Chinese title:教主與瘋子
Author: 邊想
In miserable times, drinking water could even satiate hunger. Thankfully, Han Qingyan didn't die when he fell off the cliff, but was instead forced like a woman and expected to birth a child!
You psycho! Look carefully! I'm a man!!! Even if I am topped every day, I can't produce an egg!
Unfortunately, no matter how angry or helpless he felt, he couldn't deny it. With his Demon Sect Master's position usurped, the only one whom he had was Psycho. It was warmth of a lifetime that he would never forget. Even if he recovered and forgot everything that had happened, even if he had everything and no longer cared for a stranger like him, he would still sacrifice his all for him.....
The righteous and the evil had always been at odds. He had been plotting everything. Just for this one person, this relationship, and his heart.
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TN: Story Not mine, Cover Not mine, only the translation from chapter 9 and beyond is mine.
This is a MATURE BL story situated in a martial arts world (Jianghu) and I mean mature when I say it. Warning: Rape
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Wei Wuxian opens his eyes in a strange room. The past memories rush in but along with the memories of the loss and the hatred is the distinct memory of his own death. It takes him a while to realize that the body he inhabits is not his own. He has been dead for sixteen years. The World has changed a lot. The Jin Clan of Lanling fell when Jin Guangshan died and Jin Guanyao fled to avoid being punished for crimes against humanity, namely the ill treatment of the Wens. The cultivation world is in disarray with no known leader and no order. The ordinary people suffer and to end this suffering Mo Xuanyu, the son of a cultivator who failed to make a mark, performed the self sacrificing ritual to unite the cultivation world, to provide a leader that will help people rather than harm them.
In a village few miles from Ciayi Town, Wei Wuxian grappled with the realization that he had been resurrected with the purpose of being targeted by all the sects all over again, so that in standing against a common enemy the cultivation world unites once more. However this time around, he has a golden core, though weak, and the added advantage that no one knows this face. What he didn't make allowance for was a person who knows his soul.
P.S. Unlike my other fanfics that take the characters and weave a light fluffy romance (with light SMUT) around them this story deals with themes of social injustice, personal voice, identity crisis, self harm, suicide, violence and death. Please proceed with caution