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The Shen Demon| Cultivation| BL

"It doesn’t matter who is from what clan, when in the end we share the same enemy." Seiji Shen is a respected cultivator who is always caring and quick to look after his own. Shaoqing Liu is a boy who has always admired Seiji from afar. His world gets ten times better when Seiji joins his clan. Everett Lin is from a clan that strives for perfection. Yongliang Lei is a boy who always followed his mother's wishes. That is until he met Everett. How can he love someone from the one clan his mother always hated? However, the two clans have a common enemy who strives to take over the world. They will stop at nothing until they are at the top. It is Seiji and Everett’s mission to bring their clans together to help defeat the demon clan. Many hardships and betrayals befall them along the one. Yet, by working together they realize anything can happen. !!! This fiction is only inspired by Chinese cultivation and Chinese culture. I am in no way Chinese and I mean no disrespect. Please correct me if you find any aspects of this story wrong or disrespectful. - LGBT Content - Violence - Mentions of Molestation - Major and Minor character deaths -Some spicy scenes ;) **Make sure to thank my girlfriend bbeanfluff! This is as much her story as it is mine. We plan everything together. And when I get stuck in my writing, she helps me get through it. We both equally created the characters together as well Will release once daily at 19:00 (GMT+8)

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1. Hello Father

There was an air of urgency as people ran from one room to the next, completely ignoring the boy strolling through the halls in jeans and a graphic T-shirt. Funnily enough, he looked completely out of place. Yet it seemed like no one cared at that point. They were all frantic from a huge battle that had taken place. Especially because their king had taken alot of damage. You would wonder why there were no guards watching for intruders, right? Especially cause they were just attacked? It didn't seem right, but it worked in the boy's favor.

The boy continued to push through the halls until he made it to the throne room. Without knocking or announcing himself, he just pushed open the doors and walked in. On the throne sat a man in crimson red robes, which were torn and weathered. He looked extremely battered up, completely covered in bandages. The man let out a deep sigh, looking at the boy with narrowed eyes. Yet the boy still dropped down on one knee, bowing his head.