What is it like to dress up as the notorious demonic witch in fairy tales? As soon as I opened my eyes, I was imprisoned at the bottom of the Demon Suppression Tower of the Changming Sect, with all my cultivation and muscles broken. And the one who suppressed me with his own hands was the leader of the righteous path whom I had loved all my life, and the one who personally pushed me into the path of evil—my ex-husband, Immortal Lin Yuan. Good news: I'm alive. Bad news: I have become the KPI of the entire cultivation world, and whoever kills me will become famous all over the world. Every day, groups of enthusiastic young people come to the tower to scold me, ranging from "temptress" to "shameless". There are all kinds of tricks, which are comparable to rap battles. Three hundred years later, I was released. Immortal Linyuan was high in the clouds, his eyes were full of compassion and regret that I couldn't understand: "Ah Jiu, turn back." I turned around, looked at the empty place behind me and the empty Dantian, and smiled: "Immortal Lord, I have no cultivation, where can I go back? Back to the graveyard in your heart?" He didn't understand. I am not the Shen Jiu who was crazy about him and fell into a demon for him. Now, I just want to find a hilltop to farm, raise a few chickens, and live a stable life. But trouble always comes uninvited. The righteous juniors are chasing me, not because I am hiding a shocking conspiracy and want to do justice for heaven. The old members of the Demonic Path came to me and begged me with tears in their eyes to revive the Demonic Palace and create greater glory. The most terrible thing is that my ex-husband appears in the yard where I raise chickens every two days. One day he repairs the roof, the next day he delivers spiritual rice, his attitude is as low as the dust. I (waving the hoe numbly): "Immortal Lord, please let me go. I just want to live a life without you." His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse: "Ajiu, this time, I will walk towards you." I
