After Conceiving a Ghost Child, I Joined the Taoist Religion

[My next novel is Little Junior Sister. The blurb is at the bottom. If you like it, please add it to your favorites!] Three months into her marriage, Xin Yunrong can’t find a single fault with her husband, except for one thing: his body is so cold that even cuddling with him can wake her from sleep. When her cousin, a Daoist, comes to visit one day, she learns that her husband, who’s been away on business, isn’t human. Before she can decide what to do, her belly starts growing... Xin Yunrong has no choice but to follow her cousin and join the Daoist sect. Pregnant, she stumbles into the business of catching ghosts. She encounters danger many times, but each time she’s rescued by a handsome, unfamiliar young man. She’s immensely grateful, until one day she accidentally touches his hand and finds it just as cold as her husband’s. One-on-one romance, happy ending. Knowledge of Daoism comes from Baidu and the author’s imagination. There will be lots and lots of inaccuracies, so please don’t nitpick. Mwah. Next novel: Little Junior Sister Blurb: On the eighteenth winter after my master brought me back to the sect, I died. When I was falsely accused of being a demon spy and tied to the execution platform, I thought that this was probably my fate. An Gu, An Gu: destined to come alone and leave alone. Before everyone’s eyes, my master, who didn’t believe me, summoned his life-bound mystic flame and burned me to ashes, soul and all, as a warning to others. Looking at his white hair, I felt such unwillingness that, at the very last moment, I managed to tear off a fragment of my soul and cling to life. I fought my way into my master’s hall, only to stumble upon the secret he had hidden for years. It turned out that eighteen years ago, he had already divined that my fate would bring me into conflict with the sect, and that from the moment he went down the mountain to bring me back until the moment I died, he had merely been raising and manipulating me like an executioner keeping a victim before the execution. My junior sister deliberately lost the voice-transmission tube I’d planned to use to explain myself and beg for help before my execution. She nestled in my senior brother’s arms, crying pitifully, yet her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have gone to all that trouble to pick a marrow-cleansing herb in the demon realm so she could successfully reach Foundation Establishment. My third junior brother stood to the side and coldly comforted them, saying I had brought it on myself. There wasn’t the slightest trace of sorrow in his eyes. If I had another chance, I’d coldly watch as wild beasts devoured him amid a mountain of corpses. Dying out there would be the best fate for him. I looked to my usually gentle senior brother, hoping to find one last refuge. But he held my junior sister close and spoke with the same selfless impartiality my master had shown the day he killed me: “A demon spy deserves to die.” It turned out that for all those eighteen years, I’d been nothing but a joke. Heaven had eyes. Reborn in another body, I once again set foot in the immortal sect. When I ran into the white-haired Daoist Lord, he stopped at the sound of my voice, his gaze dazed. “What’s your name?” I smiled. “An Gu.” Theme: Even in the face of hardship, meet it with a smile, and you’ll welcome a better tomorrow.