The Elder Told Me to Win Over the Demon Lord

The elder told me to win over the great demon king who had gone berserk and steal his life-bound artifact, the Heaven-Setting Pearl.

I asked the question that cut straight to the heart of the matter: Me?

Me, an ordinary outer disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sect, who had only just reached the Qi Refining stage and had a common wood spirit root?

If you want me dead, just say so.

The elder dangled a carrot in front of me, praising my wood spirit root as a once-in-ten-thousand-years treasure, unmatched under heaven. It could regenerate endlessly and heal the soul, making it especially effective on people who had gone berserk. He guaranteed I could win over the great demon king.

Off I went, full of enthusiasm.

The first time, I had just reached the entrance to the cave where the great demon king cultivated when he gave me a light shake and killed me.

The second time, the great demon king drained all my blood, and I died again.

The third time... We practiced dual cultivation until heaven and earth spun, and I nearly died again.

After all my tireless effort and sacrifice, the great demon king finally acknowledged me and fell in love with me. Shyly, he took out the Heaven-Setting Pearl and said he wanted to give it to me as a token of our love.

I gazed at him tenderly and said I would accept.

Then, with the Heaven-Setting Pearl in hand, I made a sly getaway.

For a hundred years, I used the power of the Heaven-Setting Pearl to shake the cultivation world, crush the Immortal Cloud Sect's traitors, and reclaim my position as sect master. I lived a life of unrivaled glory, high above everyone else.

That is, until the great demon king came knocking.

A hundred years had passed. Without his life-bound artifact, the great demon king had become even more powerful than before, the undisputed strongest person in the Three Realms and Nine Lands. Word was that he had once leveled the greatest sect on the Immortal Mountain with a single palm strike. His strength was truly terrifying.

And now, his eyes red, he said he would tear me limb from limb.

My legs gave way. With a splat, I dropped to my knees in front of him and clung to his leg, begging for forgiveness with all the sincerity I could muster. "Husband, I was wrong. For the sake of all the tea I served you, the water I poured, and the blood I fed you, please spare my life."

The great demon king, still seeing red: "..."

Seeing this, the sect disciples all urged me to get up and fight him, saying I must not bring dishonor upon the dignity of the head of an immortal sect.

Me: "What do I need dignity for in front of my own husband!"

The great demon king fell for my charms again, grinning from ear to ear as I coaxed him into a daze.

Later.

"I am the sect master of the Immortal Cloud Sect. I was once framed by villains and slept for a thousand years. Want to hear my legendary, winding tale?"

The great demon king: "No."

I slapped him across the face. "Say you do."

The great demon king: "..."

He was going to run away from home. Right now!

Theme: Let heaven and earth bear witness to one's heart.