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The Peak of Wuwang was engulfed in smoke and fire. Corpses littered the ground, and rivers of blood flowed.
The disciple she had painstakingly taught turned against her, raising the sword she had given him and pressing it to her heart.
Ji Minghua's plain white robes were stained with blood, like plum blossoms blooming in scarlet.
She gazed at her little disciple with an impassive expression, her voice cool, with a hint of helplessness. “If my death is what it takes for you to stop, then I will grant your wish.”
With that, she gripped the blade and stepped forward, to his astonished gaze. The sword pierced straight through her chest. Blood seeped from the wound, staining the white robe at her breast.
And so, she died again.
After her second death, she heard that the new Demon Lord had gone white-haired overnight and, driven mad, married the tomb of clothes and crown belonging to his master, the Venerable Minghua, whom he had killed.
Ji Minghua: “...”
Ying Zhuo still remembered the day she became Ji Minghua's disciple. Snow had been falling heavily. She stood beneath the red plum blossoms in a white robe, her sleeves drifting in the wind. Her beauty was peerless, like an untouchable immortal.
She conjured a white oil-paper umbrella with magic to shield him from the snow, then leaned toward him with a smile as warm as a flower. “From now on, you are my disciple.”
His cheeks flushed as he murmured, “M-Master.”
From then on, she became the one and only cinnabar mole in his heart.
Only later did he learn that his master had a cinnabar mole in her heart, too, and she had treated him well only because he looked like that person.
In a fit of rage, he took up the demonic path, built a palace, and forged a pure gold chain to imprison her there.
With tearstains all over her face, she dragged the heavy chain toward him. The golden bell around her ankle rang with every step.
She pleaded, “I was wrong, my disciple. Please let me go, all right?”
He replied coldly, “Don't even think about it.”
Then all he had left of her was a cold corpse.
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[Reading Guide]
* Content warnings:
1. The female lead was awful in her past life. She saw the male lead as a stand-in for her beloved, so she had almost no romantic feelings for him. In this life, she repents and resolves to start over, focusing solely on defeating evil and guiding her disciple onto the righteous path.
2. A wildly dramatic rebirth plot, overflowing with melodrama, involving a stand-in for a beloved and a crematorium-style redemption arc. The male lead is no saint, either.
* 1v1 + both leads are virgins + surprisingly sweet
* The characters' values do not represent the author's.
2022.6.24
Message: Your fate is in your own hands.
