My Nemesis Insists I'm Her Dao Partner

Usually updates alongside the rankings, with daily updates after signing. My profile has a completed story about an unrequited love coming true, Before Dawn, and the upcoming childhood friends + unexpected encounter story, Childhood Friends Can Fall from the Sky~ Flashy, flirtatious, unhinged Demon Lord x cool, restrained, stubborn Sword Venerable Amnesia | Equally matched | Enemies become Dao companions 1. After the war between the righteous and demonic factions, the Demon Lord Pei Zhaoye was defeated and imprisoned in the Cold Prison. Everyone hoped she would die, but whenever Sword Venerable Yun Tinglan interrogated her, she always changed Pei Zhaoye’s bandages afterward. The Cold Prison was frigid. Yun Tinglan lowered her eyes and bandaged the wound on Pei Zhaoye’s shoulder, her fingertips cold as snow. Bound in chains, Pei Zhaoye still smiled at her. “Sword Venerable, when you used to change my bandages, you weren’t this fierce.” Yun Tinglan assumed she was babbling to save her life, and remained cool and detached. “The Demon Lord’s words aren’t worth believing.” But Pei Zhaoye gazed at her, the smile in her eyes slowly spreading. “True. You’ve even forgotten me.” 2. Ten years ago, a battle in a secret realm shook both worlds. Rumor had it that the Demon Lord was a bloodthirsty killer who slaughtered dozens of prodigies from both the righteous and demonic factions to seize a single lotus. But the more Yun Tinglan investigated, the more she realized that several of the fatal wounds on those bodies looked like her own sword marks. And Pei Zhaoye kept revealing more and more things. She knew Yun Tinglan was afraid of bitter flavors and would secretly keep a piece of candy in her mouth whenever she took her medicine. She knew there was a scar on her lower back, and that when she fell asleep, she liked to clutch the sleeve of whoever was beside her. No one in Yun Tinglan’s sect knew these little details. Pei Zhaoye simply looked at her and asked softly: “Sui Sui, do you really not remember a thing?” 3. Later, the Demon Lord broke free through fire. Yun Tinglan pursued her for three thousand miles with sword in hand, but could only watch as the black-clad figure disappeared into the snowy distance. Three months later, she was ordered to enter the demonic realm alone to negotiate peace. On the throne sat the woman who had once been locked in the Cold Prison, her black robes trailing on the ground and her crimson-gold eyes regarding Yun Tinglan with casual indifference. By day, the two of them stood their ground over the old case between their worlds. By night, Pei Zhaoye would lean down to straighten Yun Tinglan’s rumpled collar. Her fingertips drifted lower, stopping over the inch above Yun Tinglan’s heart. Through the thin fabric, Yun Tinglan’s heartbeat was unmistakably unsteady. Pei Zhaoye chuckled softly. “Sword Venerable, you were much calmer when you interrogated me before.” Yun Tinglan grabbed her wrist, but Pei Zhaoye used the opportunity to catch her fingers. She didn’t pull Yun Tinglan toward her. Instead, she lowered her head and pressed Yun Tinglan’s hand to her own heart, which was burning hot. She leaned close to Yun Tinglan’s ear, her voice gentle and low. “It’s all right if you’ve forgotten. I’ll pursue you again.” Yun Tinglan’s fingertips stiffened, but the heartbeat beneath her palm grew faster and heavier. The next moment, the golden bell in her sleeve suddenly rang softly. Pei Zhaoye lowered her eyes and smiled. “Did you hear that? It still remembers you.” Blurb archived on June 6, 2026 Theme: Hold on to the courage to choose your own path.