mo Ran had laughed enough and started playing nice again, the sound of his chewing much softer.

Chu Wanning gradually went back to gently eating. Seeing that Mo Ran was bring obedient, his face slightly relaxed, no longer looking so bitter and upset. He lowered his head, eating his green beans and tofu with grace.

After a long pause, Mo Ran started to do it again.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. In summary, seeing Chu Wanning in this life, he wanted to make a fool of himself and do whatever he could to make him angry.

So Chu Waning found that although Mo Ran did not chew loudly this time, he began to grab the ribs with his hands and eat them, sloppily eating with greasy hands and sauce-covered fingers.

Chu Wanning's blue forehead vein popped. Endure it.

He lowered his eyelashes. He didn't look at Mo Ran, and focused on his own meal.

Mo Ran didn't know if he had gotten too carefree or forgetful while eating, but he accidentally threw one of the gnawed bones into Chu Wanning's rice bowl.

Chu Wanning stared at the messy and hideous rib bone, and the surrounding air so condensed and frozen it was visible to the naked eye.

"Mo Ran. . . !!!"

"Shizun. . ." Mo Ran was quite frightened. He wasn't sure whether what he said sounded true or fake. "That. . . Uh, I didn't mean it."

Probably fake.

". . ."

"Don't be angry, I'll take it out for you."

He really stretched out his chopsticks, stuck them into Chu Wanning's bowl, and quickly picked out the bone.

Chu Wanning's face was pale, like he was about to vomit.

Mo Ran batted his eyelashes, and there was a pitiful grievance on his delicate face: "Shizun, do you dislike me?"

". . ."

"Shizun, I'm sorry."

It was just that.

Chu Wanning thought to himself: Why do you need to be restrained with the junior disciples?

He gave up the urge to summon Tianwen to hit Mo Ran. His appetite was gone, and he got up and said: "I'm full."

"What? Is that all you're going to eat? Shizun, you've barely touched your food."

Chu Wanning brushed him off: "I'm not hungry."

Mo Ran's heart felt like it was as joyful as a flower, and he still sweetly said: "Then I won't eat it anymore. We can go back to Red Lotus Hell - ehem, go back to Red Lotus Pavilion."

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes: "We?" There was a mockery in his eyes, and then said, "Who is the other person you're talking about? Disciples and their Shizun have respectable relationships and you will address me in the proper manner."

Mo Ran carefully kept his expression, his eyes curled up with a smile, well-behaved, sensible and cute.

However, in his heart he was thinking: Respectful relationship? Proper manner?

Hehe, if Chu Wanning could know what happened in his previous life, he would know - in the end, Mo Weiyu was the only one deserving of respect in the world.

No matter how noble and arrogant Chu Waning was, he was still a piece of mud under his boot. Didn't he depend on Mo Ran's good will to survive?

Stepping quickly to keep up with his shizun's pace, Mo Ran still had a bright smile on his face.

If Shi Mei was the white moonlight in his heart, Chu Wanning was the broken fishbone stuck in his throat. He needed crush this thorn or swallow it, and it will corrode away in his stomach.

In short, during this new life, he could spare whoever he wanted.

But he would never spare Chu Wanning.

However, Chu Wanning didn't seem to want to spare him so easily.

Mo Ran stood in front of the library in Red Lotus Hell, looking at fifty rows of ten-story bookshelves, thinking that he must have heard wrong.

"Shizun, what did you say. . .?"

Chu Wanning replied lightly: "Dust all the books in here."

". . ."

"After dusting, catalogue them."

"..."

"I will check back tomorrow morning."

"!!!"

What!!! Was he supposed to stay overnight in Red Lotus Hell??

But he had planned to meet with Shi Mei, and even asked Shimei to change his medicine at night!!!

He opened his mouth to plead his case, but Chu Wanning didn't bother paying attention to him. With a wave of his wide sleeves, and turned to exit the library, and, incidentally, closed the door of the library in a haughty manner.

Mo Ran, who's date had been ruined, sat in his boiling hatred of Chu Wanning - he wanted to burn all Chu Wanning's books!!

No!

After thinking it over, he thought of something even worse. . .

Previous Chapter Next Chapter

[chaoticgoodlawyerwrites]

Finally started a writing blog! Hopefully this give me some incentive to update a bit more frequently... 😅

Fandom: Scum Villain

Ship: Bingqiu, background Moshang

Summary: When it was all said and done, Shen Qingqiu comforted himself that the end of the plot meant that, surely, all major events were out of the way. They were firmly in HEA territory and he could relax a little. Right? Right.

A year and a half into his marriage to the protagonist, he cursed himself for a fool when he woke next to a Luo Binghe from ten years in the past.

Meanwhile, a recently transmigrated Shen Yuan struggled to retain what little face he had when confronted with an overgrown, disturbingly gorgeous demon lord claiming to be his husband. Which is impossible, because he’s straight, the most hetero heterosexual to exist. System? A little help here??

Status: 6/7 Chapters Posted

Sequels: Yes! They will be mutually exclusive timelines (all with LBH and SQQ ending up together, but different ships) branching out from this story.

Excerpt below the break (from chapter 2).

He was kissing the protagonist.

Oh, what the fuck.

Before Shen Qingqiu could gather himself to pull away (because holy shit, what the fuck, what the fuck was he doing!), a loud noise made him jerk back abruptly with a gasp.

Luo Binghe seemed unconcerned with the commotion, eyes not leaving his face and fingers lightly stroking his cheek with such care that it made Shen Qingqiu almost want to believe the wild assertion that they were married. “So beautiful.”

“How–“ are you here was what he intended to say when his bedroom door was knocked off its hinges. He turned and saw Liu Qingge standing in the threshold, breaths heavy and eyes flicking between him and Luo Binghe.

He then realized what this looked like.

Shameless, he was so shameless! Shen Qingqiu groped at his dressing table blindly for a fan. To his surprise, Luo Binghe placed one gently in his hand. He shot him a grateful look in response only to immediately regret it.

Binghe! Why do you look so smug!

Oh, what the fuck.

“Liu-shishu,” Luo Binghe all but purred at his martial uncle. “Interesting that you’re here first. My money was on the Sect Leader.”

What?

“Get away from him,” Liu Qingge demanded, drawing Cheng Luan to Shen Qingqiu’s great alarm.

If there was one thing that could snap Shen Qingqiu back into a situation, it was a threat to the inner sanctum he had created in this insane world. “No, no! I don’t know what you think you’re doing, Liu-shidi, but you will not be fighting in my home!”

“I am removing an intruder.”

All formalities forgotten, Shen Qingqiu snapped. “It's my bedroom! You would think I would know better who is an intruder here than you!”

Both Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge blushed at his words. Even Luo Binge looked at him in pleased surprise before somehow radiating even more smugness towards the other Peak Lord.

He couldn’t take this anymore. He was at his limit. “Both of you! Get out! I need to think and I want to eat my breakfast in peace.”

“…”

“What’s that look?” Shen Qingqiu demanded.

“…You were going to eat that?”

Luo Binghe winced.

“What. Did you do. To my food.”

Liu Qingge looked at him like he had a few screws loose. “You really would have eaten food from this man?”

“It’s Binghe! I eat his food every day!”

“Did you miss the fact that he’s clearly not your teenage disciple or did he enchant you to forget?”

Luo Binghe scoffed. “First, you’re underestimating Shizun’s ability if you think he could be bespelled so easily. Second, I don’t need magic to distract my husband when a touch would do.”

“…”

Shen Qingqiu kicked them both out with all the dignity he could muster, which wasn’t much after Luo Binghe’s pronouncement. He was doing his best to pretend nothing was said because otherwise he felt his face would melt off, but that didn’t stop even Shen Qingqiu’s elegant body from going beet red. The shamelessness really was too much!!

Once his house was otherwise empty, Shen Qingqiu at his table (sans breakfast, damn you, Liu-shidi!) and buried his face in his hands. System? What the hell is happening?

[Thank you for contacting the System! Host is participating in the Special Event, “Back to the Future,” triggered by an alternate version of Host for his success in the mission “Marital Bliss!” Please enjoy your limited time with the alternate version of the Protagonist while you can!]

…

ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT I’M ACTUALLY MARRIED TO LUO BINGHE?!?

[Yes, the Host that triggered this Event has been married to the Protagonist for one year, five months, and eighteen days, and remains the Protagonist’s only intended spouse.]

O-oooh my god. Oh, My God! What the fuck, what the fuck. But I don’t like men!

[This System would like to convey the human emotion, “doubt.”]

[thewindsofsong]

Ok ok ok!!! So last night I had a dream that I rec’ed a dmbj/svsss crossover fanfic, but never actually read the fic. Then I woke up because my cat was yowling in the middle of the night.

After talking with @1ebilcat and @merinnan for a while, I managed to flesh out a basic outline of what that fic might look like. Please know that because this is a crossover with svsss, there is papapa mentioned. several times.... (nothing actually explict is described because that would make this not a not-fic)

So one day SQQ and SQH are messing around trying to figure out what this new “unique one of a kind treasure” does when SQH accideny drops some melon seeds on it or something and it suddenly activates.

Meanwhile in dmbj world, the Iron Triangle are pretty much retired from the whole tomb raiding business, but still run Wushanju (better now that wu xie actually concentrates on running it instead of running off every week). Someone comes in with a strange artifact that they found while clearing out a deceased relatives store room they want to sell. Wu xie buys it because he’s never seen anything like it before and wants to research it.

Xiaoge gets super weird vibes ���from the object, but it doesn’t seem overtly menacing, so he leaves wu xie be (if wu xie is preoccupied he gets in marginally less trouble). However, when xiaoge touches the object with wu xie and Pangzi nearby, it grows a point and gives xiaoge a paper cut. The blood touches the object and it activates.

One blinding flask of light and disorienting tumble latter, they find themselves at the foot of a picturesque mountain with a gate that labels them at the foot of cang qiong mountain. They’re quickly found by the cang qiong crew and everyone is super weird out by each other. Things happen and eventually LBH crashes in and says his shizun is missing mobei-jun is there too because SQH is also missing. More communication happens and everyone realizes this is the artifact’s fault. No one knows where the artifact is.

Meanwhile SQQ and SQH wake up someone completely unfamiliar to either of them. After using magic to light things up, they see that they are in a tomb absolutely covered in different depictions of penises: there’s pictures on the walls, statues of men with WAY TOO BIG penises, sooooo many dildos. Queue SQQ immediately launching himself at SQH with a shriek of outrage because “THERE’S NO WAY THIS ISN’T YOUR FAULT YOU SHITTY HACK AUTHOR!!”

Back with the iron triangle, there’s a research montage going on as they and other CQ sect member scour the libraries for any information about the mcguffin that caused all this randomness. At some point in all of this, iron triangle go to MQF to see if he can take a look at Xiaoge regarding his memory problems. After some more research, MQF learns about an herb that could stabilize his qi and stabilize the fluctuations that cause his amnesia.

Turns out that while proper cultivation doesn’t exist in dmbj world, the Zhang family line has managed to cultivate the family line to extended life but because they’re the only ones that can (maybe due to bronze gate?) it has a lot of dangers. 

The herb needed is of course incredibly rare and only found in some horribly dangerous location. Xiaoge wants to go alone because he doesn’t want wu xie and pangzi to be in danger, but knows that they won’t be left behind. There’s some agnst had about how Xiaoge feels he’s brought pain and suffering to wu xie and pangzi, but of course neither of them are having any of it. The three of them talk about how they’ve never regretted meeting each other and how the adventures they’ve shared have brought meaning and joy into their lives. 

The three of them cobble together some hotpot and spend the night before setting off soaking their feet side by side, content and secure in their bonds with each other. Its very sweet. 

The next day, the three of them set off with LQG and LBH. Right before arriving at the location, bullshit happens and Iron Triangle get trapped in the location where the herb is located and trigger a wife plot in which papapa is the only way out. Iron triangle proceeds to have incredibly kinky marathon sex. LBH and LQG can only listen awkwardly from the boundary, not able to get through, but also not wanting to leave completely just in case something else happens. The sexual tension between LBG and LQG grows to new heights. Neither will do anything about it until SQQ is back home safe. 

After the marathon is over and iron triangle has time to actually sleep, the three of them get cleaned up with the herb in tow and head back to Cang Qiong. They get the herb to MQF who tells them it will take at least a day to prepare the pill for xiaoge to take. That night, Iron triangle has sweet, tender, affirming sex because while they all agree that while xiaoge not losing his memories every few decades is for the better, it also means that he’ll have to carry the memories of wu xie and pangzi long after they’er gone, with no hope of them ever being together again.  Xiaoge assures wu xie and pangzi that this is what he wants, to know that at least at some point, he loved and was loved, that he had a connection to this world and that his life has meaning beyond his obligations to the Zhang clan. Wu xie and pangzi make xiaoge promise to live on after they pass and to find him in their next lives.

Xiaoge takes the pill and the search for a way back home continues again in earnest. Eventually, LBH travels back to the demon realm and figures out how to track the artifact through space and time because his protag halo is too strong to keep him away from his love interest for too long. 

Wu xie and pangzi learn some basic meditation techniques that disciples would learn when first arrive at the mountain. Its too late for them to cultivate to longevity and there’s no guarantee that its even possible in their home world to cultivate if you aren’t a Zhang. Regardless, wu xie and pangzi don’t want immortality, they just want to spend as much time as they can with xiaoge. Wu xie is gifted a flute made with special bamboo and pangzi is gifted a wine jug from Zui Xian Peak. Both have spiritual properties that may or may not be able to function when back home, but they’er good gifts given in good faith. 

LBH, losing patience, forces iron triangle to get moving so he can save SQQ. He bursts through time and space and iron triangle plus LBH, MBJ, and LQG end up in dmbj world, in Wushanju. After scaring the crap out of Wang Meng, the group realizes that while several days have passed in svsss world, its only been a few hours since iron triangle was pulled away. Which is good because Ershu was likely to call in an army if wu xie went missing for no apparent reason. The whole thing would have been way too messy. Probably more than one person would have died. 

What follows is a night of LBH, LQG, and MBJ attempting different divination spells to try and pin point the exact location of SQQ and SQH to varying degrees of success. None of them are good at divination. Regardless, the three of them manage to get a general location of where the two missing peak lords might be and the iron triangle gets to work searching the internet for any rumors or information of any tombs that might be in the area. (Its just wu xie and pangzi looking, but xiaoge standing around still in his beautiful borrowed robes from CQ is good moral support.) 

They hear about some local legends about an ecentric noble from a bygone era that was buried in a very peculiar tomb. Potential tomb located, the whole group prepares to head out. the SVSS gang is convinced to not fly over immediately because that would be waaaaay to flashy and draw unwanted attention to them that would delay things even more. The six of them cram in together into the van and head off. Svss gang are forced into modern clothing and are def a little too big to comfortably sit in the van. LBH hits his head on a doorway at least once on this adventure. At lease two women and maybe a guy slip their numbers to him too. The man is supernaturally gorgeous.

After some more road trip shenanigans,  they arrive at the rumored entrance to the tomb and head in. The tomb has a few traps here and there, but is practically child’s play for the iron triangle to get through. Svsss are appropriately impressed by their competence and LBH and LQG think specifically about how the iron triangle is a true threesome that supports each other and fights together. MBJ just wants his hamster boy back. 

When they near the central chamber of the tomb, they hear the faint sounds of fighting which spurs SVSSS to speed ahead while iron triangle tries to get them to at least be a little cautious about setting off traps. 

The sight that LBH sees when he breaks into the main chamber like the kool aid man is a disheveled SQQ beating SQH over the head with a baton? Kind of. Its a baton carved into the shape of a penis. SQQ immediately stops and tries to put on his “peerless immortal cultivator” mask on with a flick of his fan, but its hard for that to be effective when your hair is all over the place and your in a room covered in penises. SQH dives for his king’s thighs and cries in relief that he’s no longer trapped in a room full of dildos and penises with SQQ. 

Then the iron triangle catches up and the realization that SVSSS gang is in modern clothing sinks in. The transmigrators freeze for just a second before jumping in front of iron triangle with a thousand questions. They ask in their shitty English which leaves answering the questions mostly to wu xie because pangzi’s english is pretty spotty and xiaoge doesn’t like talking in general, let alone a foreign language.

The whole group eventually leaves the tomb and all its phallic glory behind and get above ground where there’s phone service again. After a bit of searching, the transmigrators realize that while this world is very similar to their original world, there’s no signs of “Proud Immortal Demon Way” ever being written here, no other signs pointing to the two of them existing in this world. SVSS gang are very concerned as they watch SQQ and SQH talk in a strange language to these relative strangers, but don’t feel like its the time to figure out whats going on until everyone gets back home. The now expanded group makes their way back to Wushanju in an even more cramped road trip back. SQQ absolutly ends up in LBH’s lap at least once and SQH ends up with MBJ’s head in his lap at some point. its all very cute as the feeling of everyone being accounted for and safe settles in. 

Maybe there’s some stuff about SQQ and SQH being transmigrators and them being tempted for all of half a second to stay in this world that is so very much like their original world but choosing to go back with their lovers and the lives they’ve made for themselves. 

As the complete SVSSS gang now gets ready to head back home, the Iron triangle makes a huuuuge goody bag of all the snacks and treats that SQQ and SQH have been missing ever since they’ve transmigrated and put together a basic netbook plus solar charger for them to take back. There won’t be internet service back in SVSS world, but they loaded it up with a whooole bunch of web novels and pop songs, along with a few spare parts. 

SVSSS gang finally makes their way home after having a large farewell dinner at Wushanju at Pangzi’s insistence and LBH bullies his way into helping out. Its a very sweet scene of laughing and drinking. After dinner is done, SVSSS decide to go back immediately because the time dilation thing would mean they would be away for longer than they would like. 

Once back home, LBH, SQQ, and LQG have a confrontation/conversation about their relationships with each other and figure out if they want to try being all together, all three of them. MBJ confines SQH to his northern palace. Specifically their bedroom. He was also the one that remembered to grab the artifact that caused all these problems to begin with while everyone else was distracted by dildo tomb.

Iron triangle goes back to their retirement, at peace with the decisions they’ve made and the lives they’ve chosen to live.

THE END!!!

[a-damson-in-distress]

The Protégé

Pairing: MadaSaku

Plot: In search of a new cellist for his prestigious orchestra, an infamously feared maestro stumbles upon a young rising star. Modern day AU.

Note: Sooo yeah, I dunno, I did a thing? And now the thing has been done and wants to be shared. This idea has been floating through my head for the last couple of days and I just absolutely had to write it down. I’ve never been part of an orchestra, so please just ignore the fuck out of any irregularities and mistakes. Hope you like it, let me know what you think.

Also, please watch this video before reading the chapter, as this is the piece Sakura will be playing. I feel like you really need to hear/watch it beforehand to be able to fully dive into the musical experience I’m so desperately trying (but probably failing) to describe. Also sharing it simply because it’s fucking awesome. Enjoy.

“Why is she getting a solo again? This isn’t part of our usual programme.”

Someone next to her made a shushing sound.

“You know why,” whispered her seatmate while leaning down to her face. “She’s the star of the show.”

“She’s been with us for more than a year now, she never got a solo before. What’s so different tonight?”

Another shush. This time accompanied by an angry glare and a finger pressed tightly against a pair of lips. She shot the shusher a fake smile, gave a tiny, barely audible grunt of contempt and leaned back in her seat. As she watched the person in question approach the seat at the centre of the stage amidst excited applause, she had to supress the urge to roll her eyes, fully aware of the cameras surrounding them.

A tap on her shoulder made her turn her head slightly to the left, as she felt another voice whisper in her ear, “Rumour has it the maestro gave her the solo tonight, because somebody asked her to. Supposedly another conductor who’s trying to poach her.”

Her eyes went wide as she turned her gaze from the girl getting ready underneath the spotlight at the centre of the stage to the person sitting behind her. “Why the hell would she even agree to that? If I were a conductor and someone was trying to poach my best musician, I’d lock her up instead of presenting her on a silver platter. Besides, our maestro doesn’t even like any of the other conductors, she thinks she’s better than all of them. I can’t think of a single one she would do this for.”

Another shush. Another glare. Another finger.

They all momentarily turned their gazes to the front and listened to the last bit of their maestro’s short speech introducing the solo and its musicians. There was that whisper behind her again.

“Well, rumour has it that he recently kicked out a cellist and is looking for a replacement.”

Her jaw dropped. It couldn’t be. With wide eyes, she frantically searched the large concert hall as if she could spot the infamous conductor somewhere in the sea of guests enveloped in darkness. She suddenly felt her nervousness grow into exorbitant heights while at the same time feeling her confidence shrink to the size of a peanut. He had that effect on musicians.

Her heart was now beating to the beat of the Radetzky March, and she was afraid it was so loud her seatmate would hear it when he leaned towards her again. “Don’t be jealous. I hope he does take her on. At some point, she won’t be able to meet his crazy high expectations and that’ll be the end of Miss Goody Two-Shoes. He’ll eat her alive.”

Sakura watched her fellow cellist approach the two seats in the middle from the stage entrance on the other end. As she let the applause of the audience wash over her, her right hand went to the left sleeve of her white blouse to roll it up to her elbows and do the same on the other side. Normally, such an unkempt look was an absolute no-go in the world of classical music. Everything had to be ironed, styled, and made-up to perfection – they were, after all, Tsunade Senju’s orchestra. However, for this particular performance, both cellists were allowed the singular exception of discarding their suit jackets and rolling up their sleeves.

Grabbing a hold of her beloved instrument and settling it between her spread legs, she listened to her maestro explain her two cellists’ dishevelled look and assuring the audience that they will soon realise why the musicians need a bit more freedom of movement from their restricting concert outfits. Their maestro went on to explain that even though this was supposed to be a solo for the principal cellist – Sakura – the piece nevertheless required another to accompany her.

Setting down the microphone on her music stand, Tsunade gave her two cellists a silent nod and retreated to the back of the stage, where the rest of the orchestra was sitting underneath dimmed stage lights.

Sakura exchanged a knowing look with her cellist partner and took a deep breath. Lowering her head and silently setting her bow onto the four strings of her Knilling Maestro cello, she positioned her fingers onto the neck and started to play.

Perfectly in tune with one another, the two musicians let a harmonic, baroque melody engulf the audience while their fingers deftly wandered across their cello’s neck and their bows carefully drew over the strings with years of hard practice and musical passion.

The melody started out slow, gingerly eliciting the sounds from their instruments. Sakura’s experienced fingertips caressed the neck while her bow glid across the strings like a gentle breeze over a valley. While the first few bars of their piece were very classical, careful, and conservative, the melody slowly picked up its pace. The gentle breeze turned into a gust of wind as Sakura’s hands no longer caressed her instrument but gripped it with a starved passion. The two cellists seemed to be goading each other with their frenzied movements and the fast-paced melody, the gust of wind growing ever stronger, the originally careful tune of their piece long since replaced with hectic staccati and exhilarating chords.

And then, Sakura locked eyes with her partner, and they unleashed a hurricane.

At this point, she could no longer keep still. Her feet were tapping on the floor, her entire body writhing in her seat, longing to be part of the melody, and her head was bobbing up and down to the beat of their rendition of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck. What the two musicians were doing to their cellos now was bordering on instrumental torture, mercilessly yanking on the strings and dragging their bows across them with such a force half of the horse hairs had already snapped.

As they neared the finale of their piece, Sakura could feel her lips spreading into an excited smile and with one last forceful, passionate draw of her bow, she silenced the hurricane.

The principal cellist took a few seconds to regain her breath and only when she heard the thunderous applause of the audience in front of her did Sakura raise her head to peek at them through the strands of her hair that were ripped out of her sleek chignon through the force of her headbanging and were now hanging in her face. Quickly pulling the loose strands behind her ear, she stood up, leaned her cello against her chair, and joined her partner at the front of the stage. With her haggard bow still in her right hand, she offered her left to her fellow cellist and together, they raised their arms, smiling broadly, basked in the admiration of their audience for a few seconds before bowing deeply.

“Are you going to tell her today?”

Tsunade took another sip of her coffee while her eyes scanned over the sheet music for the symphony they were going to rehearse today.

“Of course not.”

She could feel her publicist’s expectant gaze boring into her back without turning her gaze away from her desk. Shizune sighed and asked again, “Are you at least going to tell her about the Sapporo concert?”

“No, I’m not and you know why. So stop bugging me.”

“Because he asked you to? Seriously, when have you ever done something someone asked of you, especially him.”

“I didn’t do it for him, I did it for her. He was absolutely right to ask it of me. He needed to see her perform without the pressure, without knowing what’s expecting her, without any doubts or hopes obscuring and tarnishing her performance.”

Shizune sucked in her bottom lip and let her worried gaze fall on the newspaper next to her. They were once again sitting in Tsunade’s spacious office inside the Kyoto Concert Hall, discussing the future of their orchestra’s best musician. While the maestro seemed to have her mind made up, Shizune still had doubts.

She picked up the paper and let her eyes rest on the picture that took up half a page in the Arts & Culture section. It was a photograph of their principal cellist, Sakura Haruno, taken during their recent concert in Sapporo, right after her solo performance of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck. The young woman is seen with both arms raised, one holding the hand of her fellow cellist and the other her half-wrecked bow, her dishevelled hair framing her beautiful young face, grinning like a maniac. Next to it, there was a review of their concert and praise upon praise for her performance and above it, written in bold letters: IMPERATRIX FURIOSA – SAKURA HARUNO BOLDLY TAKES JAPAN’S CLASSICAL MUSIC SCENE TO THE NEXT LEVEL.

“I’m not sure what this kind of medial coverage will do to someone so young. So far, I was able to shield her from prying eyes and the many interview requests, but if she signs on with him, that will unleash publicity hell upon her. I mean, she’s only 20 and she’s only been playing professionally for three years now and the public already has an unhealthy level of interest in her. She already has a nickname, for heaven’s sake. Do you know what they are calling her?”

Tsunade grinned from behind her coffee cup. “The Furious Empress.”

Shizune sighed, strode over to her best friend’s desk, and let the newspaper fall right on top of her sheet music. With a perfectly manicured finger, she pointed to the picture of Sakura and said, “This is what a Tsunade Senju-level of fame looks like for her. Imagine what it will be like with him. They will eat her alive. And I doubt that he has a publicist who looks after the young, inexperienced, and vulnerable musicians like I do, much less that he himself even cares. Do you really want to do this to her?”

The blonde conductor sighed and set down her coffee cup. “You make it sound like I’m sacrificing her to some evil volcano god.”

Throwing one last glance at the picture of her best musician, she turned around in her chair and fixed her best friend with a determined stare. “I have nothing to teach her anymore. She surpassed my expectations faster than I even expected her to meet them. She needs new challenges, and as much as I hate to admit it, he can offer her that. He’s got the bigger gigs, the bigger stages, the bigger audiences, and the more challenging pieces, though I would rather eat a shoe or set myself on fire before ever admitting to that in front of him.”

Tsunade got out of her chair and stalked over to her beloved, overpriced coffee machine before turning around and pointing her index finger at her best friend, glowering, “Now I will have that stuck-up Armani potato sit in the control room, unannounced and unnoticed, listening to our rehearsal as he requested and you will tell no one of this, especially not Sakura.”

The pink-haired cellist was busy packing up her sheet music and her cello when she suddenly heard the booming voice of her maestro calling out to her. “Ms Haruno, would you mind seeing me in my office in five minutes?”

It was a rhetorical question of course, Tsunade didn’t give her time to answer as she was already stalking off the stage. The pink-haired cellist followed the retreating figure of her conductor with a confused gaze, before being distracted by a hand on her shoulder. Turning her head, she was met with the face of another fellow cellist, Amy.

“Great rehearsal today, Sakura. I loved how you played the decrescendo in the end. I was just wondering if you could show me real quick how you do that. It just doesn’t sound quite right with me.”

“Sure, no problem. But I’ll have to be quick. Maestro wants to see me in five minutes.”

Sakura gave it her best to concentrate on Amy’s playing and give her tips, but in her mind, she was already in Tsunade’s office, contemplating what she might have to discuss with her. Their maestro rarely had her musicians come into her office for private talks, she usually said everything she needed to say during rehearsals in front of the entire orchestra.

Biting her bottom lip, she remembered the newspaper article she read this morning. Was it her appearance after her solo? Maybe she did look more dishevelled and ungraceful than she thought. It couldn’t have been her performance; Tsunade herself said how pleased she was and the rave reviews spoke for themselves. So what was it, then?

After finishing with Amy and packing up her things, Sakura made her way to her maestro’s office with a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. She could hear hushed voices from afar, one undeniably male, so she remained rooted to the spot, waiting for her conductor’s previous appointment to leave. When she realised the man made no move to vacate Tsunade’s office, she slowly approached it, only to see the doors were opened halfway.

Casting a careful glance into the part of the office that was visible to her, she only saw her conductor and decided to make herself known with a knock on the door.

“Ms Haruno, come in.”

Her maestro hurriedly ushered her into her office and it was then Sakura saw the annoyed expression on her face. Dear God, she really was in trouble.

“Ms Haruno, there’s somebody I would like you to meet,” Tsunade said slowly, her mouth set in a grim line.

Before Sakura could ask what was going on, she could hear a deep baritone behind her. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms Haruno.”

Sakura turned around and gasped. Her eyes widened in disbelief and glued themselves reverently to the man in front of her.

“I’m Madara Uchiha.”

[idlebeks]

Masterlist of SVSSS Fic Recs

Updated Sept 2024. Mix of all ratings and themes. All Lou Binghe/Shen Yuan. A couple WIP but mostly completed works. This fandom truly is a treasure trove of great fic.

right from the start, I gave you my heart by nex_et_nox

"Bro, you know how many words I wrote per day, and how many plants I created!” Shang Qinghua whines. "I can't remember them all, it's impossible."

Shen Qingqiu narrows his eyes. "It was used with Wife #418.”

"That doesn't narrow it down any further. I'm not going to be able to guess it, so stop punishing me and just tell me how the flower nerfed you."

Shen Qingqiu grits his teeth. Obviously he wants to draw this out to punish Shang Qinghua, but it kinda looks more like he's punishing himself. There's a muscle flexing in his jaw, and if he puts any more pressure on his fan's guard, it's going to snap. Uh, actually, Shen Qingqiu kind of looks like he's in pain—

“A false dragonhead is also called an obedient plant. It’s in the name—the flower forces you to do whatever you're told," Shen Qingqiu spits out.

or: Shen Qingqiu runs afoul of one of Airplane's stupid wife-plot devices...just before a mission to Jinlan City.

stuffed with fluff (and blood and bones and rage) by nyoomerr

Ever since he was pushed into the Abyss, Luo Binghe has been dreaming of a strange world. In it, Luo Binghe's own face is everywhere, and his story is written out in humiliating detail for some stupid twink to read about. Luo Binghe hates the story, and he hates the dream realm, and he hates the godling within it - Shen Yuan - most of all.

Unfortunately, Luo Binghe can't do anything about it - within these dreams, Luo Binghe is stuck within the body of a doll.

second-hand alibis by nex_et_nox

“All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information.  "Who am I supposed to be?"

Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders.

Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh.

[Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

Type Casting by pallas_rose

Shang Qinghua’s fertilizer has unexpected effects on the mushroom body. In addition to... that, Shen Qingqiu doesn’t remember his death. Or anything at all after planting the Sun Moon Dew Mushroom seed in the dirt.

But he doesn’t need to, right? Shen Qingqiu knows PIDW and Luo Bing-ge like the back of his hand. He’ll be fine. He just has to avoid getting noticed—you know what happens to beautiful women in PIDW!

…though would life in the harem be so bad?

says the shadow by tciddaemina

Luo Binghe wakes up to the heavy, suffocating feeling that something is wrong.

His back aches, sleeping on the floor of the woodshed has left him stiff and sore, and yet all the pain and agony of his latest caning fades into inconsequentiality, washed away in the face of the sheer, suffocating, heavy dread pressing down on his shoulders. It steals the oxygen from the air, swelling to fill every inch of the room, the pressure crushing.

His eyes open too quickly, and he scrambles up, heart pounding in his throat, head snapping towards the door of the shed. There's a knot in his throat, thick, and he struggles to swallow around it, throat suddenly dry.

The woodshed looks as it always has. Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.

-

Luo Binghe's shizun has a qi deviation and the thing left afterwards isn't Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Yuan's School for Unrepentant Assholes by TGP

Shen Yuan has been dealt a rough hand at the beginning of his life. Then he gets sort of adopted by Shen Qingqiu, who desperately needs someone to help smooth out his interpersonal relationships. Thankfully, Shen Yuan is awesome at understanding people and what they want!

Shen Qingqiu can't decide if he regrets claiming this chaos gremlin as his own or not, but now that Shen Yuan is here, he's never letting him go. He'll have to be pried out of Shen Qingqiu's cold, dead fingers first.

Meanwhile, Luo Binghe is just caught up in the wake of both of them and trying not to be dragged under.

(Or, a drama of errors with comedic moments, exploring the growing relationship between an unforgiving misanthrope with serious issues and a traumatized kid that just wants to teach him what family means (and maybe learn it, himself))

dreaming you the same sun in a different place by JRaylin441

[Activating: Bonus Chapter – In Another Life]

[We notice that you are searching for someone. Would you like to accept the bonus chapter mission In Another Life in order to reunite with User: Shen Yuan, Bound Role: Shen Qingqiu?]

Shen Qingqiu disappears. Luo Binghe isn't going to let that stand.

Written for a Gotcha for Gaza prompt "Luo Binghe sucking Shen Yuan's dick (any dynamic)" from an anonymous prompter

Lotus Seeds by Anonymous

Upon transmigrating into the body of a xianxia antagonist destined to die after being gruesomely tortured, Shen Yuan decides he won't give in to the demands of the System to meekly accept his fate. Instead, he runs away. (WIP)

High Mountain, How I Long by Minimalistless

Shen Qingqiu, after enduring his trial, is placed into Luo Binghe’s custody at Huan Hua Palace.

Tarnished Gold by Prim_the_Amazing

Becoming emperor of the cultivation world will start with a first step as small and basic as becoming Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace. For that, he must steal the position away from the current Head Disciple. Luo Binghe will sabotage, upstage, and completely and utterly best him.

The road to destroying everything and everyone who has ever wronged him, to becoming the highest ruler so that no one will ever have the right to control him ever again - it will start as simply as ruining Gongyi Xiao’s life.

Compared to everything else he’s already done, this should be easy.

-

Luo Binghe brings all his skills of cunning and brutality to bear on Gongyi Xiao, Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace Sect. It… doesn’t go too well for him.

prophets on hold by nex_et_nox

Luo Binghe led the charge in the trial against Shen Qingqiu in < Proud Immortal Demon Way >. By all rights, the concept of a trial shouldn’t even be a glimmer in anyone’s eye until Shen Qingqiu’s blackened lotus has crawled his way out of the hell Shen Qingqiu tossed him in.

So why is Shen Qingqiu wrapped in immortal binding cables and locked away in the Huan Hua Water Prison?! 

[or: Luo Binghe is precisely one (1) year late getting out of the Abyss. This does not put a halt on anyone else's plans.]

Starstruck by Camorra

His phone buzzes again and Shen Yuan scoops it up irritably. It’s another message from DemonHeart.

DemonHeart: you seem to be a Luo Binghe fan

DemonHeart: we can get you access to him

Shen Yuan scowls.

PeerlessCucumber: do I look like I was born yesterday?

The response is instantaneous. A picture pops up on screen. Shen Yuan vaguely recognizes the woman that plays the drums, still in full stage makeup. Next to her, arm slung around her waist, is a face Shen Yuan would know anywhere. Luo Binghe, giving a wry smile to the camera.

DemonHeart: he’s a fan, you know

PeerlessCucumber: where exactly would we be meeting

Immortal Lamb Crusader Way by Mikkeneko

Shen Yuan finds himself transmigrated into the last video game he played before his death -- the dungeon-delving, cult-building anthro hit game of the year, Immortal Lamb Crusader Way. Much to his dismay he finds himself in the role of the BBEG, the God of Death, He Who Waits -- Shen Qingqiu! Is there any way he can guide the protagonist, Luo Binghe, to level-up and victory without falling victim himself to the Lamb Crusader's blade?

And why does he want to pet the Lamb's fleecy head so badly? He's not a furry, okay! He's not!

The Scum Villain's Second Save File by the-night-gods-moon (HelloMyNameIsAlias)

Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua's shroom scheme falls through in a big way, and Shen Yuan is forced to re-transmigrate into another world that revolves around half-demons and messy, convoluted romances. Good thing he's an expert!

anachronism of the moment by plutoisgay

daemon au that follows Shen Yuan through his transmigration and life in PIDW

Shen Yuan transmigrates to a world of demons, harem-politics, and the ineffable notion of being perceived. His daemon, at least, seems to share his concerns.

We Are Not Wise by Boomchick, Suzoomie

When Shen Qingqiu drew Shen Yuan’s soul sword, it felt like being burned from the inside out. The fire wasn’t cruel, but it was still fire—hot and destructive, searing the softest pieces of him.

When Binghe’s fingers touch the hilt, he is ready for pain.

Transmigrated into a version of Proud Immortal Demon Way where cultivators manifest their own souls into spiritual weapons, Shen Yuan finds himself sort of kind of…accidentally blackmailing Shen Qingqiu into taking him on as a disciple before Luo Binghe joins the sect.

That should give Shen Yuan plenty of opportunities to make sure nothing goes wrong for his favorite protagonist, right? RIGHT!?

A story of twists, turns, hope, despair, and soul swords. Written for the Bingqiu Reverse Minibang 2023, illustrated and conceptualized by the incredible Suzu!

Protagonist Rehabilitation Programme by cinnamonsnaps

(oh my god they were roommates)

"Thank you, valued user, for accepting the Protagonist Rehabilitation Programme. Your task: Ensure the protagonist's happiness."

Shen Yuan is convinced that his favouri... least favourite novel's main protagonist isn't really happy. He has babes, money and power, but does he have any friends?

Cue the system handily dropping Demon King Luo Binghe into his bedroom. Can Shen Yuan make him happy before the timer runs out?

(90% light-hearted comedy, 10% existential horror and fear because this is the OG PIDW Binghe we're talking about)

Can't we just skip to the end? by chaoticgoodlawyer

When it was all said and done, Shen Qingqiu comforted himself that the end of the plot meant that, surely, all major events were out of the way. They were firmly in HEA territory and he could relax a little. Right? Right.

A year and a half into his marriage to the protagonist, he cursed himself for a fool when he woke next to a Luo Binghe from ten years in the past.

Meanwhile, a recently transmigrated Shen Yuan struggled to retain what little face he had when confronted with an overgrown, disturbingly gorgeous demon lord claiming to be his husband. Which is impossible, because he’s straight, the most hetero heterosexual to exist. System? A little help here??

Series

Sit With Your Soul by Tossawary

The original Shen Qingqiu suffers a severe deviation that unsettles his daemon, transforming them into a childish and inconstant creature, too curious and without any memories of the life that has made him so bitter. His soul is now unrecognizable to him and everyone can see his humiliation.

Shen Yuan isn't exactly happy to have transmigrated into Proud Immortal Demon Way at all, much less as this doomed scum villain's daemon.

A His Dark Materials Fusion AU. Knowledge of HDM not required.

Series

Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pam

Shang Qinghua, also known as Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, stared flatly at what had once been a field boasting near sect-level Feng Shui alignment, and the drowned, bloated remains of the Sun and Moon Dew Flower cuttings that had sprouted within it. Their plan was now quite literally a wash.

If only he could consult Cucumber Bro on how to save Cucumber Bro! But in the absence of Cucumber Bro, he could but rely on the one plot coupon the infamous Peerless Cucumber had ever applauded.

Tongfang by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Shen Yuan is reincarnated as a cannon fodder character and eventual murder victim in one of the whodunnit arcs in Proud Immortal Demon Way. Things escalate quickly.

Or: that one where young Luo Binghe’s career goal is ‘Bride’.

---

Shen Yuan shut his eyes as a young man waiting to die in a hospital and opened them again as a wrinkly infant covered in substances best left unimagined.

[Welcome to the System! The System is based on the concept ‘YOU CAN YOU UP. NO CAN NO BB.’ We hope to provide you with a rewarding experience. It is our sincere hope that during the course of your adventure, you can achieve your desire to transform a ‘Stupid Novel’ into a high-end and impressive classic. We pray for your happiness,] a mechanical and inflectionless voice announced over the general hubbub of the group of women handling him. Then it added, somewhat more worryingly, [Error.]

In Service by x_los

Emperor Luo Binghe goes looking for a Shen Yuan of his own. The one he finds has yet to fully ripen, but Luo Binghe is used to turning adversity into advantage.

Every Binghe/ge deserves a Happy Ending [buy one SY, get one free] by Shireyaki

You can have a Shen Yuan

YOU can have a Shen Yuan

WE ALL CAN HAVE A SHEN YUAN

Scum Villain AUs by Feynite

Various random alternate universe fics.

Includes:

Supervillain AU

Genderswap AU

Hades & Persephone AU

Dragon Monster AU

Mermay AU

Free Guy AU

& Many More!

Into the Abyss by esama

In which Shen Yuan pisses the System off and it sends him straight into the Endless Abyss.

Four years later, Shen Qingqiu does the same to Luo Binghe.

Fruiting Body by Calamity Butterfly (Calamity_Butterfly)

“A new body? What has my Shizun done?” Luo Binghe asks mildly.

“Oh, I died again, didn’t I? This time, I died saving you from a qi deviation brought on by that sword,” Shen Qingqiu answers, stroking the caps of the trembling mushrooms still pressed up against his sides. “I suspected I was going to die so I prepared a new body, just in case. But it’s taking a long time to remember myself, and I’m not sure I want to go back once I do.”

Shen Qingqiu awakens in the Sun and Moon Dew Flower body, more fungal than human, and networked into a vast, sentient mycelial network. His new body is more complicated than he anticipated. Luo Binghe finds him, and that is also more complicated than he anticipated.

The Many Trials and Tribulations of Ming Fan by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Ming Fan just wants to get through ONE supervised night hunt without this happening.

Or: the one where Shen Qingqiu continues to be attractive to people who aren’t Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge. It's a problem.

---

“Da-shixiong.” Ning-shimei’s groan was barely audible to anyone who didn’t have a cultivator’s enhanced senses. To him and the rest of their assembled siblings, though, it rang out like a bell. The only one who didn’t notice was Shizun. He was up ahead and deep in conversation with the Lord who’d summoned them to investigate a series of local disappearances.

“I saw,” Ming Fan sighed. “Eyes front. Everyone knows their roles.”

Frankly, he’d been braced for this moment since he’d asked around about the family hosting them for the duration of this investigation. He’d discovered that they had two marriage-aged daughters in the household, neither of whom were engaged.

Loaded God Complex, Cock It And Pull It by Camorra

There were three things of which Shen Yuan was absolutely certain.

The first, that Luo Binghe was an irredeemable jackass.

The second, there was a part of Luo Binghe, and Shen Yuan didn't know how large, that wanted Shen Yuan dead for trussing him like a pig and dumping him on his own front porch.

And the third, that Shen Yuan was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Luo Binghe.

P S Y C H !

omg they were roommates by smellslikecitrus

Shen Yuan was a normal chemistry major. What did he do to deserve getting booted into his least-favorite novel?!

Silver lining: Binghe makes really, really good food.

Plastromancy by x_los

"One night, Luo Binghe notices something odd about the way his blood is pooling on the floor of the woodshed."

A twelve year old Luo Binghe meets his Other Shizun.

AQ by x_los

Before he rose to captaincy, Shen Yuan attended a briefing given to all command level officers in Star Fleet that outlined the scope of the Q threat. According to Admiral Picard's report, the omnipotent Q are devious, amoral, unreliable, irresponsible and definitely not to be trusted.

Orphaned stowaway Luo Binghe doesn't even know he is one.

Living With a Tiger by x_los

Shen Yuan has been engaged to Emperor Luo Binghe from almost the hour of his birth. He grows up knowing his place in the world exactly; he is far less certain of his place in his betrothed's guarded affections.

Scum Villain's Accidental Romance System by BurnerAccount

Shen Qingqiu has accepted that yes, this is a novel. And yes, it is going to have stupid plot points that he can (probably) do nothing about. His inevitable, horrible fate is his most probable future - but hey, it's at least a ways off yet, right?

A Stallion novel has stupid tropes, but he's 100% - no, 1000% sure, that these aren't in the standard package.

Anyways, Stan Shen Qingqiu by x_los

Millennial vs Gen Z? Shen Qingqiu wishes.

A young transmigrator has a new idol; Shen Qingqiu is very tired

How To Stop Being Strung Along By A Guy & Get What You Deserve: 5 Steps to a Serious Relationship! by x_los

'Madam Meiyin said: “Milord’s fated lover pays very little attention to others. But the moment they come to care about someone, they will care with their entire heart and soul.”'

Shen Yuan transmigrates into Proud Immortal Demon Way with a firmly-tied red string of fate. It takes Luo Binghe roughly two hours to notice this.

The Favourite by x_los

Demonic Emperor Luo Binghe's reputation precedes him. It's just not very accurate.

I Wish You Were My Husband by Feynite

AU based on The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir (familiarity with that story's not required).

Wherein Shen Yuan transmigrates into a harem intrigues romance novel (gay edition), Yue Qingyuan really fucks up, Liu Qingge is not suitable for his job, and no one even remotely sees Luo Binghe coming.

Always the Light Falls by Letters2Elvinscend 

Growing up is hard. Living up to your mother's expectations is harder. Realizing your Shizun is actually kind of hot is damn near impossible.

System Temporarily Unavailable, Please Don't Abuse The Substitute! by Asymptotical

The System has to go bail another System's world out of a plot crisis.

It told them that its Host would notice, but did they listen? Of course not.

We Never Dreamed These Walls by straightforwardly

When Luo Binghe falls into the Endless Abyss, he accidentally pulls Shen Qingqiu down with him.

[writer-and-artist27]

Helping a Drunk Marine

Note: To @unlucky-marine, yet again. Happy Birthday, Eli~

Here is another little offering from the writer who loves Davy and your artwork. As thanks for loving Tomoko as much as you do.

Also, throw-out to @ask-lieutenant-wendy, because your character is beautiful and even if I don’t know her that well, Davy does, and they both deserve lots of appreciation~!

The song for this is Clannad’s famous Dango Daikazoku. The original song and/or Kyle Landry’s piano version work really well for this. :)

*curtsies softly before creeping away* That’s all I have to say. Please enjoy~! ;D

“…Wendy-san?”

“Yes, Tomoko-chan?”

I glanced up at the older woman with the nicest frown I could muster, in spite of the questions tugging at every part of my heart and mind. Because I was short in spite of my drinking all the milk in the world. “Why is Davy-san…”

“What the fuck is a circle…” went the named Marine while staring at a blank sheet of paper. He apparently didn’t notice us with the paper in front of his face.

Wendy gave me a sheepish smile while brushing through some of her blond ponytail. “Drunk?”

“Drunk,” I repeated for emphasis, tugging at the hem of my Sylveon-themed kimono dress skirt all the while. “I thought he would be stressed, not drunk…”

Wendy only laughed softly before reaching over to rest a hand on the top of my head, rustling my white hair ribbon with the gesture. “Paperwork is a bit—I mean, a pain in the butt!” I didn’t miss how she immediately backtracked from what was clearly forming a curse word, ruffling my hair all the while. “And no one in the Marines likes doing it, so unfortunately…” she trailed off.

“Circles should be squares! They’re easier to draw!” Davy-san shouted in-between hiccups. “Less stress for all—!” He then face-planted into his desk with a loud slam.

Oh no.

Oh dear, Hisako said for me mentally. Tomoko-chan, do you have any idea of what to do?

Hisako, Vy’s dad never got the chance to be drunk because of an alcohol allergy. I don’t know!

Well, we have to do something!

I know that! Any ideas?!

My Nobody racked her head against the nearest mental armchair in the library before raising an energetic hand. MUFFINS!

…Muffins?

Blueberry muffins. I think Wendy said those are his favorite, right?! Hisako was jumping up and down now, hands flailing all the while as she was grinning like the doofus she was. So go ahead and do that, Tomoko-chan! No one can resist blueberry muffins coming from an adorable ten-year-old girl!

Hisakoooo, I-I’m not adorable…

Too late. Hisako was already on a roll as she ran around the library, happily cooing and squealing praise I couldn’t make out.

Outwardly, I looked up at Wendy while trying not to panic. Blushing was not going to help me at all. And Davy-san was still drunk. “W-Wendy-san?”

“Hm?” The older Marine got down to sit on her knees, looking at me from eye-level now as she smiled. “What is it?”

“Do you have a kitchen? Eggs, sugar, and blueberries?”

The blond woman only blinked at me.

Baking the blueberry muffins were simple enough. Thankfully, no one in the entirety of the Marine kitchen crew seemed to ask why a ten-year-old girl was working in the kitchen, in a white-pink-blue kimono dress too. They essentially steered clear of…well, basically every pathway I needed to get ingredients, strangely enough.

I had a feeling Wendy-san was the person to thank for that.

Still, as expected of a traveling sea crew. They had everything a cook and baker could ask for, from all-purpose flour to things like the regular milk and substitutes like almond milk. For safety reasons, I decided to go with almond milk when stirring it into the batter.

The muffins came out almost too perfect. Smelling sweet, blueberries almost melting, and tops bouncing back from a simple poke.

I couldn’t help but feel nervous when a blue gift box and magenta ribbon magically showed up when I was looking away a few minutes later, just after the muffins cooled from being in the muffin tin.

Hisako?

My Nobody was cleaning the Oblivion Keyblade when I called for her. Nonetheless, she dropped it to look up at me. What is it, dear?

I outwardly put down baking paper to line the box, setting down muffins in an attempt to calm myself. I can do this, right?

Of course you can, Tomoko-chan. Hisako’s voice turned soft. Davy’s still Davy. He’s still a massive dork who gets way too much work on his hands, and he’s never rejected you. You’re okay.

I took a breath as soon as the lid went down to cover the muffins and I tied it down with the magenta ribbon. The bow was nice but finding a nearby star sequin to seal the deal helped. Okay. Okay.

I nodded to myself, slapped my cheeks, and took the box in my hands to walk down the hallways leading back to Davy-san’s office.

I can do this, I can do this.

When I opened the door, Wendy-san was at his immediate right side, organizing some of the loose papers that had scattered from…well, the gigantic piles of paperwork flanking Davy-san’s head. If anything, the scene paralleled some of the worst moments I saw on the Hokage’s side back in Konoha, where canon Tsunade kept complaining to Shizune about the workload. Don’t get me started on how Boruto showed Naruto as a workaholic who couldn’t even spend time with his family.

There was no way I could let Davy-san become like that.

Wendy-san still noticed me as soon as I walked close, smiling happily at the box in my hands before nudging the apparently slumbering Davy with a hand. Not a good sign. Weren’t drunks not supposed to sleep the alcohol off? “Davy, Davy, Tomoko-chan’s here for you.”

“Buuuuh?” he slurred, slowly raising his head from his desk, and I tried not to flinch at the massive bedhead and redness covering his person. He was definitely bowled over. “Tomo—?”

I tried to push the embarrassment down as much as I could, even with the familiar heat of nervousness and anxiety flooding my face. My hair ribbon was on the other side of my head, being the left instead of the right, and I wanted to fiddle with it so much if not for the task at hand.

Tomoko-chan, breathe. You’re okay, you can do this.

I-It’s okay, it’s okay.

As Hisako instructed, I inhaled as much air as I could. Even with how red I was getting, I still extended my arms to offer the box in his direction. If not for me standing a few inches away from his desk, I might as well have shoved them in his face. “Muffins f-for Davy-san! They’re blueberry, and, and, I know that you’re busy and all, but I thought these would help, so—”

Dear gosh, I was rambling. I was doomed.

Davy-san only stared at me blankly.

Wendy-san’s proud stare in my direction helped a bit. At least.

I inhaled again, opening my eyes slowly to look at him with the best smile I could muster right now. Probably shy-looking and nervous as all freaking hell. “I know you work a lot, so I thought you’d like these…” I raised the box again, trying not to jostle the sweets inside. “I baked them myself?”

I was not expecting Davy-san to disappear in a matter of seconds and reappear right behind me, hugging me from behind. “I would literally kill for you.”

What.

“Eh?” I blinked. Something wet was starting to drip into the back of my hair, and the grip on my shoulders was pretty strong as the scent of cologne mixed with something definitely related to alcohol graced my nose. Wendy-san was starting to laugh into her hands, and the muffin box was limp in my own.

He didn’t even take the box.

I was more worried about the declaration that was just said. Without thinking, I detached one of my hands from the muffin box to instead reach over and pat one of the arms still holding onto me. “Davy-san?”

The Marine was silent.

Dork. I smiled while leaning back against him, still holding onto the box while reciprocating the sudden hug via patting his arm. “You don’t have to kill for me, okay? All that would make me happy right now is to see you happy. Relaxed, free of work, and able to enjoy a blueberry muffin. That’s all I want.”

I have enough people willing to kill for me already.

That was left unsaid, though.

Davy-san was quiet for a few more moments, but his grip on my shoulders tightened as a nose brushed the side of my head. “Thanks,” was the soft reply, and he squeezed me again. “Sis.”

OH MY—

My heart leapt up in my chest as Wendy-san nearby started to take on sparkles, raising a camera. I didn’t even have time to think about where she got it. I was in this situation, with a drunk Marine, and gosh. Even with the impending embarrassment and cooing spiel from Hisako and Wendy-san both, my reply was honest. He was a dork. “Love you too, Davy-san.”

“Aaaaah,” was the reply. Then a rough kiss pressed to the top of my head.

Goodness. He really was drunk if he went on to do that.

The scent of alcohol was still strong though, so I poked that same arm with my hand. Talks could be saved for later. “Now c’mon, you need rest! I have muffins!”

It was something. At least.

[86quills]

Pounding Heart

Wham!

“Don’t you dare…” Sakura took a deep breath, heart hammering in her chest as she tried to keep the flood of panic at bay. “Don’t you dare die and leave me with your pervert cousin…” Because if you do, I’m pretty damn sure he’d lose his shit and then your whole fucking clan is going to murder me, revive me and then murder me again…she almost threw up at the thought.

Another powerful, chakra enhanced fist pounded his chest and then another and another.

Itachi gasped, choking on air as his back arched in pain, dark eyes wild and dilated. Cradling his head in her lap, Sakura unconsciously placed a tender kiss on his temple, sagging in relief and drawing his dazed attention. “Please don’t ever fucking do that again, Itachi…” she whispered, pumping her chakra into him to stabilize his vitals.

Shisui dropped down beside them and she had never been more happy to see him.

“He’s alive…” she assured, getting ready to haul him across her shoulders, but Shisui beat her to it.

Her eyes were already assessing the damage he’d taken—bruises and lacerations, a broken rib or two judging by his breathing and low on chakra. About to protest, Sakura bit her tongue when he shook his head and gave her a pained smile. “I’ve got him. I need you free in case there’s another war party on the loose.” In case you need to escape and leave us behind…

She tsked and stepping forward, placed a healing hand to his side to mend his ribs. “Don’t be dramatic.”

He stole a quick kiss much to Sakura’s chagrin. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Save your energy. You’re going to need it for the run back home.”

…

Sakura was exhausted. A stay-in-bed-all-day type of exhausted where the only thing she wanted to do was sleep and flop around, maybe eat if she could manage, but mostly just sleep. But damn, she couldn’t. With a tired groan, she rolled out of bed and dragged herself to the shower.

An hour later, she was walking into the Uchiha compound, mentally preparing herself for what would certainly be a very long day. She briefly wondered how she got sucked into doing this and then remembered that it was all Tsunade’s fault. How convenient of the blonde to offer up her apprentice to oversee the annual Uchiha shinobi physicals. Ugh, who did I piss off in my past life?

Personally, Sakura would’ve just forced everyone to show up at the hospital by threatening each and every one of them with low ranking missions, but ‘in the interest of clan relations’, Tsunade had given them this small inch. Though Sakura knew it was simply to shut the Uchiha elders up. 

“Sakura-senpai!”

She looked up and waved, making a beeline for where the others had set up shop. The medics had commandeered one of the many traditional homes on the Uchiha compound and had partitioned the space into smaller, private rooms for the physicals.

“Catch me up, Moegi,” Sakura said as she accepted the steaming cup of coffee from the young, doe-eyed medic in training.

“Five medics on site, including you. Rooms have all been set up and everything’s good to go, Sakura-senpai.”

“How many Uchiha are we expecting?”

“Forty-seven.”

Moegi helped Sakura into her white chief medic coat as the others walked onto the roka. Sakura could’ve killed Tsunade right then and there when she saw who she was saddled with. All fresh, doe-eyed girls. Fan girls. Masquerading as medics in training. This had to be payback for swiping a few bottles of her best sake. Granted, these physicals would be easy enough for their skill levels, but what the hell! She didn’t need to deal with puddles of goo and lovesick babies today. Suppressing a sigh, Sakura took a deep breath. She’d been doing that a lot lately it seemed.

“I demand complete professionalism today, ladies. Lose that and I’ll have no issue kicking your asses back to the hospital and calling for replacements. Absolutely no fangirling. Are we understood?”

“B-but Sakura-senpai, what if we can’t help it?”

She raised a brow, an almost scary smile curving her lips. “You’re medics. You better be able to help it.”

“It’s not fair. Sakura-senpai has had lots more experience dealing with beautiful men.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at their eager, yet nervous expressions. She certainly did have more experience, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t immune. She was still a hot-blooded female, thank you very much and only twenty five. Though admittedly, it did help to have two of Konoha’s most sought after bachelors as best friends. Their stupidity tended to overshadow their good looks however, and over time Sakura had developed a certain resistance.

“Complete professionalism,” she repeated. “Now get going. I can already feel a few patients approaching.”

“Hai, Sakura-senpai!”

It was easy enough to get through the physicals and much to her surprise, Sakura found she didn’t need to intervene as much as she thought she would. Uchihas certainly weren’t known for their chattiness and they only showed her medics the utmost respect. Polite. Quiet. Assessing. If they were amused by the girls and their admiring stares, they didn’t show it.

“Sakura…”

She looked up from her notes and smiled. “Hey, Itachi. Have a seat.” She pointed to the medical bed in the center of the room. “I’ll be over in a sec.” 

“Shizune-san?”

“Last minute diplomatic trip to Suna,” she explained.

“Aa.”

“Shirt off, please and take a seat.” 

He did as he was asked, as silent as ever. No wasted words. Finishing the last of her notes, she placed the clipboard down and walked over. She didn’t think anyone would argue about Itachi Uchiha’s masculine allure or down-right gorgeousness. He was perhaps the epitome of a Konoha shinobi. Sleek. Powerful. Devastating. So good it was downright scary sometimes. 

“How’re you feeling today?”

“Fine.”

“Fully recovered I hope after last week’s ‘let me be a hero’ episode?” Sakura smiled sweetly. She deliberately invaded his personal space by stepping in between his legs and placing a warm hand on his chest, letting her chakra flow into his body.

His dark eyes flickered, gaze growing more intense. “Fully recovered, Sakura. I assure you.”

“Good.” Sometimes these men needed reminding that despite their genius, they were all still human and needed to take care.

“Now take a deep breath. Release.”

He had a strong heartbeat. Lungs were fine and his injuries sustained during their last ANBU mission were mostly healed. Her hand lingered on his left side, fingers fluttering over the oblong green yellow bruise. Served him right.

“You didn’t heal it.” His voice was deep and even. Silently, she cursed him for sounding good enough to eat. Like dark, velvety chocolate.

“How are your eyes?”

“Fine.”

She raised a pink brow and then drew closer to take a deeper look.

“Sasuke complains sometimes about headaches after prolonged use of his Sharingan. You must experience the same thing, probably worse.” There was a lilting threat somewhere in between her soft spoken words as she rested her fingers on his temples.

“Occasionally,” he murmured. 

“There’s a lot of pressure that can build up when you’re channeling so much chakra into one area of your body. Because of this, your eyes tend to suffer a lot of strain.” Sakura then gently began massaging the areas around his eyes, smiling when he, whether intentional or not, let them drift closed. With every soft caress and stroke, she fed small bursts and sinewy tendrils of her chakra in and around, restoring and relaxing the strong pathways that fueled his bloodline limit.

“Does it hurt?”

Itachi offered a noncommittal grunt which she took as a no. “Shisui says it feels like foreplay. Figures the perv would somehow relate it back to sex,” Sakura divulged with an airy chuckle.

“You’ve done this for him?”

“Mmhmm. He saw me do it a few days ago on Sasuke and Kakashi and said he wanted in.” His silence was telling. “Are you feeling left out?” she teased, pushing back a stray lock of his long black hair.

“Hn.”

Sakura laughed as she finished up. “Don’t be. It’s something new I’m trying out. Consider yourselves my little guinea pigs.” 

Itachi opened his eyes when she stepped away.

“Better?” she asked, biting her bottom lip and suddenly anxious to hear what he thought.

“Aa.”

Sakura smiled, resigning herself to his monosyllabic answers but still feeling playful. “Better than foreplay?” 

“Much better. More like the after effects of an orgasm.” He didn’t miss a beat and she burst into a fit of laughter, shoving his shoulder as her face heated.

“It does not!”

He caught her hand and for a moment, she felt her heart stutter and butterflies rise in her stomach at the rather intimate gesture. Lacing his fingers through hers, he lifted his gaze from their intertwined hands and pulled her even closer.

“I never thanked you for saving my life.”

Sakura forced her brain to function again. “I’m pretty sure I owe you a few more lives, Itachi.”

His eyes darkened as an almost secretive smile quirked his lips, but just as soon as it appeared, it was gone.

“Sakura-hime!” The shoji screen whipped open and Shisui swept in, a black-haired whirlwind so unlike the typical, stoic Uchihas she was used to.

“Hey, Shisui,” she greeted over her shoulder before turning back to Itachi who still held her hand captive. He finally let her go though after a few insistent tugs.

“Your vitals are good, all in tip top shape, to be honest,” Sakura said, jotting down a few final notes on a paper pad she had grabbed from her front coat pocket.

“Did you get to experience Sakura’s magic hands?” Shisui asked curiously, mischief dancing in his eyes. 

“Don’t make it sound dirty!” “It was an innocent question!”

Just then, there was a loud thump from the room next door. Sakura already knew what it was and mentally face-palmed.

“Ah, Sakura-san…”

She smiled apologetically at the handsome Uchiha who appeared in the doorway, looking mildly panicked. “Don’t worry about it, Hiro.” He nodded in relief and quickly went on his way.

Shisui and Itachi both hid a smirk, but Sakura could see it in their eyes. “Pain in the asses…”

“Can’t help that girls fall at our feet. You know, Uchiha genes and all,” Shisui bemoaned, biting back his Cheshire grin.

She rolled her pretty, green eyes and whacked him on the shoulder as she walked by to attend to the puddle of medic-goo next door.

“She’s mine,” Itachi stated after Sakura had left the room, glancing at Shisui.  

He raised a brow in challenge. “Staking claims already, little cousin?”

Itachi narrowed his eyes before they both disappeared. 

Later, Sakura would wonder what the hell had happened when they both showed up on her doorstep, battered and bruised.

…

[pushpressure]

Part 7 of Sasuino Post

My post 6 pretty much went into how the marriage of Sasuke and Ino worked with Sai included to keep clan traditions still working and how it shaped the children but now I want to focus more closely to the family itself. 

Being parents:

(Ino)

(Sasuke)

(Sai)

- I just imagine Sasuke and Sai trying to be the best dads they can be because they know they are socially awkward without the best family history (Sai being adopted to become a tool by Danzo of all people and Sasuke having a loving but also verbal abusive father with a mother he wasn’t close with).

-Sai honestly thinks any child coming out of Ino is beautiful even if they aren’t his because he never saw blood as something important (Shin wasn’t his biological brother but has been that one emotionally link that prevented Sai from completely losing his heart). As a father, Sai is just careful and learns from his children as he grows into a father. Almost anything they do, anything they feel, anything they dream, he wants to know and understand why and be supportive where it was appropriate. He doesn’t punish his children immediately. He talks, lets them cool down and work out solutions.

-For Sasuke, he actually can’t help avoiding his kids due to having the anxiety that he might become someone worse than his father and that his past may influence his children into making the same stupid choices. He doesn’t want to destroy them like his clan had bought destruction upon themselves because of a lie. He knew that he had to be a father in order to restore his clan and to pass down techniques but anything else within his culture seemed toxic. His children and Inojin at first thought they did something wrong to make him dislike them, but when the partial truth is told, they feel pity. They do their best to cheer up Sasuke with gifts and lots of love like how Sai, Ino, Uncle Naruto and their friends do for them. Sasuke is always overwhelmed by their kindness and is proud to see how they recreate the clan without him being too much involved.

- Ino is basically the normal parent who treats the kids as normal kids. Scolds them when appropriate, encourages them to do their best, have fun and embarrass them, and makes sure they take their time maturing since a flower that grows too quickly won’t be prepared to adapt to their changing environment.

Now welcome to the kids (I can’t draw for the life of me and using gifs would be awkward for me, so please accept the Mega Anime Avatar Creator versions):

1. Inojin Yamanaka - Him and his canon counterpart pretty much share a lot of similarities, but this Inojin actually has siblings, so he’s a lot more thoughtful for those younger than him. He does grow up to take over the Yamanaka clan but only becomes a part timer at the Analysis team since he rather work on computer designing for video games and movies.

2. Kotsume Yamanaka (Uchiha) - Her name means otter in Japanese, and it’s a nod to itachi’s name meaning weasel. Both belong to the weasel family. She’s vibrant and sociable just like her mother, but unlike both her parents, she doesn’t like to rise to a serious challenges due to her fear of failure. She’s willing to work hard to become good at something, but doesn’t like to put it to the test without teammates. However she will rise to solving a good mystery since she is prone to curiosity and discovery that she constantly wonders off and sometimes even gets in trouble. Her life is all about spontaneity and never about the future which can be both a good and bad thing.  

- She’s born with Sasuke’s hair, and just like how Ino looks nothing color-wise like her father, Kotsume has her blue eyes but darker.

- She’s a very loving person. She accepts anyone and is sympathetic to many except for those who are abusively controlling. She’s literally someone who is easy to open up to, bring into your home, or even shop for despite just meeting. This gives her huge leverage for her mystery-solving days.

-Kotsume’s hobby is creating different things from blankets to clothes that she always brings fabric and a sewing kit with her for just-in-case purposes. She also has scrolls to summon up helpers.

- Despite being the oldest Uchiha sibling. she’s the last one to gain her sharingan until her thirties when tragedy struck for her closest friends. The sharingan has always been activated at a young age for the Uchiha clan, so no one knew that it would throw her into clinical depression since her body can’t easily adapt to the physical change, so she always takes medical pills to balance herself. 

-She’s the child who will grow up to travel the world as an artist and probably an unintentional detective.

3. Renge Yamanaka (Uchiha) - Her name means “Lotus Flower”. Ino had Sasuke pick a flower he liked so she could come up with her name. Renge takes more after Sasuke where she prefers to train and spend time alone in peace. However unlike her father who is a lone wolf who used to crave power, she was heavily influenced by Kakashi-sensei, so she’s humble with her skills. And from her mother, she shows great social skills and maturity for a leader. 

 - She is born with Sasuke’s eyes with platinum blonde hair from her mother.

- Despite her distant yet kind nature, she’s actually very vain and a clean freak. If someone does not keep their appearance to a 100% or at least bring some good character with it to put it to a 100, then she deems them to not be worth her consideration. She always makes sure her family members are properly clean after a mission and will always be the person who will wash a person’s back. Because of this, she’s the one in charge of helping Sasuke wash up after coming home.

- Her hobby is photography and also mosaic art since her favorite aesthetic is how broken things that are deemed useless can become something beautiful when bought together. She basically lives for the aesthetic that she has scrolls that’ll summon lights and all the necessary materials to give her the right look for her photos that she posts them in her anonymous blog. She’s famously the #AestheticNinja.

- She gained her sharingan at the age of fifteen when a mission went wrong and her teammate was killed. She had witnessed death before, but this death was far too sudden that the shock activated it, and her perfect fighting choreography was thrown out of balance until Kakashi and her father helped her regain it. Ino helped her progress emotionally to handle the ptsd she formed.

- She continues on to become a shinobi after graduating from being the academy. Naruto picked her to become his anbu when she enters her twenties since she continues to show her efficiency in a mission and her ability to overcome tragedy.

4. Takara Yamanaka (Uchiha) - Her name was inspired by Sasuke’s usage of hawks such as Garuda. She is by far the girliest of the Uchiha sisters and has no interest in being a ninja. Although she’s very skilled with medical ninjutsu and creating poisons like Shizune since they can come in handy if someone were to kidnap or attack her for being an Uchiha. Other than that, she rather be running the flower shop, shopping and going to the dance club with friends.

- She has black hair like her father, but she makes it wavy because it makes her look cuter. Her eyes are shaped like her father’s but the color is more like her grandfather’s eyes that were a greenish blue. This picture doesn’t show it well, but she’s the chubbiest of her family but not as chubby as Chouchou.

- She’s the closest to Ino where the two spend a ton of time together when her mother is not on a mission, that it helps her act as the mediator of her siblings. If they have a problem, she’s the easiest to approach to about this sort of thing since she has the least amount of problems and more free time. She doesn’t like being involved in drama or complicating things. She disregards making up any rivalry with any of the females despite how her mother tells her that it creates a special bond. If pushed, she will become violent but with her words, and words won’t affect her since she accepts who she is and loves herself despite her flaws unless they truly present themselves as a real problem. This does give her a distant and superficial first impression, but it just shows how well put together she is. She knows when to have embarrassing fun, when to work hard and will work with others even if it meant lowering her pride, but she won’t let anyone walk all over her. - Her hobby actually ranges from creating poisons to perfumes, shopping, and even a bit of painting like Sai and Inojin, but her main interest is pottery. Of all her family members, she has the most deft hands and the best self control which made her a natural with medical ninjutsu. She upgrades the Yamanaka flower shop into also a place to buy beautiful pottery. She also gets her siblings involved in improving the store and designing her pottery.

- Despite not wanting to be a ninja, she actually gained her sharingan at the tender age of five when Ino had been heavily injured during a mission that required surgery. The tense atmosphere and the panic of her siblings caused her to awaken it. Sasuke had helped her understand the sharingan and how to master it, but she had only ever used the sharingan if ever confronted in a serious battle which is rare since her older siblings will protect her.

- She becomes the CEO of the Yamanaka flower shop and expands its business beyond Konoha and from just selling flowers. Of course when running a business, things can become superficial with money involved, but she always try to keep things to a genuine level where she always makes the world see what she wants to make now with the best advertisements.

As for the future of the Uchiha Clan:

The Uchiha clan by name actually dissolves with Sasuke. Considering that it was the descendants of the Uchiha who took away the peace that Hagoromo worked hard to create and that Sasuke continued that line of misguided hatred.

So instead, Renge and Takara who will become mothers (Kotetsu has no interest in being a parent) will change their last name together to create the new Sannai clan. Sannai is a combination of the kanji Yama (山) from Yamanaka and Uchi (内) from Uchiha. It can mean the same as Yamanaka: In the mountains, but it can also mean within the grounds of a temple.

Renge acts as the leader of the clan, where she teaches her and Takara’s children about the history of the sharingan, the importance of humility, love and teamwork. 

The Sannai clan would continue to expand with those teachings but some will integrate with other clans inside and outside Konoha, and thus incidentally, it kind of forms into its own belief system like Taoism that openly teaches only the basics of the Yamanaka clan’s telepathic technique so people could connect in a deeper level. 

And just like its namesake, temples are created for the clan within the mountains that’s open for anyone who wish to learn about it. Of course, it doesn’t disconnect itself from the world. They take world matters to the temples, and like an appropriate school, create a ton of debates and create leaders who will try to do something about the problem without the use of dictatorship. 

Their main goal is to instill the true feeling of love that isn’t run by obsession or lust. They also try to make people tolerant of each other despite having different opinions that could be insulting. 

It’s basically a great place for people with emotional issues to go to.

So that’s what I wanted to state. I know not many are charmed with OC children but these three have been knocking in my head. 

So Thank You for reading! 

[burstingchrysanthemums]

The Daily Task of Preventing My Disciple from Turning to the Dark Side: Chapter 5

Not waiting for Mu Chen to speak, the female cultivator from the sixth palace suddenly opened her mouth. "This disciple from Xiuyang palace carries Shishu's portrait. Today, those who dare to wrestle Shishu's face, this female of Xiuyang palace will not let them off."

These words were not soft, though the voice of the woman is very pleasant to hear. In this group of old men it's particularly striking and the main hall suddenly became peaceful.

Mu Chen: "..."

What would a female practitioner do with his portrait? Exorcise ghosts?

The man on her left looks honest and, seeing that the old men around are dissatisfied, speaks up. Though he doesn't dare to show his contempt, he kindly reminded her: "Shimei (Younger Martial Sister), you are one of the Palace Lords, remember modesty and restrain yourself a bit."

It sounded right, and carefully thought out because it had another meaning. It was a reminder that she should remember her place and hold back her opinion!

Bai Xunrong's beautiful eyes swept around the hall, throwing back her chest, and sneered: "Modesty? The Cutting Soul Knife doesn't know what restraint means."

This sentence made all of the elders shrink back, not daring to have an opinion any more. Obviously, they all know that Bai is not someone who should be provoked.

Only a few of the main hall's twelve elders have some spunk, the arrogant Bai Xunrong really is not ordinary. On her right side is an empty seat. Was it reserved for Sunshine Palace's Lord?

The sixth is a solemn-faced blue-clothed elder. Noticing that several elders have discontented expressions, he tries to get them to cool off or calm down: "That unstable broken bell, if Mu Chen wants to take it away to please his disciple, give it to him."

The one who spoke is Liu Han of Hanyang Palace, a practitioner who is currently in the middle stage of the Purification period. He and Mu Chen have an amicable relationship, having entered Cloud Gate sect together. Liu Han is the type who will not hesitate to draw his sword to chop people up. The man is a killer but his will is strong so he is not a person who is consumed by his heart demon. His swordsmanship is fierce. Since he called the sect’s treasure a broken bell, the others do not dare to refute his words because of the ice-cold aura emanating from his sword and his threatening manner. No one wants to look for trouble.

An old man quickly stood up, laughed and said: "To give the Soul Bell to Mu Chen, we cannot agree. There should be a condition. If the sect ever needs the bell, it must be handed over."

Mu Chen saw their attitude and was unhappy. If their own masters were to speak, none of them would have dared to question but when it's him they dare treat him this way?[^1] Do they really think of him as someone who cares for nothing but alchemy? 

Very good! It seems he has not shown his power so that they all think they can bully him.

A white figure flashed, the old man fell down onto his seat. Mu Chen's face is cold and his lips are curled in a sneer. Compared to the hypocrite, this group of old and pious men really are not hiding their thoughts. When would he ever need anyone from this faction? When he has no brains?

Mu Chen looked disgustedly at the other, saying: "You are not qualified to speak to this elder. Only your teacher has the right."

"You...it was impolite of this disciple." Sitting down, his face red, the elder shut his mouth, not daring to speak another word. Mu Chen really made his teeth itch with anger.

Lesson learnt, now the others in the main hall will have to think twice about speaking up.

A Palace Lord then stood up, cupping his hands to Mu Chen in a courteous salute, and politely asking: "If we cannot make the exchange with elder Mu Chen, what do you plan to do next?"

Mu Chen looked at the other party whose eyes are trying to mask a greedy mind. His tone is light: "I heard that Hunyuan Zong has a qin (musical instrument), the timbre is good."

His words are slow and casual but the meaning is clear. If he cannot exchange the pills for the Soul Bell, then he can also give it to another sect to exchange it for other things. Though he has never done this kind of trade, as long as his heart is comfortable, Mu Chen never cared about rules.

To the dissatisfied elders, this sentence gives them an excuse to counterattack. Speaking in a low voice, the elder that Mu Chen rebuked before said: "This is to betray the sect, is it not?"

The five people in the seats of honor are dismayed. The snoring sound of the person who is asleep in his seat also vanishes. Liu Han's hand fell on his sword hilt. Yue Ming Ze also frowned but it is Mu Chen who moves the fastest.

Long, white sleeves swaying, he places his hand on the other's face. This is ruthless move that means he wants to take the other's life.

Punish one as a warning to others!

He does not dare to contradict Bai Xunrong, but dares to contradict him? Does he think that it's better to bully Mu Chen than a woman?

Mu Chen's phoenix eyes are murderous. Today if his prestige cannot be raised then tomorrow some people will think he can be bullied and his disciples will be despised.

The thought of Gu Yunjue, that child with a sensitive temperament whose life became distorted and turned into a killer, being bullied... Mu Chen could not bear it. This time he will protect the little disciple and never let him be wronged.

Sensing this stream of familiar power fluctuations, the person sitting beside a window innocently swinging his legs turned his face towards the main peak. His eye color as deep as an ink stain, he wondered who the master is fighting. Who is dirtying his master's white hands?

Mu Chen turned suddenly, no one had time react and the other was blasted into the center of the main hall by Mu Chen's spiritual power. Lying there with an embarrassed, bloody face, the elder was completely taken by surprise. He had not expected Mu Chen to dare to lay hands on him.

However, Mu Chen is not finished. His long fingers flashed and, suddenly, numerous white flames appeared. The temperature of the flames was not clear but the space around them seemed to be distorted. The air beside Mu Chen was full of flames. They looked like groups of butterflies and in the blink of an eye had multiplied into thousands. Each one can take the life of the practitioner on the on the floor, burning him away in an instant.

Yue Ming Ze sees that the flames were not stopping. He hurriedly cried out: "Please spare his life!"

Mu Chen snapped his fingers to stop the flames, giving Yue Ming Ze some face.

The people in the audience are shocked at this fantastic scene. The way they now look at Mu Chen has changed. This white flame is a legend! One of the three ancient fires, nine Yang Minghuo! Burned by this flame, even the spirit cannot stay. Mu Chen unexpectedly wields this type of supernatural power. The rumors are true!

And Mu Chen's spiritual power control is almost to the point of metamorphosis, shaping the flames in a lifelike form, and even the word "genius" cannot describe this ability.

How old is he? Only a hundred years old and he has already reached the Purification stage.

Yue Ming Ze's hands, hidden in his sleeves, are trembling. Shishu seems more frightening now. Before, he had never tried to ruthlessly kill people without a word.

With indifferent, pitiless eyes, Mu Chen coldly said: "Those who do not understand how to respect the teacher, stand up."

No one spoke. Mu Chen grunted contemptuously. Sure enough, if he beats one of them up, the rest will become more obedient.

Yue Ming Ze waved his sleeves and in his role as sect master solemnly said: "The soul bell will be exchanged for the two pills. The elder defied a superior, therefore he will be placed in the detention peak for a hundred years. If there is a next time he will be punished mercilessly."

When some people wanted to open their mouth to object to Yue Ming Ze's words, Mu Chen humphed...the sound was chilling, implying a dormant but murderous mood. Those people closed their mouths obediently.

Again Mu Chen thought: I really need to beat up people more!

-----

Mu Chen went with Yue Ming Ze to the sanctuary to take the soul bell then returned to the Sunshine Palace. Gu Yunjue was in his little attic room. Seeing that he has changed his clothes, Mu Chen gave a satisfied nod. The little disciple looks good and the clothes suit him well.

Happy that his master did not bring one of the mud monkeys with him, Gu Yunjue laughed, squinting his eyes merrily.

To Mu Chen his disciple's innocent face and uncalculated laughter were very soothing. He perked up instantly, spirits greatly improved. Lifting up his disciple and throwing him up in the air, Mu Chen was in a playful mood.

Gu Yunjue's eyes opened wide. He was thrown up so high that the three-meter high roof was only an inch from his head! He fell... to be caught by a thin arm, then thrown up again...

The disciple was thrown up in the air seven or eight times. Gu Yunjue couldn't stand it anymore, his tiny body really couldn't cope with this. Quickly, he grabbed Mu Chen's sleeves, saying: "Shizun..."

In Mu Chen's cold face his eyes are exceptionally bright, "Up high."

Jing Ting is envious of Gu Yunjue. He also wants the Palace Lord to throw him up high!

Gu Yunjue: "..."

Having given his disciple an exclusive love reward, Mu Chen's mood is good. Glancing at the room's furnishings, Mu Chen saw that it was like the rest of the Palace. He had never cared about such things, simply using whichever furniture was most convenient, but he remembered that in his past life his disciple liked gorgeous, luxurious things. The Gu Yunjue of the past preferred fancy and expensive food and clothing. He ordered Jing Ting: "Go to the treasure house and pick some furniture. The things here are to be changed."

He felt that he should satisfy the child's fondness for lavish things now. Otherwise, if he had too little during his childhood then when he grew up he would want more and become too greedy.

Jing Ting eyes held complex emotions as he glanced at Gu Yunjue. With a cold expression on his face, he left.

A moment later Gu Yunjue's room held new furniture. All of the items were treasures and gave off the white glow of spiritual power. Gu Yunjue knew that these are some rare spiritual items.

The tables and chairs were of Qingyang wood which was grown from trees in the Demon World's evil valley. It has the function of driving out demons and nourishing the spirit. This kind of material, a small piece of it is worth thousands of Lingshi but his master casually used it to make furniture.

At the window was a black guqin glowing with a blue light, obviously a magical weapon.

Mu Chen asked him gently, "Do you like it?"

Gu Yunjue plucked the strings, strumming a few atonal notes. He smiled gently and cutely proclaimed: "I love it, Shizun is the best.”

Mu Chen felt that words of praise from little children are the best to listen to. He rubbed Gu Yunjue's head then embraced him, throwing him up in the air again.

Gu Yunjue: "..."

Previous Chapter       Table of Contents     Next Chapter

------

Translator’s notes:

[^1]: It seems that most of the elders in the hall are Mu Chen's martial nephews and nieces who are a generation beneath him. Mu Chen is of the generation of their masters. Therefore, the people in hall should not rudely talk back to him since he is their uncle. Mu Chen feels that their teachers, who are of the same generation as Mu Chen, are the only ones who can talk to him as equals.

By the way, the main hall assembly that ended in a face-slapping session was very hard to translate since everyone seems to be speaking in third person. I wasn’t even sure sometimes if they were talking about themselves or someone else.

For example, from the tone of the conversation and the context, I’m pretty sure that Bai Xunrong said that she has Mu Chen’s portrait but the literal translation of what she said is “The disciple from Xiuyang Palace...” Theoretically she could have meant that someone else, but it’s probably Bai herself, right?

When Mu Chen said “Those who do not understand how to respect the teacher,...” I think he meant himself as “the teacher.” He was talking in third person.

Comments:

I’m still laughing at the “exclusive love reward” hahahahaha!

I’m not confident about the translations for Liu and Bai’s parts since it has a lot of weird syntax and esoteric terms. They are both badass, that’s what I understood. I should be able to translate better once I have more chapters under my belt.

Please leave a message below if you have a comment or correction. I don’t have an editor yet. Thank you for reading.