Tales of Linyue Mountain

The mountain god of Linshan, Tuling, rescues a half-demon and breaks the barrier that had trapped her for eighteen years. She then sets off for the immortal sect to find her master, who has been missing for eight years.

But her first steps go badly. Disqualified for no apparent reason, she is instead forcibly assigned to the care of her senior brother.

The very same one rumored to embody the sect's rules, uphold justice without mercy, and stand apart from the world, the sect's untouchable ideal.

Later, she realizes that something is not quite right...

When she examines a corpse, he hands her a handkerchief.

When she nearly gets caught breaking sect rules, he points his sword at his fellow disciples.

Then she regains her memories and discovers her senior brother's half-demon identity.

But to save him, Tuling resolutely signs the Peach Blossom Pact written on a fragment of an ancient book.

Afterward, he takes all the red-lacquered wooden chests from the courtyard into his possession and presents them to her.

“These are my betrothal gifts. I wish to offer myself to repay you for saving my life.”

Later, as her origins come to light, she becomes a renowned heroine thanks to her intelligence and talent, but is also swept up in old affairs and made a target for everyone.

Her usually taciturn senior brother suddenly stays right by her side. “I'm afraid you'll be as foolish as I was back then.”

*

Yue He was supposed to spend his life following the rules and precepts. The day he learned he was half immortal and half demon, cracks appeared in his perfect world.

The morals of the world told him he should never have been born.

His master made a wager with him: if he could successfully endure his tribulation, he must never give up lightly again, and must pursue a path of his own.

The day he met Tuling, Yue He seemed to find his answer.

But the immortal path is merciless. It would take away even the one person who tied him to this world.

He will rule the demon realm and storm the immortal sect. If there is no path in this world, he will carve one out for her.

Sect Rules:

1. The early story focuses on solving cases, and the romance develops slowly. It gets sweet later OvO

2. One-on-one, both leads are each other's only partners, happy ending

3. My first novel as a newcomer. I'm slowly improving in every way. Thank you for reading ꜀(^. .^꜀ )꜆੭

Coming soon: How to Raise a Demon King

Sweet yet spirited foodie saintess × Demon King with overwhelming strength, pretending to be clueless about human life

“W-why did you save me?”

“Curiosity.”

“Curious about what?”

“I want to see how long you can keep being a good person.”

*

Saintesses are born bearing a curse. They are beautiful and frail, and bound by all sorts of rules they cannot defy. Rumor has it that divine power is sealed within them, and only a thousand crossbow bolts can break their bonds.

The saintess escapes Saintess Village successfully, but her frail constitution repeatedly leaves her at the mercy of the common folk's malice, until she saves someone who is nearly starved to death with buns she made herself.

When the person wakes, their eyes are full of wariness. “What did you do to me?”

The saintess brings over a bowl of hot congee. “Want some?”

From then on, the person complains about plenty of things, but stays by her side to keep her from suffering those strange sensations again.

One day, the person is accidentally injured and bares their fangs, biting into her shoulder. Their identity is exposed. “I've injected poison into your body. From now on, no one will dare bully you.”

When the saintess learns the truth, she doesn't run. She only asks quietly, “Are you going to leave me?”

“Dummy, I'm just afraid something might happen.”

“I told you not to call me dumb! Words have power! Why don't you try praising me instead?”

The Demon King raises an eyebrow and strokes her head. “All right. You're the most resilient, brave, adorable, and beautiful person in the world.”

He praises her in many ways, but never once calls her kind.

Warmth blooms in the saintess's heart, and something cool suddenly brushes past her cheek.

The saintess startles, her face turning crimson as she glares at him.

The Demon King says coolly, “I was just stopping your bleeding. Don't read into it.”

The saintess looks down. Sure enough, the wound on her shoulder no longer hurts. She stares up at him in a daze, frowning. “Is that how all of you treat injuries?”

Theme: After a long struggle with myself, I would rather be myself.