In her previous life, Jiang Yun was the chief disciple of Wuyou Sect, with peerless cultivation and extraordinary talent. Clad in red, she dazzled the entire cultivation world and was the one and only white moonlight of disciples from all three thousand sects.
That white moonlight's fate, however, was not a happy one. As the chief disciple of the cultivation world's foremost sect, she was discovered to have a demonic bone. Given enough time, she would surely become the great demon of the three realms!
Jiang Yun died at the cultivation world's once-in-a-century Immortal Sects Assembly. Rumor had it her death was as gruesome as could be: her soul scattered, her bones and blood vanished, and she was barred from reincarnation for three hundred years.
Only a fragment of her soul remained, drifting through the mortal world for a long time.
She watched as the people who had seen her die expelled her from the sect; her former friends announced to everyone that they were cutting ties with her; the whole sect treated her as a disgrace; and even the junior brother she had rescued from a pack of wolves and raised with her own hands refused to erect even a nameless tombstone for her.
Jiang Yun: Well, that's just great.
After being reborn, she became an utterly unremarkable outer disciple of Wuyou Sect.
The junior brother who used to follow her around, obey her every word, and call her "Senior Sister" at every turn had become her... martial uncle...
Jiang Yun: What a pain.
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After Jiang Yun returned to life, sects of every size gathered at the foot of Wuyou Sect's mountain, claiming they had come to vanquish evil and defend the righteous.
She smiled calmly. Fine. This time, I'll kill you all. But before her hand could even reach her sword, someone seized it.
Her unlucky junior brother from before, now the exalted and aloof immortal-like martial uncle, held her hand as if it were a sacred relic.
"Why dirty your hands, Senior Sister? I'll take care of these ants for you."
As he spoke, heaven and earth changed. The sun sank, the moon vanished, and ten thousand feet of demonic energy surged in from every direction, bowing in reverence at his feet.
Only then did Jiang Yun learn that her junior brother had spent three hundred years forging a demonic bone for himself.
Jiang Yun: ???
Everyone else cultivates immortality. You're the only one cultivating demonic power?
#Help, I think my junior brother is crazy#
#It's fine, the cause is me#
#The story of how my martial uncle used to be my junior brother and later became my cultivation partner#
Max-level powerhouse pretending to be a pitiful nobody X mildly lovesick, moderately obsessive, severely sister-obsessed junior brother, a little princess who needs comforting
Tips:
1. This is not orthodox cultivation fantasy, and there are lots of original settings. What I say goes in my story.
2. A lighthearted story, writing practice, not long, and should be pretty sweet.
3. One-on-one romance, happy ending, younger man//▽//
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