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  1. Public Bookmark 96

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    “I don’t want a piercing," Shen Qingqiu says.

    Shang Qinghua just keeps looking at him, slowly chewing his melon seeds.

    “What would I even do with a piercing?”

    “I don’t know, man. Wear some of the fancy jewelry Bing-ge has lying around…?”

    If you want to look like V-Kei bandmen with Mobei-Jun or become a masochist type like Binghe, that’s fine! Live your life, Airplane-bro—this reader won’t judge you too harshly! But don’t rope me into it too, okay?!

    “I’m just saying,” Shang Qinghua continues. “Obviously, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but Bing-ge is definitely the type to like that sort of thing, right?”

    Shen Qingqiu brings his fan down on his head with a thwack.

     

    In the name of love, Shen Qingqiu accepts a new quest: learning about demon culture—specifically, demon fashion.

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    23 Sep 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 76

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    Shen Yuan transmigrates as Qing Jing's head librarian.

    Cue system glitches, unlikely friendships, and a blackened protagonist demanding revenge. Too bad Shen Yuan was too attached to the scum villain to stand by and watch him get pickled by the demon lord.

    “I have the right to be here! I basically authored that invitation! I should be here to welcome Bing—Lord Luo’s delegation.”

    “Ugh, don’t call the beast that.” Jiu-ge grimaced. “And I am still mad at you for your little diplomacy stunt. As if we could hold hands and sing nursery rhymes all merry with a bunch of demons.”

    “For once, I agree with Shen Qingqiu. This is stupid.”

    “You guys are too hot-blooded! We live in an era of peace, geges. Not everything should be solved through violence.” Shen Yuan huffed.

    “But it would be easier.” Liu Qingge muttered under his breath. Shen Qingqiu just rolled his eyes. Shen Yuan ignored both of them.

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    20 Sep 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 83

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    It’s not that Shen Qingqiu wants to die. He really doesn’t – in fact, he’s spent a lot of time and energy arranging an escape route to avoid such an outcome. He’s more than willing to sacrifice his status, wealth, and frankly his dignity if it means preserving his sorry life. He’ll scheme, plot, and otherwise channel his inner evil advisor Grima Wormtongue style – missing eyebrows, forked tongue and all – if it means survival.

    But if all else fails, and the alternatives are a quick death by his own hand or a long, torturous one at Luo Binghe’s, the answer is pretty damn obvious. 

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    18 Sep 2026

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    17 Sep 2026

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    Honoured a-niang,
    Please give my loving regards to a-die, gege, and meimei. This disobedient son apologizes for not having written in a while. I have been busy with my duties and night hunts. Ouyang-shixiong will soon retire from being head disciple and I have taken on many of his duties. We also recently brought back Venom-Devouring Pandas to the sect, and I promise I will tell you about it. But first, I have a question.
    Qing Jing Peak’s head disciple, Shen Qingqiu (Shen Jiu, as in black jade, until recently), not only shares our name, but also my face. He accused me of being a face-stealer when we met. It is like looking in the mirror, if I had a tendency to glare at everything and everyone. From what I gather, though he won’t speak to me much and no one seems to know anything about him, he is twenty-three years old. Two years my senior. Even his voice sounds like mine.
    A-niang. Please. Is there anything you want to tell me?

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    16 Sep 2026