A cute and refined chubby gong who is fat but adorable × a cold, aloof, ascetic beauty shou from a cultivation sect.
When Xu Yifan was four years old, he accidentally fell from the Upper Realm into the Savage Continent.
The good news was that he landed in an uninhabited secret realm, so he wouldn’t die for the time being.
The bad news was that the secret realm was overflowing with spiritual energy, which blocked his meridians and forced him to grow into a little chubby boy.
Most people become greasy-looking when they gain weight, but Xu Yifan was different. He was the cute kind of chubby—with big eyes and a round little face. Anyone who saw him would have to praise him:
“What a delicate and adorable chubby boy.”
Xu Yifan no longer remembered what his parents looked like, but he still remembered their names. So every day, he worked hard at sleeping and cultivating, hoping that one day he could return and find his parents.
However, recently, the little chubby boy had lost interest in cultivation and was even a little troubled, because he had fallen for an outer disciple of Xianhao Sect.
This disciple was incredibly beautiful, cold, and abstinent, simply the aloof male god in the little chubby boy’s heart.
Xu Yifan fell head over heels the moment he saw him.
He finally found a chance to pin the man against the wall and confessed directly:
“Handsome guy, would you like to be buried together with me?”
Unfortunately, the other person completely ignored him and simply turned around and left.
Xian Qinglin was a servant disciple. Although he had a stunning appearance, he had no power or status, so he attracted the greed and desire of many people.
During a crisis, when he had nowhere left to turn, a little chubby boy suddenly dropped from the sky. Without using even a single move, he knocked all the people bullying him unconscious.
Xian Qinglin recognized him as the newly accepted direct disciple of the Sect’s Sixth Elder. The boy was very cute, but he had always been a loner. Having grown up surrounded by schemes and deceit, everyone who approached him with kindness had only shown greed in their eyes, wanting nothing more than to possess him.
Facing the little chubby boy’s pure and clear gaze filled with sincere affection, Xian Qinglin couldn’t help but feel moved.
The other person’s mind did seem a little questionable, but…
It wasn’t impossible.
Xian Qinglin decided to give him a chance.
However, when a man is too easy to obtain, people often don’t know how to cherish him.
So the little chubby boy chased after him again and again. He spent countless spirit stones, said endless sweet words, and nearly talked his mouth raw before finally winning his husband’s heart.
The little chubby boy happily took his wife to search for the way home.
But the moment they arrived at the Upper Realm and asked around…
Xu Yifan was stunned.
His parents were actually two men!!
His mother—no, his father—was Ling Jingran, the son of the number one immortal sect in the cultivation world.
And his other father was Xu Xiuxuan, the direct descendant of the Xu family, the leading aristocratic clan.
While Xu Yifan was confused, he heard another piece of news.
These two men had become enemies because of their child and had been hostile toward each other for a long time. Last month, Xu Xiuxuan was finally crippled by Ling Jingran, and next month Ling Jingran was going to become Dao companions with someone else.
Xu Yifan: “…”
I’m screwed.
But things could always get worse.
When he was struck by heavenly tribulation while forming his Nascent Soul, his body was burned black and battered. In a dazed state, he awakened his memories.
His wife, in his previous life, had stabbed him with a sword.
Before he died, he swore that if he ever entered reincarnation again, he would make sure Xian Qinglin died and his Dao was destroyed.
Yet…
After being reborn, he ended up becoming the other man’s devoted pursuer.
Xu Yifan: Forget it, just kill me.
Xian Qinglin discovered that his Dao companion, who had always clung to him, had changed after surviving tribulation.
In the past, whenever he suffered even the slightest injury, his Dao companion would cry out louder than he did, his eyes filled with tears, as if he were the one who had been hurt.
But now, even when Xian Qinglin coughed up blood, his Dao companion only stood to the side coldly, watching without emotion.
Xian Qinglin:
Forget it, just kill me.
