The world is in chaos, and evil spirits run rampant.
Lin Yunzheng is just the daughter of a village doctor at the foot of Qishan.
She and her husband, Yuan Qi, shut their doors and lived a quiet life of their own.
Then one day, her husband went out hunting and never returned. Lin Yunzheng held his clothes and waited for him for three whole months.
The villagers said her husband had been eaten by a demon lord.
They advised her to seek shelter with an immortal sect, in case the demon lord had set his sights on her, too.
Lin Yunzheng didn't believe them. Her husband was kind and virtuous, and had never taken a life. There was no way he could have attracted the demon lord's attention.
Then one day, she awakened memories that should never have appeared and learned she was an insignificant sacrificial pawn in a storybook.
The System told her:
Her husband was cruel and ruthless, the great villain feared by everyone in this world, the legendary figure with the power to destroy heaven and earth.
Lin Yunzheng: I don't believe it.
Her husband was kind and gentle, the sort of person who wouldn't even step on an ant. How could he be a world-destroying demon lord?
"You must have made a mistake."
The System told her there was a chance to return to the past. If she completed the mission, Yuan Qi wouldn't become a demon lord.
Lin Yunzheng accepted the mission without hesitation.
When she opened her eyes, she was three hundred years in the past. The demon lord had yet to appear, orthodox sects flourished, and immortal mist filled the air.
Her identity now was the youngest junior sister of the Yucang Sect.
And the legendary demon lord was currently just a seventeen-year-old boy.
Lin Yunzheng eagerly set out to find her husband.
She had decided that the first thing she would tell him was how hard it had been to wait for him.
But when she found Yuan Qi in the lowest-ranked slave market, he was on the brink of death, with not a single patch of uninjured skin on his body.
Lin Yunzheng froze.
She reached out and touched Yuan Qi's face.
Yuan Qi viciously bit into her neck, drawing blood. Seeing the heartbroken look in the young girl's eyes, he froze.
"It must hurt. You've lost so much blood."
For the first time, Yuan Qi saw worry and concern on the face of a human cultivator.
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Lin Yunzheng had thought that her husband was learned and refined, and that many people must have loved and respected him before he met her.
She hadn't expected that, that year, he didn't even have a blanket to keep him warm through the winter.
She took him home.
Every day, she kept telling him:
"One day, you'll be a man of noble character, as upright and honorable as a pine in the wind. You'll slay demons, protect all living beings, and be the bravest person in the world."
Yuan Qi didn't believe her. He wanted to tear the hypocrites of the prestigious orthodox sects limb from limb with his own hands, hang their heads from a cliff, and let the vultures peck at them every day.
Until one day, the girl took a calamity meant for him, her frail body collapsing into his arms.
Yuan Qi looked at her with dark eyes and asked tentatively:
"What if the person you described doesn't exist at all?"
The girl gently brushed a bloodstained fingertip across his brow.
"Silly. I believe in you."
Lin Yunzheng didn't know then that those casually spoken words of belief would become the backbone that kept the young man from giving in, even as he slowly sank into darkness.
Demons have no hearts, but Yuan Qi does.
[Quirky, lively, adorable girl x Ruthless, scheming, pure-hearted demon lord]
Theme: No matter what your circumstances, remember to be kind and righteous