LightReader

​The Anatomy of Immortality

Bold_Dane
To the world, Cultivators are noble Immortals soaring on flying swords. To fourteen-year-old orphan Wei Yan, they are just wealthy hypocrites who can guarantee him three meals a day." ​Armed with nothing but a street rat’s paranoia and a terrifyingly analytical mind, Wei Yan cheats his way into the prestigious Azure Cloud Sect as a lowly servant. He doesn't want to challenge the heavens or seek eternal life; he just wants to survive the winter without freezing in a mud pit. ​But he quickly learns that the "Righteous" path is built on a mountain of corpses. ​When a benevolent Elder’s secret blood-ritual leaves Wei Yan slaughtered and tossed into a mass grave, his story should have ended. Instead, his unyielding grudge awakens a dying, parasitic Heavenly Treasure hidden amongst the bones. ​Resurrected but burdened by an artifact that devours eighty percent of his Qi, Wei Yan is forced to wage a hidden war. Trapped in a sect of smiling butchers, he uses his unique "Eye for Flaws" to reverse-engineer discarded garbage into potent bootleg pills, building a black-market empire right under his killers' noses. ​Wei Yan isn't a chosen hero, and he doesn't have a legendary bloodline. But he knows how to set a trap, he knows how to spot a weakness, and he knows exactly what a man will do to survive. ​The Heavens demand perfection. Wei Yan is going to exploit their flaws.
Latest Updates

Hurt Me Like You Mean It [BL]

[Updates resume March. Due to exams] [This book contains, explicit and mature scenes—no r*pe. Not advised for viewers under 18, protect thy purity] Lance Dixon is drowning in a debt that isn’t his. His parents’ financial mistakes have fallen entirely onto him, and his life has collapsed into a constant struggle to stay afloat. He has never denied what he is. Lance is a masochist, and most people he’s dated couldn’t handle that truth. Every relationship ended the same way, leaving him with needs no one was willing to meet. Everything shifts on a night he drinks too much and ends up venting to a stranger. In a mix of frustration and alcohol, Lance jokes that he’d sell himself to anyone willing to pay off his debt. The stranger, Ansel Lowell, doesn’t brush it off. He asks how much. And when Lance tells him, Ansel offers a deal: three months living under his terms, in exchange for clearing the debt completely. The deal is straightforward and seems almost like relief. But as the days pass, the dynamic between them deepens in ways neither expected. What began as a simple exchange grows into a connection that is far more consuming, and far more dangerous, than either of them intended. [Excerpt] Lance meant to pull away when Ansel stepped closer, but his body didn’t move. Ansel’s hand hovered near his jaw, just close enough to make Lance’s breath catch. “Do you understand what you agreed to?” Ansel asked quietly. Lance swallowed. “You’re paying off my debt. I stay with you for three months. That’s it.” A hint of a smile tugged at Ansel’s mouth, which made him more dangerous because of it. “No, Lance. That’s the surface of it. I want you to hear the truth.” Lance’s pulse stumbled. Ansel leaned in just enough that Lance could feel the warmth of his breath. “I’m going to take up space in your life. I’m going to have you when I want you. I’m going to learn every weakness you try to hide, and I will use them. I will claim you, piece by piece, until you can’t tell where your choices end and mine begin.” Lance exhaled shakily. “Do you worst Mr. Lowell, I can handle it.”
Scone_ · 140.2k Views