Dark_Scholars

Shen Jiyu was the most envied cultivator throughout the four realms of Heaven. He was dashing, occupied the position of Realm Master of Penglai and did things according to his whims. His life was smooth sailing until he met Him.
 
Feng Mian, the guardian of the Six Paths of Reincarnation was gentle and kind, his warmth easily weakening Shen Jiyu's prickly exterior. However on their wedding day, the mask on Feng Mian's face cracked and Shen Jiyu was left standing at the end of the aisle for a hundred years, waiting for a lover that never came. 

This was Shen Jiyu's dark past. Now, all he wished was that Feng Mian not only suffer a cultivation deviation and die a slow death but that the man never show up before him again. But fate has a way of playing with people. 

All of a sudden, Shen Jiyu received an imperial edict to descend to the lower realms and find the scattered pieces of Feng Mian's soul. As he went through the realms, Shen Jiyu would discover that there was a lot that he might have been blind to. 
What other secrets lay beneath Feng Mian's mask and why is it just him that could enter the realms that hosted the pieces of his soul? 

A story of a hedgehog covered with spikes and a patient hunter coaxing him to show the soft belly beneath. 

Arrogant, temperamental gong with a soft heart ×gentle, black-bellied shou. 

Arc 1: Naive Actor×Revenge Obsessed Manager
Arc 2: Son of the Elven High Priest×Reborn Villain who destroyed the realm
Arc 3: Last survivor of a cultivator Clan× Demonic Assassin who murdered his clan 
Arc 4: Scumbag Husband Sentinel× Cold Military Guide 
Arc 5: Blind Celestial Master× Playful Ghost who wants to eat him

Resolving My Ex-Fiancé's Obsessions {BL}

The man pulled the blanket over his head, yawning before he paused. Why was it that he was feeling colder even though he had just pulled the blanket over his head? "Swish!" He heard a soft rustling sound next to him and his entire body tensed. A thief?

That sound earlier was the sound of the curtain being drawn.

He sat up at once and pulled out the knife that he kept in the drawer, "You don't joke with me. I served in the military for five years, I have a gun in here and I would shoot."

While he spoke, the air around him continued to grow colder and colder.

The sound of his door lock being opened in the quiet night. The man swallowed and he jumped out of his bed and rushed to the door. He might have been feeling tired recently but he still served in the military.'

Arc 5.9 Ten years