Shen Yuan ends up in the body of the original Shen Qingqiu, but the original's soul never vacates it. There is no System. Instead, Shen Qingqiu himself is supervising the transmigrator's actions and throwing a wrench into the works. Both of them are just trying to survive in the same body, while Luo Binghe loses any hope of understanding what kind of man his shizun is.
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Original in Russian? by mechanicaljellyfish, and translation in English by kittenmarsh
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This story is quite angsty and plot twisty, with a good dose of deceit and unluckiness for many characters. Still, it's a HE (Happy Ending), so don't worry, but the characters will have to work hard for it.
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As I don't think the summary has appealed enough to you readers to actually go and read the story, I'm putting below a teaser extracted from the book.
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The square in front of the Huan Hua Palace was awash in light – so bright that the man involuntarily squinted while looking at the fallen cultivators. The sun was shining but not warming. Thin streams of blood were trickling from the oddly bent bodies, pooling in puddles on the white stone. White splotches, red splotches. Black shadows. A dazzling blue sky and unpleasant metallic smell permeating the air.
"Four Great Sects." The man shook his head. "Can't say I'm impressed."
His black robes, adorned with modest scarlet embroidery, were billowing under the cool breeze.
The man walked between the bodies, his indifferent gaze sliding over the unfamiliar faces. Finally, he crouched down in front of a figure in a simple white hanfu and brushed the hair away from the unconscious man's forehead. He smiled, gently touching the cheek with his fingertips. The fabric was stained with blood, but the white-clad man's breathing was steady and calm.
"Brat, you sure you didn't get it wrong?" A mocking voice made the man flinch. When he turned around, he saw another man in plain white hanfu rising to his feet a few meters away, propping himself up with a sword. His face was indistinguishable from that of the first man in white. The man's knees were trembling, his fingers tightly clenched on the hilt, his forehead drenched in sweat, but his eyes were burning with determination.
"Treat you well or treat you poorly, the ending is always the same. But did you get the right one of us?"
"Just kidding!" The lips of the man in black slid into a triumphant smile. He pulled his hand away from the first man's face and promptly stood up. With a laugh, he held his arm out to the second man. "There is no place on heaven or earth where this disciple would not recognize his Shizun."
The man in white placed his palm into the palm of the man in black.
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