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Zhuang Yingyue bought a spirit island. She decided it couldn't go without an heir, so she planned to bring home a husband to marry into her family.
First, he had to be handsome and not too short, or their next generation might suffer for it.
Second, he had to be good-tempered and gentle, and know how to sweet-talk her.
And he had to be clever and perceptive, and know how to look after her.
Zhuang Yingyue looked high and low, but couldn't find a single man who met her standards.
Then a group of demon slaves arrived on the island. She went to take a look and found one she liked.
The beautiful demon youth was dressed in rags and locked in a cage. His face was pale, blood stained his thin lips, and his lowered eyes made him look utterly pitiful.
Zhuang Yingyue brought the little demon home and took good care of him for a while.
He must have been badly frightened by the demon hunters. During the day, he turned into a little black snake and burrowed into her sleeve pouch, going everywhere with her. At night, he had to sleep pressed close to her to feel safe.
Fine, then. She'd carry him around and hold him close.
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Wen Jinci was the only half-demon in the world, and bore a prophecy that he would destroy it.
On the day he weathered the lightning tribulation of life and death, he was ambushed by the sanctimonious hypocrites of the Immortal Alliance. Gravely wounded, he changed his appearance and hid aboard a transport ship carrying demon slaves to recover, only to be bought and taken home by a female cultivator.
The female cultivator coveted his spiritual body and wanted to cultivate dual cultivation with him.
A dragon stranded in shallow water can be toyed with by shrimp. To keep his whereabouts secret, Wen Jinci had no choice but to play along, temporarily becoming her husband who had married into her family!
One day, a little demon under his command tracked him down and timidly asked, "My Lord, when will you return?"
The demon lord destined to destroy the world hadn't healed yet, so he said, "Some other day."
Ten years later, the little demon came to ask again, "My Lord, when will you return?"
The demon lord's wounds still hadn't healed. "Some other day."
A hundred years later, his trusted lieutenant came to find him and respectfully asked, "My Lord, have your wounds healed? When will you return?"
The demon lord was holding his newborn daughter and playing with her. He turned cold at the question. "My Lord? Who's that? Never heard of him."
"Forgetting Where You Came From"
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Zhuang Yingyue received an invitation containing a declaration of war from the Immortal Alliance against the demon race.
The alliance leader invited her, the long-retired greatest sword cultivator of the immortal path, to join the campaign against the demon lord who had grown increasingly brazen in recent years.
She had a husband, a child, and a warm home to return to. She wasn't keen on getting involved in all that nonsense.
But the alliance leader was her senior brother. His letter was so earnest it practically wept blood, and she couldn't refuse him, so she had no choice but to show her face.
On the day the war began, the Immortal Alliance and the demon race each brought out their greatest fighters.
Wangshu, the sword immortal wreathed in brilliant sword light, and the demon lord, whose aura blazed with ferocity, stared at each other and fell into a long silence.
Zhuang Yingyue, who had said she was merely going out to meet a friend, ventured, "Husband?"
Wen Jinci, who had promised to stay home and look after their daughter, said guiltily, "Wife..."
Everyone present: "???"
Reading guide:
1. A farming story with a slice-of-life feel.
2. To be added!
Theme: ...