The Devil Venerable's Mate [BL]
In a world where devil Lycans were hunted down like beasts... The devil Lycan Zhan Sheng of the Burning Fire Sect burned with an all-consuming desire for vengeance against the Heavenly Orchard sect, who murdered his mate in cold blood. He lived and breathed for the sole purpose of hunting down the omega General Zi Yin, the one who took everything from him and make him pay for his heinous crime. Zi Yin's beauty was rumored to be as striking as a crane taking flight, with his lithe figure, long, graceful limbs, and a serene face as tranquil as a placid lake at dawn. Zhan Sheng vowed to smash his face to pieces. His relentless pursuit took him on a perilous journey through the treacherous cultivation world, where he faced constant danger and betrayal. With his sharp senses and lightning-fast reflexes, he navigated through the challenges, determined to reach his target. As he edged closer to Zi Yin, Zhan Sheng uncovered the convoluted truth behind his mate's death, revealing the intricate web of deception that shrouded the incident. But nothing could deter Zhan Sheng's desire for retribution, not even an omega whose gaze shone like the stars. Transmigration. Cultivation. Rebirth. Multiple universes. Intersex omegas. I'm doing W/W so please support me so that I can update faster! Check out my other stories: The Waiter and the Mobster [BL] Escaping the Demon Lord's Clutches [BL] Fangtastic Love: A Werewolf-Vampire Tinder Romance! [BL]
The Immortal Cultivator
ZHAN SHENG BURST into his room, his eyes blazing with anger. He was incensed by Zi Yin's righteous arrogance, and he couldn't contain his fury any longer. He had had enough of being belittled and disrespected by this self-righteous little shit, and he was determined to make him pay. Even after he administrated the Bamboo Shoots punishment, Zi Yin still managed to make him look weak because it didn't last long enough! Damn him! There was no way Zhan Sheng could win.
With a snarl, Zhan Sheng began tearing apart his room. He grabbed anything within reach and hurled it across the room, smashing vases and tearing down pictures. He kicked over furniture and smashed holes in the walls, venting his anger and frustration in a destructive frenzy.
A servant came in, falling to his knees. "My lord, please—"