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

Fan Wujiu's words were met with a wall of silence, neither father nor son looked comfortable with having their turbulent relationship so plainly exposed. Wei Xiangsi sipped his tea, Old Master Wei cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, his dark eyebrows creasing over his eyes.

"This old man isn't dead yet," he said, and chuckled, but without much humor. "Young Master Fan, don't worry about things that haven't happened yet."

"But as I just said: I have to expect the worst. I'm sorry, but I would be a poor businessman if I was careless about my money."

He spoke with such conviction that Xie Bian found himself nodding along with his reasonable demands. It almost made him forget that there was no joint business venture happening, and no money to speak of.

Wei Songlan scoffed again. "The matter of an heir is something that as long worried me, to speak plainly, I don't find either of my sons fit."

Make a murderer his heir