My master is a renowned cultivation fanatic.
He possesses unparalleled magic, peerless beauty, and a temperament that's completely lacking in human warmth but fiercely protective of his own.
His patience is limitless. He indulges my caprices and ignorance without conditions. Even when I pull up every spirit herb in the spiritual fields or beat every spirit beast on the immortal mountain until they cry, he never gives me so much as a hard time.
What a heavenly workplace.
Until my master's sworn enemy, a notorious demon, suddenly barges onto the mountain.
He confronts my master and smirks. “Xiang Wankong, I hear you're undergoing a tribulation of love?”
I hide in a corner, clapping a hand over my mouth so I won't make a sound.
I watch them fight fiercely. The demon takes a palm strike through the heart, and the blood that splashes across half the mountain doesn't touch a single corner of my master's clothes.
Standing amid the blood, my master admits without a care, “Yes. So what?”
And that's when I understand.
My master, the Immortal Venerable Xiang Wankong, was born with a Nascent Soul, is half a step from ascension, and wields immense power. One day, he calculates that he's about to undergo a tribulation of love.
He decides to prove his Dao by killing his wife. First, he needs to find himself a wife.
And I'm that unlucky wife.
Uh-oh.
I spend the whole night in the cold wind. In the end, I don't run away. Instead, I pretend nothing happened and return to Xiang Wankong's side.
There's no blood on the mountain, no sword marks or mess left from a fight. The stove is keeping my favorite roast chicken warm, and in the cozy candlelight, my master tells me he wants me to promise never to leave him and never to betray him.
I agree.
There are two reasons.
First, I can't beat him.
Second, I'm a fox.
Foxes are sweet-talking liars, the very embodiment of cunning and seduction.
Even if we cultivate the Dao, we're still demons. Fox spirits often feed on the heart's blood of cultivators, and the stronger the cultivator, the more potent their blood. My closeness, obedience, and flattery have always served another purpose.
So what if I agreed?
Didn't your mother ever tell you, Lord Immortal Venerable, that you can't trust the words of a pretty female demon?
*The main story is told in third person.
*A scheming, lovesick liar of a fox spirit who's weak in a fight x an Immortal Venerable who's determined to be a lovesick liar even if he's a block of wood. The pairing is set, but other characters have one-sided crushes on the heroine.
*Scheming against each other, deceiving each other: a melodramatic battle of love!
*Written in plain, straightforward language throughout. Read at your own discretion.
Theme: Courage, perseverance, and love
