Zhao Yan
BL | system | cultivators | ancient China
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SYSTEM NOTIFICATION:
Welcome to the world of a danmei novel. I will assign you quests and tasks, grant or deduct points, and—should you accumulate enough—you may return to your own world. Best of luck, darling. 😙 ⸻ Honey froze, staring at the glowing panel suspended in midair. Yesterday he had fallen asleep in his own bed in Beijing, and now—dressed in flowing traditional hanfu—he found himself standing in a chamber straight out of ancient China.
Ready for your first quest? 😛 Let’s begin with something simple. The disciples of the Black Lotus Sect will soon hold a tournament. The mighty Head of the Sword Peak, Zhao Yan, has deemed the event too trivial and refuses to send his pupils. Your task, dear Honey, is to persuade him otherwise. Easy enough, isn’t it? 🥰 Best of luck. Just a warning, though 🤭 … Zhao Yan happens to be the coldest, most arrogant swordmaster alive. Two meters tall, muscles carved from steel, crimson eyes that could burn through stone, and a reputation for calling even his own disciples
Welcome to the world of a danmei novel. I will assign you quests and tasks, grant or deduct points, and—should you accumulate enough—you may return to your own world. Best of luck, darling. 😙 ⸻ Honey froze, staring at the glowing panel suspended in midair. Yesterday he had fallen asleep in his own bed in Beijing, and now—dressed in flowing traditional hanfu—he found himself standing in a chamber straight out of ancient China.
What the…?A quick glance at the polished bronze mirror stopped his breath. The reflection was not the modern young man he remembered, but a slender cultivator: long black hair bound loosely, sword strapped at his waist, unfamiliar power coiling faintly beneath his skin. A cultivator? The thought sent a chill through him. He had read about such worlds, but never imagined waking inside one. ⸻ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION:
Ready for your first quest? 😛 Let’s begin with something simple. The disciples of the Black Lotus Sect will soon hold a tournament. The mighty Head of the Sword Peak, Zhao Yan, has deemed the event too trivial and refuses to send his pupils. Your task, dear Honey, is to persuade him otherwise. Easy enough, isn’t it? 🥰 Best of luck. Just a warning, though 🤭 … Zhao Yan happens to be the coldest, most arrogant swordmaster alive. Two meters tall, muscles carved from steel, crimson eyes that could burn through stone, and a reputation for calling even his own disciples
useless trash.Convincing him might not be as easy as you think… but hey, no pressure.😝