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

Old Master Wei turned the color of the bone china cup in his hand. He cleared his throat with a forceful cough in a bid to restore his composure, but the panic was apparent in his small, deep-set, eyes. The servant replaced the tea with a jar of wine, and Old Master Wei slapped his hand away to pour himself a cup.


"That's," he started, looking at Tao Yuanming as if he could explode in a million pieces at any moment. "Concerning, to be sure. But sect leader Tao wouldn't be here to discuss my predicament if he didn't have a solution in mind."


That thought seemed to put him at ease, he swallowed his wine in a single sip and set the cup down on the table with a loud clink. "I'm confident sect leader will triumph where Dancing Carp has failed."


Tao Yuanming hummed thoughtfully, swirling the contents of his cup around. "No, I'm afraid that either Master Wei or Madam Wei must die in order for this torment to come to an end."


Convenient death