Ten Years Later, I Became My Kid's White Moonlight

Ye Qionghuan was born wicked, but the old sect leader of Qiqu Mountain took her in and raised her. He taught her: Do good, help the world, and cause no harm.

Ye Qionghuan took his words to heart. Even after practicing forbidden arts and becoming a wicked cultivator, she still did one good deed every day, insisting on being a good person outside her duties as a wicked cultivator.

Then one day, she picked up a disciple who was like a tiny kitten.

She accidentally left him halfway through raising him.

Ten years later, she escaped prison and saw daylight again. With no other choice, she infiltrated a sect and pretended to be a delicate innocent to save her own skin.

Her little cub had become the sect's chief disciple, and rumors were everywhere that he had a beloved white moonlight with whom he had pledged eternal devotion.

Curious, Ye Qionghuan snuck into his room to take inventory of his belongings.

Confiscated: two evil swords, one blood seal from Snow-Whisper Manor, one broken hairpin belonging to Ye Qionghuan, one lone earring belonging to Ye Qionghuan, one cloth tiger bought by Ye Qionghuan, two pairs of chopsticks used by Ye Qionghuan...

She was so startled she nearly dropped the blood seal that could command every wicked cultivator under heaven.

She turned around, and a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her waist. A faint warmth and trace of wine lingered beside her ear.

Her little cub's eyes were red, his dark eyes hazy with hurt. In a soft voice, he carefully rested his chin on Ye Qionghuan's shoulder, just as he had all those years ago.

"Master, have you really abandoned me?"

Ye Qionghuan was stunned. That beloved white moonlight... was it her?

Lian Zhao had a beloved master who was his white moonlight. She was arrogant and domineering, cold-blooded and ruthless, a female wicked cultivator.

Lian Zhao also had a junior sister next door who made his heart flutter. She was kind and gentle, always helping others and caring for little animals.

He was born a kind, timid child, yet he was adopted by a wicked cultivator.

Ever since he met her, his world had been turned upside down, beyond all hope of return.

But he didn't care. He knew only this: whatever she did was right, and anything but her was evil.

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Ding-ding! Did the wicked cultivator's identity get exposed today?

A fickle, unfeeling wicked female cultivator who does as she pleases × a devoted disciple who takes revenge for every wrong, sweet on the outside and dark within.

Please add it to your collection!

Next up: Childhood Friends with a Sickly, Beautiful, Strong-but-Broken Boy [Book Transmigration]. Please check out the preorder on my author page~

[Preview]

Yu Rong transmigrates into a book as the male lead's childhood friend: Xiao Yurong, the sect's most doted-on darling.

Unfortunately, she's a sacrificial lamb in a beloved-by-all supporting cast.

But luckily, little Yurong is only seven. Staying alive is what matters most. There are too many people trying to get close to the male lead, so she decides to find someone else to rely on.

She'll pick the one who's fated to die even earlier than she is.

Seven-year-old Xiao Yurong rises on tiptoe and gently knocks on the window that has never once been opened.

"Junior brother, junior brother, want a sweet rice cake? It's really delicious."

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Xiao Yurong thought that rewriting the plot would fix everything.

This boy was a little too withdrawn for comfort, so she used her professional skills as a counselor to help him, and even managed to win his heart. But as they grew up, she realized the world was taking a strange turn.

The sect's face-slapping target died. The villain who tried to hurt her died. The vicious second female lead had her eyes gouged out. The final boss exploded like a firework.

Frightened, Xiao Yurong begged the male and female leads for mercy in the dead of night: "Could you please spare me and my junior brother?"

But the two leads looked at her blankly.

When she returned in the latter half of the night, the smell of blood in the room was so strong that her head throbbed.

Her sweet, gentle, tender junior brother stood there with blood dripping from his sword tip, radiating a dangerous aura that warned everyone to stay away.

The moment he turned and saw her, the gloom vanished from his face and his eyes lit up. He came over and carefully lowered his forehead to hers.

Their eyes met. Xiao Yurong looked at him from inches away as he gave her an ingratiating smile.

"Rong'er, now you don't have to be afraid of anything, right?"

The counselor's career had hit rock bottom: she had turned a withdrawn child into an obsessive, sickly-sweet demon lord.

"I'll unite the Three Realms for you, then burn them all to ashes. Will that make you happy?"

Xiao Yurong: Very happy. Really.

A friend's novel I recommend: My Husband Is My Beloved After I Was Reborn by Chang'an and Su. It's especially good~

[Blurb]

In her past life, Qu SangSang was framed by her stepmother and forced to abandon her childhood sweetheart, the young master of the Wen family. She married the Yongzhong Marquis instead, a man with a household full of wives and concubines.

She suffered endlessly and died before three years had passed.

Heaven took pity on her and let her live again. She resolved that this time, she would never betray her beloved's heart.

But in this life, the so-called young master of the Wen family had become Prince Rong, and he cherished her like a treasure.

After their wedding, rumors spread that Commandery Princess Changping had turned down the Yongzhong Marquis's proposal and married Prince Rong for wealth and glory.

Others went even further, saying Prince Rong disliked the princess and that she spent every day humbling herself to win his favor.

Meanwhile, Qu SangSang lounged comfortably in her husband's arms, happily holding a strawberry. She popped a piece into his mouth and asked, "Husband, is this strawberry sweet?"

Wen Ruoting held his beloved wife with a beaming smile, kissed her temple, and said softly, "Not as sweet as you, my love."

Theme: Good and evil are decided in the heart.