My Wife Can't Possibly Be a Bewitching Demoness from the Hehuan Sect

Lu Zhaoxue, the sect's radiant and noble senior sister, rescued a little white fox on the brink of death.

She kept it by her side as a spirit pet, protecting and pampering it, even letting it sleep by her pillow.

Little did she know that deep in those innocent fox eyes lay the soul of Yun Zhuo, young mistress of the Hehuan Sect, who had been struck back into her original form by a heavenly tribulation. Her sole reason for approaching this genius sword cultivator was to refine her into the perfect cultivation cauldron and drain her cultivation.

Yun Zhuo went to great lengths: she pretended to be in danger so Lu Zhaoxue would risk her life to protect her, staged a desperate ploy to take a deadly blow for Lu Zhaoxue, and, night after night, wove tender snares with her demonic arts, luring her into passionate embraces.

Lu Zhaoxue gradually fell for her, her heart taking root in love, until her Dao heart wavered.

In the end, she accepted twelve bolts of heavenly lightning, crippling half her cultivation, just to become Dao companions with the little fox.

Until that day, when the Hehuan Sect attacked from within and without.

The Tianyan Sect, which Lu Zhaoxue had protected, was brought to ruin. Her master's cultivation was destroyed, and all her fellow disciples were imprisoned.

Standing before the fallen mountain gate, Lu Zhaoxue watched her "beloved pet," restored to her true form as a bewitching demoness, smiling radiantly among the enemy ranks.

With countless eyes upon her, she turned her sword on herself, her Dao heart shattered, and devoted herself to the merciless path.

A hundred years later, Lu Zhaoxue, leader of the righteous path, held the eight directions at swordpoint. Cold and aloof, she let no one near.

Yet Yun Zhuo, now the Hehuan Sect's leader, came to find her once more. Disguised as a humble tea seller, she brewed a pot of warm tea and smiled as she had before. "Fairy sister, would you be willing to live an ordinary life as my wife?"

Lu Zhaoxue lowered her eyes and drank the tea, staying by her side day and night as though she had forgotten everything that came before.

Until their wedding day. As they bowed to each other, Lu Zhaoxue's Tempered Snow Sword, which had slain countless demons, pierced Yun Zhuo's dantian without warning.

"This time, I will do it myself. I will kill my wife to prove my Dao."

Another hundred years later, the entire cultivation world witnessed this:

A baby with features as delicate as a celestial child's boldly climbed to the summit of Tianyan Sect alone, wrapped her arms around Lu Zhaoxue's leg, and looked up to cry, "Mama!"

And the sect leader, who had devoted herself to the merciless path, actually answered in a quiet voice.

Theme: Success depends on people, but plans are subject to fate. Just do your best and leave the rest to destiny.