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

Once again they took to opposing sides of the stage, Xin Rufei pulled out a shimmering sword from the scabbard tied at his waist and held it out in front of his body.

Tao Yuanming didn't move. Fu Shulin waited with bated breath. For a long moment it seemed like neither of them would move, until, in a split-second of motion Tao Yuanming produced a talisman from his sleeve and threw it at Xin Rufei.

The movement was so quick and fluid that Fu Shulin couldn't see the talisman cut through the air. It was the kind of thing he had trained with Yao Yan extensively, with no success. He might not like the man but he had to admit his control of spiritual energy was impressive.

But before he could even finalize that thought Xin Rufei's sword sliced through the air and cut the talisman in two, leaving it to fall uselessly to the floor.

Not yet a man