Xie Zhuling thought she was lucky.
Though her youth had been troubled, at least she had met Fu Yan.
The astonishingly gifted young man took her hand and shielded her from the world's disapproval, cherishing and protecting her like a precious jewel.
It wasn't until their wedding day that Xie Zhuling learned her husband was a soul from another world. He had approached her and treated her well only to win her over, then leave.
Fu Yan left, carefree and full of anticipation as he returned home.
He left Xie Zhuling with the furious Fu family, enraged over the loss of their favored son, and a mountain of rare treasures.
As she hovered on the brink of death, Xie Zhuling suddenly realized that her husband had taught her kindness and love, but never taught her how a frail mortal carrying a fortune could survive without anyone to protect her.
As she fell into the Demon Realm, all the love in Xie Zhuling's heart turned into a searing hatred beneath the pain of having her bones and sinews torn apart.
She remembered the year her entire family was slaughtered. She had escaped by sheer luck and wandered the streets in a daze until she bumped into an old Daoist.
The Daoist had told her, "You were born with demonic bones. You have no hope of cultivating immortality, but you'd make a fine cultivator of demonic arts."
When she met Fu Yan, she had been on her way to the Demon Realm.
Before closing her eyes, Xie Zhuling thought: A born demon really can never become an immortal.
If she could live her life again, she would never take Fu Yan's hand.
She would go to the Demon Realm. She would become a demon, take her life into her own hands, grow powerful and live on her own terms, avenge her family, and never again be casually slaughtered by anyone.
A demon.
Wu Raosui had severed all ties with his family. Cold-hearted and unfeeling, he had shown his only warmth to the subordinates who had followed him for years.
Watching her tears fall as he lay dying, he suddenly felt a pang of regret.
If he'd known she would be sad, he wouldn't have died in front of her.
After being reborn, Wu Raosui decided to treat her better. But he couldn't find her anywhere in the Demon Realm, until one day she suddenly fell right at his feet.
Covered in injuries, eyes wary, she looked utterly despairing, as if her heart had died of grief.
Only then did Wu Raosui learn that some man had appeared out of nowhere and lured his subordinate away, using love as an excuse to leave her battered and broken.
Wu Raosui was furious, frustrated that she could be so foolish.
What was the point of something as worthless as love? Only cultivation and power would never betray her.
At first, Wu Raosui simply couldn't stand to see the once-mighty Demon Lord Lian Jin reduced to a pitiful little thing. He pushed her hard, training Xie Zhuling to improve her cultivation.
Later, he hid all his jealousy and resentment, then pretended to speak casually to Xie Zhuling. "There are still good men in this world. You can't write them all off because of one bad one. So..."
"Would you consider me?"
Theme: My fate is mine to command, not Heaven's