Yi Cong Yin Novels

Li Changsheng had nothing going for him except his looks, scraping by as a smooth-talking swindler. Until one day, karma caught up. He was forced to become the head of the "Calamity Division." Vicious ghosts, monstrous wraiths with overwhelming power, sworn enemies drenched in blood—all of them set their sights on him. The Calamity Division waited eagerly for him to restore its former glory. Li Changsheng: "……" ...Me? *** Three hundred years prior, Lord Chong of Xueyujing, Du Shangheng, sacrificed himself to save the world. A peerless immortal, noble as the distant moon—untouchable, compassionate, divine. Adored and revered, his legend endured long after his passing. Three centuries later, everyone stared at the lazy, silver-tongued liar, Li Changsheng, in stunned silence. *No way. Absolutely no way this guy is my white moonlight.* *Lord Chong… what the hell happened to you these three hundred years?!* *My good-for-nothing, pretty-faced Head of Division can't possibly be my white moonlight!*

Chu Zhaohuai, with scant familial ties and a frail body, was foretold by the royal astrologer to face a calamity at eighteen—surviving it would guarantee a lifetime of smooth sailing. Shortly after his eighteenth birthday, his family discarded him, scheming to marry him off to the capital’s most dreaded figure of slaughter as a sacrificial offering. —Legend had it that Ji Xun, the slaughter god, suffered grave battlefield injuries, descending into madness that turned him into a merciless killer. Chu Zhaohuai: *"..."* Fortunately, the slaughter god was also on death’s doorstep. Enduring until his final breath would see the calamity through. Chu Zhaohuai prayed devoutly, wishing fervently for Ji Xun’s swift demise and passage to paradise. At the Guardian Temple, he drew a fortune stick: *"The Prince enjoys robust health."* It was the worst possible omen. Overcome with delight, Chu Zhaohuai nearly wept joyful tears. Noticing the unshed tears glistening in his eyes, Ji Xun was deeply moved. Could it be… such profound devotion? *** "Slaughter God Weds a Male Bride" became the capital’s hottest gossip, with bets on how long the "Princess Consort" would last—three months, perhaps. Yet the once-ferocious slaughter god transformed into tender devotion, doting on Chu Zhaohuai with unparalleled care. Even in madness, he never harmed him, erupting in rage only to shield him from peril. Never before cherished, Chu Zhaohuai was overwhelmed, vowing: If he survived the calamity, he would spend his remaining years with Ji Xun. But then… Ji Xun died. For three sleepless nights in the snow, Chu Zhaohuai kept vigil, his heart withered with grief. *** As the capital’s tides turned, a new emperor ascended. Clad in mourning white, the ethereally frail beauty wandered aimlessly, clutching his late husband’s relics, exposed to the covetous schemes of opportunistic vultures. Until a black-robed figure emerged from the crowd, greeted by prostrate subjects roaring *"Long live the Emperor!"* —It was Ji Xun, alive after faking death, now ruler of all under heaven. While others expected tearful reunion, Chu Zhaohuai staggered to his knees in formal salute, murmuring: *"Your Majesty."* The exalted sovereign paled instantly.

Lu Shiqing, the entertainment industry's top visual with god-like beauty, is praised by his fans for his cold and world-weary demeanor, while haters call him arrogant and aloof. After a Chinese film awards ceremony, hashtags like #LuShiqingIsADiva and #LuShiqingIgnoresActorRong trended overnight. Gossip accounts speculated about their alleged feud. Months later, Rong Xu unexpectedly crossed paths with Lu Shiqing during a livestreamed variety show. Fans from both sides armed themselves with keyboards, ready for an online war, while casual viewers gathered for the drama. Under the gaze of millions… …the supposedly untouchable "high-altitude flower" Lu Shiqing remained as cold and distant as ever—until his smartwatch suddenly beeped, displaying: *High heart rate detected. You seem very excited.* Rong Xu: “?” Fans: “??” Audience: “????” *** Lu Shiqing—cold, aloof, and unapproachable in public, but secretly a severe social-phobic with awkward sincerity. His manager was fed up with the constant negative buzz and desperately wanted to strangle him into learning basic social skills. *Stop offending people, damn it!* By sheer accident, Lu Shiqing grew closer to Rong Xu, the famously outgoing and charismatic acting legend, and gradually picked up some smooth-talking charm. Just as his manager began to relax… …#LuShiqing’sInfamousQuote: "Let’s sleep together sometime." Manager: “?????? *I taught you to be sociable, not a menace!* *** Rong Xu recently made two fascinating discoveries: 1. The untouchable "high-altitude flower" Lu Shiqing was actually a socially awkward sweetheart. 2. This sweetheart had a crush on him. "I run into him at variety shows, interviews, and even parties—he’s clearly chasing me," Rong Xu bragged lazily to a friend. "The cold beauty is smitten. Being this popular is such a hassle. How do I reject him gently?" Said friend, a die-hard Lu Shiqing fan: *…Clenching fists.* Soon, a Weibo post went viral: #LuShiqing’sSecretAccount – 7 idols in 2 years, switching fandoms every 3 months like clockwork, ruthlessly moving on.# #Currently obsessing over Actor Rong Xu, but with the 3-month expiration date looming, signs of abandonment are clear.# Rong Xu: “…………”Socially Anxious Adorkable Bottom × Extroverted Lowkey Kinky Narcissistic Old Rogue Top.Bottom starts as Top's fan; Top eventually falls first and pursues Bottom.1V1, Mutual First Love, HE (Happy Ending)Note:① I don't stan idols or engage in fandom circles. No real-person references—entertainment setting is COMPLETELY fictional.② Thanks for your support!

Su Hansheng, the son of an immortal lord, is proud and noble but afflicted with the light-fearing "bone-adhering" poison, leading a reclusive life. In his youth, due to sheer stubbornness, his martial brother died tragically in a secret realm, his immortal lord’s relics were stolen, and his spiritual roots were severed by his betrothed before being cast into the Abyssal Prison. It was then that Su Hansheng discovered he possessed a sacred artifact of Heaven—Phoenix Bones. After perishing in the Abyssal Prison, Su Hansheng is reborn at seventeen. He remains "imprisoned" in obscurity, while old friends and sect members still shine as peerless talents. The Phoenix Bones are reborn from ashes. *** The unruly Phoenix Bones torment Su Hansheng with agonizing flare-ups; only a blind man from his past life in the Abyssal Prison could offer slight relief. After rebirth, Su Hansheng rushes to find him—but finds no trace. Until his birthday celebration, when a man clad in snow-white monastic robes, exuding divine elegance, casts him a cold glance with ink-green eyes—radiating untouchable sanctity and zen-like serenity. Su Hansheng falls silent. By the Heavens, his past-life lover… is a monk? And none other than the lofty World-Honored One of Mount Sumeru? Could anything be more absurd? An elder drags the expressionless Su Hansheng forward: "The World-Honored One was your father’s dearest friend. He even held you as a child—you should call him 'Uncle.'" Su Hansheng: "..." —Turns out, it *can* get more absurd. [Weakly faking obedience neurotic bottom] x [Compassionate monk (with hair) top], older top, HE. Notes: ① No familial or blood ties between top and bottom; "uncle" is a respectful term for elders. ②The story is a myth-inspired literary work, entirely fictional—no relation to reality. Reject superstition; trust science. ③ Gratitude for your support!

Xi Jianglan, the top spoiled brat in the Thirteen Prefectures, was pampered and overindulgent, offending countless powerful figures yet remaining unscathed under his family’s protection—until the day his entire clan was slaughtered. The sole survivor, Xi Jianglan lost all cultivation and became a sickly invalid who coughed up blood every few steps. *** With his downfall, old enemies gleefully piled on, eager for revenge. —Through sheer trickery and feigned madness, Xi Jianglan managed to hide his identity and survive. But when a certain powerful figure (whose grudge he’d long forgotten) held a blade to his throat, Xi Jianglan improvised on the spot: “Sheng Jiao is head-over-heels for me! He’s peerless in cultivation, the strongest in the Thirteen Prefectures! Harm me, and you’ll regret it.” Sheng Jiao: “…” Withdrawing his sword, Sheng Jiao remarked coolly, “Oh?”

Gong Wutong has read extensively and is obsessed with “Master Literature,” feeling more and more that he resembles that high-risk profession in the storybooks——the Master.As a Master, he is beautiful, strong, and miserable, as well as frail and sickly, coughing up a mouthful of blood every three steps.He has three disciples who hail from the Demon Race and have tragic pasts; each is exceptionally gifted, and they cling to their Master all day, competing for favor.A heavenly prophecy predicted that the three disciples would surely fall into the demon path one after another once they grew up.As night falls, Gong Wutong hooks the collar of his youngest disciple, hinting desperately: “What do you want most? Master can give you anything.”The youngest disciple says righteously: “I want to make the sect flourish and grow, become famous throughout the Nine Provinces, and bring honor to Master!”With a mind full of romantic thoughts, Gong Wutong’s smile freezes on his face: “…”The second disciple: “To shock the world with my name!”The eldest disciple: “Me too!”#Didn’t we agree to be rebellious toward Master?! You group of rebellious disciples who deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!#

Xiang Chongjing, with a radiant appearance and a sword that astonished the nine provinces, once risked his life in a secret realm to save a nest of ungrateful wretches, sealing away a vicious dragon. Yet he was falsely accused, his reputation ruined, his cultivation shattered, left to wither in a coffin within the realm. Sixty years later, the realm reopened. Finally free, Xiang Chongjing excitedly pushed open the coffin lid!!! The very same ingrates, now powerful figures, stood outside the coffin, gazing at him with anguish and regret. Xiang Chongjing: "..." "My apologies, farewell." Slowly, he closed the coffin lid again. The mighty figures: "..." Unbeknownst to him, the truth of sixty years ago had come to light—his innocence was proven. *** Xiang Chongjing had sealed the dragon within his own spirit. The dragon, fierce and untamed, sneered, "If I ever break free, I’ll devour you in one bite." Unfazed, Xiang Chongjing taunted, "If you escape, I’ll leap into your jaws myself as a snack." Then one day—karma struck. The dragon shattered the seal and regained its freedom. Xiang Chongjing: "..." #Xiang-The_Snack#

Yan Xingyu, the frail yet dazzlingly talented son of the chancellor, was a sickly, paralyzed man devoted to Buddhism who endured every hardship—earning him mockery from the capital’s elite for his supposed weakness. The Seventh Prince of the capital, temperamental and ruthless with unmatched martial prowess, was a slacker in his studies, derided by his brothers as an empty-headed fool. Then, by a twist of fate, they swapped bodies. *** Strange tales emerged in the capital, like the unlearned Seventh Prince stunning the court with his brilliant exam performance, winning imperial praise. Or how the chancellor’s feeble, bedridden son kicked his tormentor halfway across the street, leaving them coughing blood—leading onlookers to hail it as a modern medical miracle. #Seventh Prince: How was I supposed to know you were faking paralysis?# #Yan Xingyu: How was I to know you were pretending to be an idiot?# —You’re hopeless in letters, I’m useless in arms—a match made in heaven.

Suddenly transmigrating into a cool and cold master, Shen Gurong, in a cultivation novel, both the villain and the protagonist are his disciples, and the ending happily sees him getting tortured by the villain endlessly.The profession is extremely high-risk.Shen Gurong pretends to be calm, planning to teach the villain how to be a proper person.The little villain isn’t even the size of a dumpling, runs up to him and adorably acts coy: "Master, I want candy!"The little protagonist, full of gloom, stays a distance of eight feet away from Shen Gurong as if avoiding a monster, with a face full of "I want to deceive my master and destroy my ancestors!"Shen Gurong: "…???"No, who on earth is the protagonist and who is the villain?Until the end, when the grown-up protagonist gently "commits treason and heresy" against him, Shen Gurong finally understands…As a master in this special profession, it’s very high-risk regardless of whether your disciple is the protagonist or the villain.Danger, danger, danger.

Sui Yan spent his life scheming and exerting himself for years, ultimately clearing the name of his loyal master. Unexpectedly, in the end, he was given a cup of poisoned wine by that very person, meeting a tragic death in a desolate garden. When he woke from this grand dream, he found himself back in his youth, ready for revenge and retribution... Huh? What? No revenge or retribution? Sui Yan: I think lazing around and waiting to die is quite good.

Before entering the mountain, Zhou Fuxue believed the head disciple of a sect should be dignified, courteous, and exude solemnity in every action. But after joining Rizhao Mountain, he realized these descriptors couldn’t possibly apply to its eldest senior brother. Rizhao Mountain’s eldest senior brother, Mingzhu, was wild, irreverent, and practically a spoiled rogue. Every day, he either plotted to abandon the sect or schemed outright heresy. Aside from his good looks, he was nearly useless. Zhou Fuxue wondered, *Are other eldest senior brothers like this too?* Senior Brother: *Cultivation is all about indulging in pleasure—what? You say it’s for immortality? Fine, then I cultivate so I can indulge in pleasure* forever*!* Zhou Fuxue: *Are other eldest senior brothers* really *like this?!?!* A nonsense xianxia setup—no cultivation, just romance. Pairing: Zhou Fuxue x Mingzhu. Cold, nagging junior (gong) x free-spirited senior (shou). Shou POV, starts funny, gets serious with slight angst (probably). Younger gong, 1v1, power couple.