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    Now… Ming Fan was climbing up the steps of Xian Shu Peak to join a yellow book club on the off chance that he could fuck the old demonic emperor to get back at a man he used to bully when he was a kid.

    When he put it that way, it all sounded kind of petty.

    …yeah. No. It was all just really petty.

    Maybe Ming Fan was an idiot. Maybe he was desperate. Maybe he was a little lonely.

    But he was also really fucking petty.

    Luo Binghe – Luo fucking Binghe – had started it, alright?

    Ming Fan had walked in on his shizun and Luo Binghe one too many times, and so Ming Fan makes the responsible and mature decision to... fuck Luo Binghe's dad. This of course goes exactly how Ming Fan planned it to. (It doesn't.) For some reason... Tianlang-Jun keeps... coming back...!?

    This fic is essentially how a bully became a better person, and now he gets true love and some friends out of it.

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    12 Oct 2026

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    Bookmarked at ch11

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    Someone had just sat at the adjacent table, and Tianlang-Jun forgot how to breathe.

    Green and white robes, the colours of spring bamboo and fresh snow, cut from silk so fine it seemed to flow like water with every movement. The man who wore them moved with a controlled grace that made everyone else look clumsy by comparison — each gesture precise, deliberate, beautiful in its economy. He settled onto his cushion in one fluid motion and produced a folding fan from his sleeve, snapping it open with a flick of his wrist that was almost musical.

    He looked like a painting. He looked like a poem. He looked like the kind of beauty that started wars and ended dynasties, and he was sitting close enough that Tianlang-Jun could see the faint embroidery on his sleeves — bamboo leaves stitched in thread just slightly darker than the silk beneath.

    "Zhuzhi-Lang," he whispered, unable to look away. "Tell me you see him too. The beauty in green. Please tell me I'm not hallucinating."

    There was a sigh from his nephew, "This one sees him, Junshang."

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    What if Tianlang-Jun and Head Disciple Shen Jiu met instead?
    A fic about falling in love, art and learning to speak without words.

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    11 Oct 2026

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    11 Oct 2026

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    MASTERPIECE AYO

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    Shen Qingqiu stares down at his table, green eyes scanning the handful of notes he has written to keep track of his observations. His face warms with the undeniable truth: he is Liu Qingge's exception for pretty much everything. It really does sound as if-

    [Shen Qingqiu didn't know Liu Qingge was courting him. Liu Qingge didn't know either.]

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    10 Oct 2026

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    He would like to blame Yue Qingyuan for shattering his illusions of cultivators being peerlessly elegant immortals, but it was really Shen Yuan’s fault, if he was going to blame anyone.

    In which Shen Jiu pets a creepy creature, becomes head disciple, and (mostly) figures out his life.

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    09 Oct 2026