阴差阳错 Novels

She was the revered master of Beifa Palace, the foremost sacred sect of cultivation, living a life of ascetic detachment—until fate unraveled entirely after taking in a little disciple. Nan Xiong pondered endlessly but could never quite figure out how teaching her disciple ended up leading them to bed. For Qinghuan, her master was her entire world. Nan Xiong gave her a second life and became her sole attachment in this lifetime. Thus, she defied all moral conventions, dragging Nan Xiong from the heavens down into hell. Yet, as fate would have it, the moment it arose, it vanished—what was born was already void. This was a love forbidden by the world, yet also one that flowed like a quiet river, etching itself into bone and marrow. From the icy peaks of the polar mountains to the bustling rivers and lakes; from naïve dependence to deep, lingering devotion. "Peach blossoms, spring breeze, a cup of wine; ten years of rain and lamplight by the riverside." When the dust finally settled, all she wished was to hold hands and return with her beloved to the original Rongku Pavilion, witnessing the myriad facets of life, the passing of seasons… ***********************Informal Summary**: Actually, this is just the story of a naive sweetheart picked up by an icy master, painstakingly raised into a mature, doting wife—only to successfully push said master over, marry her, and spend the rest of their days in sickeningly sweet domestic bliss… until she realizes: *Holy crap, my wife is the one who massacred my entire family! But I still want to hold her hand and watch flowers bloom, clouds drift, and time pass peacefully! Help! What do I do?!* **P.S.** Let me repeat—this is *wuxia*, not *xianxia*. Beifa focuses on cultivation, not immortality. Nan Xiong is not a celestial being! No magic pills here! Those geezers just live longer than ordinary people but are otherwise *no different* from regular martial artists!

With a *thud*, a seal struck my forehead, and I became the last City God. From then on, I could secure an ironclad job, wield divine powers, marry a tall, rich, and handsome partner, and climb to the pinnacle of life... Just thinking about it got me a little excited. However— The end of Dharma, the fall of gods, death itself. Three towering challenges loomed over me. So, all the above got erased. Today, I’m still hustling on the path to gather faith. Also, there are a few questions I’ve always wanted to ask: When will a big deal come my way? Will my statue ever get upgraded from wood and clay to solid gold?

Lu Qiaowei’s fiancé cheated on her with a stunningly beautiful woman. Heterochromatic eyes, mixed-race, a renowned gemstone appraiser in the country—rumor has it her family owns diamond mines. Marrying her would mean generations of descendants wouldn’t have to work hard for the next hundred years. Reading this, Lu Qiaowei’s fingers trembled. A woman this amazing—why should *you* get her first? On the day of the breakup, Lu Qiaowei first kicked the scumbag to the curb, then pinned the woman against the wall. Gazing into her gemstone-like eyes, she smirked, "What’s so great about a low-quality jerk? Look at me instead." "I’m sweet, charming, and driven." The woman lifted her gaze, slowly sliding a diamond ring onto Lu Qiaowei’s finger. "Done looking. Can I get a kiss now?" Her lips were a captivating shade of red. "Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day?" The scumbag, sprawled on the ground: "???" — "How long?" "Since roughly the moment diamonds first formed."

Growing up in an orphanage and enduring countless hardships, Tao Mu never imagined his life had followed the wrong script. Eighteen years ago, two babies were born at the same time, but a mix-up by the medical staff swapped their name tags. Tao Mu, who should have been born into a wealthy family, was sent to the orphanage instead. Eighteen years later, the mistake was uncovered. Tao Mu thought everything would return to normal—but his parents and older brother despised him for being "too scheming," his lover and friends all turned away, and the heartbroken Tao Mu spiraled into darkness, ultimately becoming a hated villain in everyone’s eyes. Abandoned and alone, he jumped to his death. Reborn once more, Tao Mu was stunned to realize he was living inside a novel. The protagonist was the other child mistakenly switched at birth—a naïve and sweet sweetheart. And Tao Mu? Just a malicious cannon-fodder character in the protagonist’s sugar-coated life. Tao Mu: Screw the plot, screw the tropes. This life, I’m not playing along! In short, this is the story of a tormented cannon fodder who, after rebirth, stops compromising himself to please others and instead carves out his own entertainment empire to crown himself the ultimate winner. **Friendly Reminders:** 1. Fictional setting, parallel universe. 2. The story will shamelessly indulge the male lead with over-the-top melodrama—three times, for emphasis. 3. A little angst for flavor, but it’s all for the sake of indulgence. 4. Enjoy the emotional rollercoaster, logic and IQ need not apply. 5. Not a business or realistic story—every plot twist exists solely to pamper the male lead. 6. The author has gone feral, abandoning all restraint. Brace for extreme drama.

When I was alive, he never once turned to look at me. His tenderness, his kisses—none belonged to me. I was merely a substitute for his drunkenness. Now that I'm dead, Qin Chu, are you satisfied? —————————————————————— ※ Dual-ending main story, BE and HE seamlessly connected. Those who want HE can stop after it, while those who want BE can read to the very end =w= ※ The inspiration for the plot where the protagonist returns as a spirit after death comes from Chengzi Yu's "Like Love But Not," used with permission. Details and plot development differ. Many thanks to Chengzi Yu for her trust and assistance!! Thanks to the editor too! Also, *fangirl moment* Additional note: This story does not advocate suicide. Though it begins with the protagonist's suicide, readers who finish it will understand the message. Even with depression, we must fight strongly against it and overcome it!

Gu Bai always thought the dumbest thing he'd done was taking his buddy's advice to become a harem novel writer, and the most frustrating was turning the originally planned wholesome protagonist into the ultimate villain... But in the end, he realized the truth was far worse. Meeting the actual psychopath he wrote into existence... Holy shit, the guy eats people! At this point, the only solution is to turn "eating people" into, well... *"eating"* people, right? In short, this is the tale of a foolish author who penned a cannibalistic harem novel, only to find himself hopelessly trapped in its twisted fate—[or not].

Hu Shen grew up on the grasslands. Her brother was highly regarded by the Khan, and her life was relatively comfortable.Until one day, after her brother led an expedition into the Central Plains, he captured a gentleman from the south.Word was that the man was the legitimate son of a noble Central Plains house, a man of prestigious status.Word was that although he was a civil official, he fought with such ferocity that he was a rare talent worth cultivating.The Khan intended to bring him into his service, but the man was unyielding, refusing to bow even after suffering various tortures and humiliations.Left with no other options, someone suggested a plan: give him a wife.With a wife and children to ground his heart, he might be swayed—and more importantly, it would be a political statement to the Emperor of the Central Plains.Who would believe that a man who refused to surrender under torture would still be loyal to his home after marrying and fathering children in the north?The identity of the woman had to be chosen carefully.If she were too low-born, she would be no different from a common bed-warmer in the Central Plains.If she were too high-born, why would the Khan’s own princess condescend to serve as bait?Eventually, her brother came to her.And so, Hu Shen brought a bowl of deer-blood wine to Xie Xixiao.She believed Xie Xixiao hated her. If he didn’t, his gaze wouldn’t be so cold, and he wouldn’t have suppressed his every surge of passion when they shared a bed, refusing to give her any response.And he certainly wouldn’t have—after coordinating with the Central Plains forces to assassinate the Khan—slaughtered their infant son while he was still in swaddling clothes.

"Humans who walk on two legs upon the earth—half came from the sea, half from the trees. Those given life by the sea are innately strong, while those given life by the trees fear no death. Though they look alike, they are not of the same kind—one is flesh and blood, fearing pain; the other turns to dust once severed from the land." —Excerpt from *The 2004 Translation of Amusha’s Ballad of Foreign Races* Note: Nonsensical but non-sci-fi, 1V1, mutual adoration enthusiast, free sugary fluff.

At the age of twenty-two, Lan Youjia suddenly realizes that there are so many people in the world who love him, some even longing for his forgiveness and begging for his attention. —It turns out that his once aloof lover loves him, his scheming new flame loves him, even the unattainable crush from his youth loves him. Yet, unfortunately, just before this revelation, he was diagnosed with a terminal illness. scenario.

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 Zhengfei killed Chen Qianqing.He disabled Chen Qianqing’s legs, and blinded his eyes, locking him up with chains in his house. Then, he watched with his eyes wide as he died.Injuries inflicted in the name of love would always end in tragedy.Did Lu Zhengfei regret it? Of course, he did. And so, God gave him another chance.But this time, he found that he himself—became Chen Qianqing.

Lu Zhengfei killed Chen Qianqing.He disabled Chen Qianqing’s legs, and blinded his eyes, locking him up with chains in his house. Then, he watched with his eyes wide as he died.Injuries inflicted in the name of love would always end in tragedy.Did Lu Zhengfei regret it? Of course, he did. And so, God gave him another chance.But this time, he found that he himself—became Chen Qianqing.

It was a cool night in Chengdu, and Wei Lai and Chu Yin both went through breakups. They met at a bar, each thinking to themselves: This one's a top! Upon arriving at the hotel, Wei Lai retreated to the bathroom. Chu Yin stretched into a split on the bed. Soon after, their hopeful gazes met—only to realize the shocking truth: *You're a bottom?!* CP: "One Punch for Every Crybaby" High-Drama Bottom Idol (Chu Yin) × "Turbulent Waves Midnight Scary Bottom" Agent (Wei Lai)

In high school, Xiao Ruoyan fell in love with the school beauty Yan Zhilan. She kissed Yan Zhilan under the moonlight. The love of youth, passionate and consuming, burned everything to ashes. At 18, before the college entrance exams, they unexpectedly came out. Amid their parents' heart-wrenching sobs, their defiance, and their pleas, the two were forced apart, their eyes red as they gazed at each other from afar, compelled to break up. Ten years of separation. She heard that Yan Zhilan had a boyfriend, was successful in her career at a company, and was preparing to marry. She heard that Yan Zhilan had fulfilled her dream of becoming a piano teacher, her students flourishing under her guidance, her life happy and fulfilling. She also heard that at a class reunion, Yan Zhilan drank herself into a stupor alone, clutching a bottle and singing *Those Were the Days*. She heard that Yan Zhilan nearly died by suicide... At 28, Xiao Ruoyan had shed all her sharp edges, transforming from that proud youth into a reserved and successful director. Yan Zhilan remained as elegant and beautiful as ever—alone, with just her hands and a piano, playing melodies that couldn't conceal her sorrow. They reunited before a friend’s wedding banquet. When they met again, their eyes reddened with emotion. Only then did Xiao Ruoyan realize that all the rumors, all the so-called moving on, amounted to nothing compared to Yan Zhilan’s whispered question: *"Ah Yan, have you been well?"* ... They cut through the thorns. They stood independent, carving out their own destiny. All for this reunion. P.S.: The story begins with their reunion—heartwarming, HE! HE! High school innocence, no endorsement of early romance. Study hard and strive for progress every day!

At twenty-five, Shi Ran broke up with her girlfriend of two years, Song Yi, after discovering her flirtatious texts. Everyone knew Shi Ran was hopelessly in love with Song Yi—after five years of relentless pursuit, how could she just let go? Even Song Yi assumed Shi Ran was just throwing a tantrum and would soon come crawling back with gifts, begging for reconciliation. But Shi Ran didn’t. She packed up neatly, moved out of their shared apartment, and showed up at work dressed provocatively, ready to greet her new boss—a sharp, decisive woman who buttoned her shirt all the way up, radiating icy restraint. Just as Shi Ran was mentally cheering, *I’m so into this*, she realized her new boss was actually an old classmate. Oh, and the same old classmate she’d just had a one-night stand with. This time, she might *really* be into it. **Synopsis 2:** Everyone in class knew Shi Ran and Chen Ruoyu didn’t get along—all because of that recycled love letter Shi Ran tossed Chen Ruoyu’s way after her humiliating rejection by Song Yi in senior year. Years later, Chen Ruoyu returned from abroad, and their classmates threw her a reunion party. As Chen Ruoyu calmly fielded "friendly" questions, she secretly trapped Shi Ran’s wandering foot beneath the table. Later, Chen Ruoyu moved into Shi Ran’s new home—right in front of Song Yi. And a conspicuously large box of *certain supplies* spilled out of an "uncooperative" cardboard box. No one knew Chen Ruoyu still kept that recycled love letter hidden in her drawer. And no one knew Shi Ran had been Chen Ruoyu’s bittersweet dream all those years abroad.

An alien creature disguised as a boy handling various human messes in everyday life +It’s an alien creature that survives through parasitism, having gone through great suffering. After being forcibly expelled, it unexpectedly parasitizes the brain-dead body of a boy named Yan Zhen.This is a warm and cozy host body, and the key is: it’s alive!To fulfill this boy’s wish, Yan Zhen begins his law-abiding life of pretending to be human. +Reading Guide: A lighthearted story of an inhuman male protagonist with a cat and a chicken. This story alternates between calm everyday life and strange, extraordinary events.Tags: Sci-fi, Freaky Incidents, School Life, LightheartedProtagonist: Yan Zhen; Supporting characters: Mr. Cat, Liu Xingquan, Luo Qingxi, Captain BanOthers: Love and HopeOne-sentence summary: The goofy daily life of an alien creature pretending to be a boy on Earth.Theme: Through the eyes of an alien creature, witness various aspects of human life, taste the mixed emotions of people, and feel their longing for beautiful things. The story promotes positive friendships, teacher-student relationships, and family bonds.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, Xue Yong, 23 years old and widowed for half a year, dined alone by candlelight to celebrate his first wedding anniversary. A sudden rainstorm struck that night. Someone pounded on the door. He opened it to find a drenched, desperate 13-year-old boy—his late husband’s younger brother, Xing Yeran. Cornered and feral, Xing Yeran snarled, “My brother paid for this house. I have the right to inherit what was his.” Reluctantly, Xue Yong took in this unruly legacy. Little did he know, he’d be stuck with him for life. A decade later, Xing Yeran stood at 192 cm, grown tall, composed, and mature. Leaning down, his shadow engulfing Xue Yong, Xing Yeran wrapped him in a tight embrace, pressing a kiss to his ear before murmuring gently, yet chillingly, “Seventh Brother, do you know where the most breathtaking view is? At the edge of a cliff, teetering on the brink of destruction.” Only then did Xue Yong realize—Xing Yeran was still that mad dog. He’d never changed. ○ Elite, rabid-dog-turned-lapdog top × tough-on-the-outside, soft-on-the-inside former gang leader bottom. During their first time, the top was a virgin—the bottom wasn’t!! ○ No change of top, thanks.

Introverted and composed general's daughter X gentle and scheming toxic beauty

Jiang Gu, the most promising second-generation immortal, took unifying the immortal realm as his mission—until the love tribulation delayed for three millennia finally manifested. According to the immortal ascension records, the fastest way to overcome a love tribulation is through the Heartless Path paired with a master-disciple bond. Jiang Gu descended to the mortal world with his sword in hand. His plan was simple: three years for romance, five years for love, striving to kill his spouse to prove his Dao and ascend within a decade. Yet for all his calculations, Jiang Gu never expected his love tribulation to fall upon a lazy, good-for-nothing playboy. Jiang Gu’s face darkened—how could such trash be worthy of being his tribulation? —— Wei Feng lived his days in joyous debauchery until a new elder descended from the heavens, singling him out as his disciple. Enchanted by the cold, ethereal beauty who seemed like an immortal banished to earth, Wei Feng impulsively agreed. From then on? Up before dawn, asleep late into the night, teetering perpetually between exhaustion and death. Hugging his head in agony, Wei Feng cried, *Ancestor, what do you want from me?!* Jiang Gu replied flatly, *Form your Golden Core in three years, reach Nascent Soul in five, and achieve Great Perfection Tribulation Passage within ten.* Wei Feng’s knees buckled. *Just kill me!* Jiang Gu drew his sword cheerfully. *Your wish is granted.* Wei Feng learned he could crawl pretty damn fast. Later, Wei Feng was molded (tortured) into the number one cultivator of the realm, only for his master to drag him into a Dao Companion Oath at the height of his triumph. Before Wei Feng could rejoice, Jiang Gu’s sword pierced his heart. Clutching his master’s sleeve weakly, Wei Feng gasped, *I think—* Jiang Gu intoned coldly, *This master owes you a lifetime.* Wei Feng spat blood. *I can still—* Jiang Gu covered his eyes impassively. *Go in peace.* Wei Feng shook his head frantically. *I’m not—* Jiang Gu clamped a hand over his mouth. *You're dead.* —— Jiang Gu ascended successfully—only for the Heavenly Gates to halt him. *Your love tribulation remains unresolved.* *Resolved. My husband is dead.* *Turn around.* Jiang Gu turned to see his disciple, drenched in blood, eyes crazed yet brimming with tears as they streamed down pitifully. Jiang Gu: …………

An ordinary-looking woman and a woman born extraordinary cross paths... Born a commoner, with the temperament and aspirations of one, yet she keeps encountering those who are anything but. Born to unparalleled nobility, she aspires to create a prosperous era, a good emperor—yet not a good person. The rugged path of wind and rain, of empire, A child shoulders the weight of imperial wisdom and innocence. No room for retreat in the clash of steel—wit honed to its edge. At the pinnacle of power, who shares the solitude? Turning back to past affections, only to find love’s depths—where has the beauty gone? —Sleeve’s Dedication to Xiaoyuan