ThirtyTyrants

[Mature Content - Reincarnation/ Cultivation/ Past Lives] Can death be a new beginning? 

Xie Bian wakes up in the Underworld being interrogated by King Yanluo, who tells him he has a job for him, and to stop calling him King! 

He's going to join the mysterious Fan Wujiu in bringing errant souls to the Underworld so that they can follow the cycle of life and death as intended. Something is keeping the souls of the dead in the human realm, and it's Xie Bian's and Fan Wujiu's task to find out what.

But there's more than meets the eye to his fellow Underworld General.  Fan Wujiu is cold and distant, and keeps Xie Bian at arms length -- almost as if they've met before.

And what is going on with the odd book Yanluo gave Xie Bian, who tells the life story of the mysterious Fu Shulin, in his quest to become an extraordinary cultivator despite his humble background?

Something tells Xie Bian that these events are all connected, and that somehow he's in the middle of it all.

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Xie Bian: Was I not supposed to forget my past life after dying? I thought everyone had to drink Meng Po's soup!

Yanluo: ...

Xie Bian: Why does it feel like you hate me even though we just met?

Fan Wujiu: ....

Xie Bian: Did I insult your mother when I was alive, or something?

Fan Wujiu: or something

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sarcastic, spoiled, scheming, mischievous White Impermanence x rebellious, possessive, vengeful seductive Black Impermanence

Dual perspective, 1v1, past plays a big part, fantasy, dark, revenge, mythology, smut heavy, angst, humor, action, case-solving, mystery, betrayal, mysterious past, possessive characters, hidden depths.

[BL] I Became a General in Hell after Dying

The rest of the meal went by in teeth-grinding slowness. Xie Bian could scarcely focus on Wei Xiangsi's pointless conversation and on chewing and swallowing the mouthfuls of ash that every bite tasted like.


He was finding his initial sympathy dissolving, and wondered if Fu Shulin's experiences, and his Shifu's revelations weren't rubbing off on him. Maybe Fan Wujiu was right to be mistrustful of the Wei's family bastard son. Who knew what his intentions were, beyond convincing 'Xie An' that he was a talented poet, a sensitive artist, and the future heir to his father's fortune?


What kind of impression did he think he was making, by working so hard to seduce a man he had just met? It was easy to resent his clumsy flirtations, his assurances that he would help 'Xie An's business prosper when as far as he knew the only indication of its existence was Fan Wujiu's and Xie Bian's word.


The traitor