A Demonic Cultivator Junior Sister Falls from the Sky, Senior Brother, Spoil Her Rotten

A mischievous, scheming little witch × a gentle, obsessive senior fellow disciple

(Sweet romance + two powerful leads + light comedy)

Nan Yingying suddenly fell into the arms of a strange man.

“What’s going on?”

Who are you, handsome?

She had only one goal here: steal the sect’s supreme treasure, blind the eyes of the demon elders, and smoothly inherit the position of Demon Lord.

From then on, Nan Yingying burned the midnight oil, cultivating and waiting for a chance to steal the treasure, while starting her daily antics with her “dear” senior brother, Shangguan Lingzhou.

“Senior Brother, Xu Zhiyan said he’s going to hit me...”

“Senior Brother, cultivating immortality is so tiring. I want to go out and play.”

In the ethereal illusion, she saw through the ghost cultivator disguised as her senior brother at a glance. “Senior Brother, I want to see you dance...”

He came crashing through the illusion, his tone revealing nothing of his mood.

“Junior Sister, was it good?”

The rules of the Tower of Wild Ideas were absurd: “You have to be knocked unconscious by an embroidery needle, then kissed awake by a beast to pass.”

Heh heh heh.

She wailed, “I don’t want to be kissed awake by a beast!”

He spoke softly. “Then what about being kissed awake by me?”

Nan Yingying nodded shyly.

After her senior brother kissed her passionately and confessed his feelings, Nan Yingying let herself go completely, becoming a natural at all kinds of flirtation.

“Shangguan, you puppy, I think I really like you...”

“Yingying, could you get off me first?”

But when the bell tolling her return home rang, the fate of immortals and demons could not be defied.

I’m sorry, A Zhou. Let’s pretend it was all a fleeting illusion.

But he galloped through the demon realm with betrothal gifts in tow.

With nowhere left to run, Nan Yingying was pinned to the bed by Shangguan Lingzhou and kissed until she was sobbing.

He gritted his teeth and whispered in her ear, “A fleeting illusion? I insist on making my wish come true.”