After Cultivating the Ruthless Path, My Husbands from Past Lives Came Looking for Me

Screenshot saved on 2020.9.27 Blurb: At the beginning of the year, the goddess Ning Suichu was demoted for a certain reason. She must endure seven trials of love before she can ascend again. After experiencing six lifetimes of love, Ning Suichu finally regained her memories of her past lives after reincarnating for the seventh time. Thinking back on the disastrous events of her first six lives, she decided to cultivate the Ruthless Dao and ascend as soon as possible. But after she arrived at the Ruthless Dao sect to become a disciple, she discovered that... Her senior brother, who spent his days wandering the world and helping those in need, was her husband in her second life. Her fiery-tempered junior brother, whom everyone avoided, was her husband in her third life. The seductive and brutal Demon Lord was her husband in her fourth life. The unruly demon spirit sealed inside an ancient sword was her husband in her fifth life. The ancient beast wreaking havoc across the land was her husband in her sixth life... And her master, who sat high above them all, had reached the Mahayana realm long ago but refused to ascend. He was her husband in her first life. Just as she was thinking she should cling tightly to the Ruthless Dao, the little disciple she'd taken in looked up and said: “Master, according to this fate chart, I'm your husband from your seventh life.” Ning Suichu: ... Who wrote this fate chart? I'll kill them! Coming soon: The Perfumer by Yan Shu. Visit the author's page to see it~ An elegant, cool beauty × a younger wolfish guy, told in episodic stories Blurb: The Ji family has been a family of perfumers for generations. Using fragrance as a guide, they ferry the souls of the living and fulfill the wishes of the dead. Their legendary Soul-Returning Incense, said to bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to bone, has drawn the covetous attention of many. On a rainy night in late spring, a young man followed an unusual fragrance and pushed open the green wooden door with diamond-patterned glass, tucked away in a narrow alley. By the dimly lit window, a woman in a white qipao turned around and looked him over with a scrutinizing gaze. “What wish do you have?” “...?” “Everyone who comes to my shop has an unfulfilled wish.” Ji Mengci leaned against the window. “The living... and the dead.” The young man stared blankly at the shop sign. After a long pause, he turned back. “This house belongs to my family. I came to... collect the rent.” Ji Mengci's smile froze. “The rent has already been paid.” “Oh.” The young man nodded blankly. “But I have nowhere to go. Can I stay and help out? I can do anything... What do you do?” “...” From that day on, Ji Mengci had a little shadow trailing behind her. Cover art used with permission from the artist: Dengyue Yijiu Fangkuai Theme: Many hands make light work