Chapter 1: Did I Seriously Transmigrate into a Haitang BL Novel?

The Cultivation World, at its core, was just a bunch of fools competing to become the biggest fool.

Xie Weixing, a smile on his face, gazed intently at the person kneeling before him.

"Senior Brother, I truly need your Spirit Core. I beg you, please give it to me."

Su Boyu, the man before him, wept, his face streaked with tears, his delicate features and glistening eyes evoking pity.

A Spirit Core was the vessel that stored a cultivator's cultivation. Su Boyu's request was akin to meeting someone on the street and demanding they commit suicide on the spot.

"Senior Brother, since your cultivation can no longer advance, why not give your Spirit Core to Boyu? He's at the crucial stage of Foundation Establishment," Wen Fu interjected, unable to restrain himself.

"Weixing has always been kind-hearted; he'll surely agree."

"Boyu has already begged you. You're putting on quite the act."

Xie Weixing remained silent, quietly observing as his former junior disciples and brothers showered him with praise and condemnation. The routine was all too familiar, suggesting they had practiced it many times before.

Under the hopeful gazes of the crowd, Xie Weixing opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and still groggy from sleep. "It's not that I won't..."

"Yes!" Su Boyu's eyes blazed with wild joy. Fearing he might change his mind, he quickly declared, "Senior Brother, thank you! I knew you wouldn't abandon me!"

Ignoring him, Xie Weixing continued, "It needs to be given rhythmically, thoughtfully, and specifically. Not blindly, but precisely, scientifically..."

His words left Su Boyu utterly bewildered.

Song Lingyue, known for her fiery temper, was the first to react. "Senior Brother, what exactly do you mean? Are you giving it or not?"

Xie Weixing looked up, his eyes clear and steady.

Under the anxious gazes of everyone present, he answered crisply, "Since you're asking like that, then I won't."

Song Lingyue: ?

This was Xie Weixing's first month after transmigrating into this cultivation novel.

No drama, no arguments, no social interaction—just focused on managing his life as the Tang family's vicious villain.

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One month ago, at the Shanghai KVTCN Competition venue.

KVT, the largest FPS (first-person shooter) game in China, had attracted countless young players eager to compete.

In the darkness, the lights suddenly blazed, illuminating the entrance tunnel.

"Welcome our KVTCN Grand Demon King team, KWG!" the host's passionate voice boomed.

Several male players strolled out of the tunnel, led by a man with exquisite features and sharply defined brow bones. He lacked the dark circles that plague even the most dedicated esports enthusiasts, making others grind their teeth with envy. Some people are just born with it, they seethed inwardly.

His team uniform was plastered with sponsor logos. A faint smile curved the corners of his lips, just enough to convey arrogance. He smoothly winked at the approaching camera, then pressed his slender fingers to his pale lips and blew a practiced kiss.

Objectively handsome. Objectively showy.

His appearance was like throwing a splash of water into a sizzling oil pan. The live chat exploded with comments, the public screen flooded with "Husband!"

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Water Emperor Arrives, Makes Someone Cry

Who cares if we won or lost? President Xie finally released the design!

Good boys wear clothes, bad boys mark up prices.

Can KWG crawl into the New York Tournament this time? Had enough of stomping on weak teams in the domestic league?

Who's that guy at the front? So handsome!

Must be a rookie. Doesn't even recognize the Water Emperor?

As the most popular figure since the KVT's inception, Xie Weixing had become a celebrity player, drawing all eyes from major domestic tournaments. He was a polarizing figure, showered with both praise and criticism.

Many looked down on him, believing he was coasting on his good looks, exploiting his female fanbase. They claimed his team was pushing him for profit, buying trending topics and inflating his popularity, while he lacked any real skill.

His ID, Backwater, earned him the nickname "Water Emperor" from countless critics.

In early matches, even a single missed shot or a valiant but ultimately failed 1v3 in a clutch situation would trigger massive online backlash and abuse.

666! Just as expected of the Water Emperor—even when boiled, he's still just hot water.

The pee-break is coming! Retire already!

Still a girlfriend fan, still carrying the team, still all about commercial value, still making mistakes.

No more mid-game bathroom breaks for Kwg—your Water Emperor's already finished.

Xie Weixing wasn't one to hold back. When a hater confronted him offline and demanded to know when he'd retire, he ripped off his mask and flashed a dazzling smile at the camera. "The day you die is the day I retire. In the next World Championship, whoever loses will swim back home naked and stand at customs, posing as a welcome pine to greet all visitors. Ask any team if they dare bet against me, you walking plague."

The interview went viral, even spawning animated GIFs used by haters, trolls, and fans alike.

Soon after, a phrase became widely circulated on KVTCN:

Xie Weixing's mouth—toilet water.

Later, through his string of Finals MVPs, he shut those mouths one by one.

Before he could even realize his dream of winning the World Championship, he was transmigrated, still holding the promotion match he hadn't finished.

Xie Weixing tilted his head back slightly and sighed.

They're playing games, and I'm here transmigrating. How is this not a disruption?

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As a professional gamer who had weathered countless high-pressure, late-game situations, Xie Weixing's mental fortitude was second to none.

I've already transmigrated. What's the point in dying now? Let the world laugh at my delusions.

Welcome, Host, to the Transmigration World. Please note that you have not yet bound to the System and are currently operating in Guest Mode.

Xie Weixing replied politely and honestly, "Hello."

The System was pleased with his cooperative demeanor.

This host will be very motivated and will definitely cooperate with me.

Performance bonuses, rewards, salary... This System will take care of it all.

Welcome to the world of "The Pretty, Soft, and Cute Junior Brother Will Be Kissed to Tears by His Older Brothers." Please bind to the System as soon as possible, complete missions according to the prompts, and maintain the plot's integrity.

Xie Weixing: ?

He forced an awkward smile. "The wind was too strong just now. Could you repeat that?"

Xie Weixing is 0, Tan Suiting is 1. Don't get them mixed up.