Shen ying

Chapter 5

backstory because the previous chapter had many loopholes and I am not Shang qinghua to not correct them

Centuries ago

The cultivation world was a realm of breathtaking beauty and untold mystery. Towering mountains pierced the sky, their peaks kissed by clouds, while rivers shimmered like silver threads winding through lush forests. Ancient trees stood tall, their leaves whispering secrets of the past as spiritual energy flowed through the land, nourishing life itself. Sacred beasts roamed free, and cultivators soared through the heavens, their robes trailing like banners of freedom. It was a world where nature and power danced in harmony—a place of wonder and danger, where the pursuit of immortality could lead to either ascension or ruin.

But even in such a world, two figures were out of place—Shen Qingqiu, the sharp-tongued and mysterious peak lord of Qing Jing Peak, and Shang Qinghua, the eccentric and resourceful head of An Ding Peak. Their secret was one that would shake the very foundation of the sect: neither of them truly belonged to this world.

Shen Qingqiu, formerly Shen Yuan, and Shang Qinghua had transmigrated from another realm altogether, thrust into this cultivation world against their will. Shen Yuan had once been a heir to one of the biggest companies of china ,from a mundane world, while Shang Qinghua had been the author of a low-quality, smut-filled web novel called Proud Immortal Demon Way, the very world they now inhabited.

The early morning mist clung to the mountainside of Cang Qiong Peak, its delicate tendrils curling around the towering pines. The tranquil scene was at odds with the storm of emotions swirling inside the Sect Leader's residence. Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua stood before a gathering of the sect's most trusted peak lords and disciples. Among them were Mu Qingfang, Qi Qingqi, Liu Qingge, Ning Yingying, and Ming Fan. Sha Hualing, a demon of some renown, stood quietly at the back, her eyes narrow with curiosity.

The atmosphere was thick with tension. No one knew why they had been called here, only that it was important—urgent even. And while some of the disciples fidgeted nervously, others remained silent, waiting for their shizuns to speak.

Shen Qingqiu's usually composed face was uncharacteristically somber. His husband, Luo Binghe, stood beside him, an unreadable expression on his face. Similarly, Mobei-Jun stood protectively near Shang Qinghua, his eyes sharp as they scanned the room

Few days ago

"Shang Qinghua," Shen Qingqiu said, his voice steady but laced with an undertone of weariness, "I think it's time."

Shang Qinghua, who had been nervously sipping his tea, blinked in confusion. "Time for what, Shizun?"

Shen Qingqiu gave him a sharp look. "Time to tell them."

Realization dawned on Shang Qinghua's face, and his hand trembled slightly, almost spilling his tea. "You mean... our secret? That we're, uh, you know, not from this world?"

Shen Qingqiu nodded. "We've lived here for centuries. We've built lives, families... it's no longer just a secret. It's part of who we are." He set his tea down, his expression thoughtful. "But it's becoming harder to hide."

Shang Qinghua looked pale, as though the weight of this revelation had struck him all over again. "But what if they... you know, freak out? Or worse, what if they don't believe us? What if Mobei-Jun throws me into the snow again?" He shuddered at the memory of his husband's cold disdain when things got too complicated.

Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes. "If Luo Binghe can accept me for being the kind of person I used to be, I think they can handle us being from another world."