A female demon cultivator with explosive combat skills and an utterly straight heart, who indiscriminately beats the daylights out of every enemy, x the former Immortal Venerable, now a pitiful yet devoted puppy of a sidekick
After the Demon Sect was wiped out, its leader, Nie Ying, returned to a thousand years in the past through a blood curse, ready to wreak havoc on the Immortal Sect and take her revenge. Instead, she became... the senior sister of the Two-Forgotten Sect???
Where was Xie Xuansu, the aloof and proud Immortal Venerable from a thousand years in the future?
She was here for revenge!
Why did that boy in the back mountain, whose parents didn't care for him, whose martial arts had been destroyed, who was bullied and never had enough to eat or wear, look so familiar?
Was this the enemy she had been looking for, the aloof Immortal Venerable Xie Xuansu?
Fine. First, you can be my underling and take care of my daily needs.
The boy coldly beats up the lackeys who came looking for trouble, then turns back and bites his lip innocently. "Senior Sister, they're bullying me."
The boy knocks on her door in the middle of the night with a martial arts manual in hand, his eyes glimmering. "Senior Sister... you can teach me however... however you want..."
Nie Ying is getting anxious.
Is this the beacon of righteousness a thousand years from now?
Is this the pure, aloof, and peerlessly cold Immortal Venerable?
This won't do! Why does it feel like he's growing up all wrong?
There's no helping it. As the senior sister of the righteous path, she can only teach him herself, step by step!
The boy takes her hand. "Senior Sister, I don't want to cultivate immortality."
Nie Ying: "Then what do you want to cultivate?"
Blushing, the boy says, "Senior Sister, I want to cultivate a bond."
A bond with you.
The Demon Sect is heartbroken. The Demon Sect despairs over his failure to live up to expectations. The Demon Sect has never seen an Immortal Venerable this much of a little lamb.
She only wanted to defy fate, be reborn, and take revenge. But to protect this little lamb from being bullied, she has no choice but to rule the Three Realms!
Sigh.
* Reborn female protagonist from the demonic path, with a heart of steel and absolutely no interest in men.
* The male lead is devoted to the female lead from start to finish, and she's the stronger one. I feel like this has a female-dominant dynamic, but everyone may see it differently, so judge for yourself.
* Updates at 11 p.m. I have chapters ready in advance.
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Theme: Independent women who are self-reliant and strong are the most beautiful
Ah?!! The finale!? It feels a bit rushed, my dear. I hope there will be a few extra chapters where the senior sister marries the junior brother and they get married. I am willing to pay for it.
The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climb towards you step by step, pass through your black hair, my hand, pass through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am? Please reprint. [Well, this is transferred from the hands of a certain rape flower TX, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]
Hey, it's a new year, what's the new work? [Let me be healthy]
Such a sweet and smooth emotional scene
Damn, when are you going to open a new pit? [Let me be healthy]
Not enough I want to read a few more chapters [Spreading Flowers]
Yeah, extra 🤩 I thought there wouldn't be any extras after it was over.
Damn, what are you considering for your next new book? 💪
Finished spreading flowers [spreading flowers] Looking forward to the next new book 💪
Ah, why is this the finale? The ending is too careless, right?