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It takes literal decades until they finally realise the truth.īonus points if Yue Qingyuan has been shot here from a svsss-adjecent timeline, is undergoing about twelve Revelations a minute, and is vibrating from the sheer excitement that comes with getting to dote on the 'new' version of Shen Qingqiu that he's grown fonder off than he ever wished to without that meaning he has to give up on his history with Shen Jiu. Jiu-ge's skills are up to par with fully grown Cultivators? Yeah, sure, that makes sense-he'd have been a very boring villain if he sucked at everything. So they just awkwardly shuffle around each other, both feeling like they are doing so fucking well, look at that idiot, he suspects nothing.Ī-Yuan speaks a strange language? Okay, why the hell not, it's not like Shen Jiu knows what the boy learned while travelling with Wu Yanzi. Meanwhile, a reincarnated post-PIDW Shen Jiu is doing the exact same, trying not to let on how he has no fucking clue how to act around this random guy with his face (he isn’t meant to be a big brother! Is this feeling genuine protectiveness? Ew, what the fuck, stop it-) As far as he knows, Jiu-ge suspects nothing! I think it'd be hilarious if Shen Yuan transmigrated into, say, Qing-generation disciple era as Shen Jiu's twin, and he's doing his absolute best to make sure his brother doesn’t get suspicious of his changed behaviour-and it's working. (I just love the idea of Shen Yuan being another one of Shang Qinghua's characters. The next morning he wakes up to the news that Shen Qingqiu had a Qi Deviation. So he puts down the last words of his dumb little story and promptly passes out from exhaustion.

A shiver runs down his back, cheeks flushing red. Maybe, he thinks shamefully, they would have even left detailed criticism.

Back in his first universe the only people who read his story were the people who were there for the smut alone. Someone who would have cared about his writing.

They must put up with his whining, and know things about his hobby of writing, and you know, this is wish fullfilment in the first place, so why not make them thoroughly Shang Qinghua's type, cold and dignified.Ī little embarrassed, Shang Qinghua imagines a person that could never exist in real life. Someone who understands him - so they must be a transmigrator, or at least a seer. So one night he takes a pen to paper, imagining a world where he has a companion. His students come to him for questions about the quarterly imports of rice and nothing else, Mobei-jun beats him black and blue for no reason Shang Qinghua has been able to determine, and all he wants is a fucking friend. He has no peers other than the other Peak Lords, who only ever visit when they need something from him. So Shang Qinghua, right? He is the Peak Lord of An Ding.