Don't Mess with the Fox Demon Sect Leader

[Dual Cultivation to Extend Her Life + Winning His Wife Back the Hard Way + Both Reborn]

The stupidest thing Shen Qingci did in her previous life wasn’t becoming the sect master of the Hehuan Sect. It was falling in love with a sword cultivator.

For Gu Changyuan, she broke her fox tail, took a deadly sword strike for him, and nearly gave up her position as sect master. And what did she get in return? He turned around and pushed her into the Demon-Refining Formation, using her inner core to seal the rift into the Demon Realm.

As she lay dying, she heard him say, “A demon is a demon. Humans and demons are never meant to be together.”

She thought that was the cruelest betrayal imaginable.

But after she died, she learned the truth: from the very beginning, he had been sent by his sect to get close to her. Love and affection had all been part of his mission.

Reborn into a new life, Shen Qingci swore that this time she would love no one and care about no one. She would keep her place as sect master of the Hehuan Sect, ascend to immortality, and stay far away from men.

But plans never survive contact with reality.

With her inner core shattered and her spiritual energy fading, she needed a pure yang physique to extend her life through dual cultivation.

And the most suitable pure yang physique in the world belonged to the very man who had betrayed her in her previous life.

Even more coincidentally, Gu Changyuan showed up on her doorstep of his own accord this time, covered in blood and barely alive, collapsed outside the Hehuan Sect’s gates.

Shen Qingci smiled.

You owe me your life, so you can repay me with yourself.

She used his spiritual energy to sustain her life and his sword to ward off danger, ordering him around like a pawn without a hint of guilt.

But gradually, she realized something was off.

The man who had treated her with icy indifference in their previous life now looked at her with a tenderness that was almost unbelievable.

In my previous life, you took a sword strike for me. This time, it’s my turn.