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Cultivating as a yaoguai is no easy feat. In all the vast world throughout the ages, only the Qinghua Emperor ascended to godhood in a yaoguai's body. Legend has it that he used his own blood and heart to nourish a ten-thousand-year-old peach tree, which suppressed the karmic flames and ultimately made him a virtuous and powerful emperor.
Taoyao: That's right, I'm the damn peach tree that became a spirit, and I fell for that damn emperor.
#There are countless men in the world. If this one won't do, just find another.
Before Taoyao could even leave the Ghost Realm, she was abducted and made the bewitching consort of a bloodthirsty Ghost King.
Oh, the Ghost King just wanted to eat peaches from her, a ten-thousand-year-old peach tree spirit.
Taoyao, whose leafy crown had been burned to cinders by the karmic flames: I can't blossom or grow peaches. What am I supposed to do?
The Ghost King might chew her head to pieces just like he would a peach.
Daily life in the Netherworld: Run, run far away.
After Taoyao was caught for the eight hundredth time while trying to escape, the Ghost King, covered in blood, walked toward her from among the mountain of withered bones. He spread his bloodstained bone wings over her and said, "Yaoyao, forget the Emperor. Don't go."
He is a lofty god, untouched by the dust of the world, without the seven emotions or six desires.
And I am but a pile of withered bones, cast off in the boundless hell and its blazing karmic flames, carrying a love for you that has never changed in ten thousand years.
#She is the god's sin, and the Ghost King's salvation
#A groveling-after-the-wife story that ends with nothing but a pile of bones
Emperor = Ghost King = the same person = a long, long road to win back the peach
One-on-one romance, happy ending
One-on-one romance, happy ending
Theme: Work hard and love life.
