Chapter 14
Su Xiao was once an impoverished god of the heavens, but because he accidentally burned down the marriage predestined by the tree of fate, he has no choice but to descend to the mortal world and reincarnate for ten lifetimes to join together 9,990 marriages. In the tenth world, he is just an common beggar. Unexpectedly the world’s number one Sect, ZiChen Zhenren took him in under his wing, causing many people to sob endlessly. And this lifetime, he once again is in a pure Yang body. In secret, a dark pair of eyes unconsciously watches over him.
Chapter 0
When Han SiYu enters the Immortal YunTian Sect with the honour of being "first", he encounters a problem in his first class — the flirtatious ShiGe, Mo ZiChuan, is just too hard to beat. He and ShiGe makes a scene on his first day during the first lesson! How problematic! It seems that Han SiYu's next "divine days" won't be boring at all!
Chapter 0.5
[Eccentric Yandere Demonic God X AI Personality Black Saint High School Boy] Profiler Xue Zhao ventures into a remote foreign village to investigate a human trafficking case, only to become entangled with the entity the villagers worship as [It]. A pale yet beautiful face is faintly discernible, with long damp hair trailing like a shadow. Are the blessings It enstows, gentle urges to kill, or bloody whispers of love? Is the sacrifice It demands, Xue Zhao's prideful mind, or his indifferent heart? In the end, is the ghost you... or me?
Chapter 0
[Fan translated by Lilith Scanlations✨] Profiler Xue Zhao dives deep into a mysterious tribe, chasing leads in a human trafficking case. But what he finds is not a suspect–it is a god. Or something far worse. The villagers call “It” [Him], a presence that clings like mildew and shadow. Pale, almost beautiful, with eyes that never blink and damp hair that drapes like a ghostly veil. It offers blessings, or so they say. A whisper soft as a lover’s breath but soaked in murder, a touch that suffocates with devotion. But what does “It” truly want? Xue Zhao’s sharp mind? His heart? Or maybe just him. And as the walls close in and reality slips away, who is haunting whom? Who is the ghost… You, or me?