Why Is the Enchantress Like This?

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The blurb for my next story is below. Take a look, cuties!

Xiang Ningshuang was once a notorious demoness.

Taking advantage of her peerless beauty, she left a trail of broken hearts everywhere: the gloomy, handsome sword cultivator, the obsessive and lovesick demon... In short, she left behind plenty of romantic debts.

The elders of the righteous sects ground their teeth in hatred whenever they mentioned her. Even so, from time to time, earnest young cultivators couldn't resist their curiosity and went to Qishuang Valley, where the demoness lived beneath year-round snowfall, to sneak a peek at the infamous beauty.

Within Qishuang Valley, snow flew around green pines, and ice glittered like shattered jade. The strikingly beautiful woman sat barefoot in a pine tree, glancing back with casual indifference.

And so, another one joined the demoness's harem.

Unfortunately, one careless move was all it took. Xiang Ningshuang was unexpectedly murdered by one of her lovesick admirers, who had turned evil after being rejected.

She was just wondering how to pick out the killer from among her many ill-fated admirers when she opened her eyes and found herself reborn as... a flower in the pot of her sworn enemy, the Buddhist monk.

And that Buddhist monk, who had never once looked her in the eye, was clutching a necklace. Red marks appeared at the corners of his eyes as he struggled on the verge of falling into demonic corruption.

Wait... Wasn't that necklace hers?

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The Buddhist monk of this age, Luo Changhe, is descended from peacocks.

The female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect sometimes gather to talk. They say that, among all the famous young cultivators of the day, none can compare in looks to the one at the Great Fahua Temple.

A peacock feather hidden in a Buddha's shrine, a bewitching beauty in the Aranya.

What a pity. The Buddhist monk is devoted to the path of enlightenment, a figure as lofty and pure as snow on a high mountain, and has never spared a glance for the teeming masses.

No one knows that he, too, was once stained by obsession, left alone with the bitter fruit of his longing, gazing at the moon over the snow for an endless, hopeless time.

Like my last book, this has a happy ending.

A nontraditional Buddhist monk and a nontraditional demoness.

The male lead is a virgin. I don't like imposing requirements on the heroine, so I won't specify hers.

I hope you cuties enjoy reading! If you don't like it, there's no need to force yourself to keep going. There are countless good books on Jinjiang. If this one's not for you, just find another. Let's read in harmony, don't argue, and have fun, starting with me!

Coming soon: A Manual for the Master's Self-Rescue

Chi Jin transmigrates into a cultivation novel about a dragon-pride protagonist, as the villainous cannon-fodder master of the male lead.

In the original story, the male lead, Qi Mu, is exceptionally gifted. She takes an interest in his innate spiritual bones, so under the pretense of being a strict teacher, she uses every means at her disposal to suppress and abuse him, while seeking ways to tear out his bones and use them to forge a magic artifact.

Naturally, the story ends with Qi Mu discovering the truth and killing her in retaliation. He runs a sword through her heart and tosses her off Blackwater Cliff, leaving no trace of her remains.

Chi Jin has barely transmigrated when she opens her eyes to find herself in public, whipping Qi Mu over a trivial matter.

Chi Jin: ...

Someone, please save me.

*

Qi Mu has a secret: from time to time, he turns into a weak, pitiful little cat.

Whenever it happens, he hides somewhere to avoid being beaten black and blue by the ill-tempered outer sect disciples.

But one day, the cold and ruthless woman he calls his master finds him. Just as he's convinced he's doomed, the cool-faced woman suddenly bends close with a smile in her eyes, takes him back to her cave, and smothers him with kisses and cuddles, lifting him up in the air.

He bites her hard, deep enough to reach the bone.

Chi Jin: Aww, the kitty is so cute.

He claws her again, leaving blood streaming from the wound.

Chi Jin: Aww, the kitty is so cute.

Qi Mu doesn't understand.

The aloof, immaculate master who stands above all others and has never once looked him in the eye is now stroking him with soft fingers, treating him with patience and care, and coaxing him to take his medicine and eat in an unbelievably gentle voice.

So... she isn't cruel by nature. She just hates him?

She just hates him.

*

Chi Jin still fails to escape her predetermined fate. Qi Mu, who can now turn the world upside down with a flick of his hand, imprisons her in a cave, trapping her in a tiny space.

Pale moonlight filters down in scattered beams. Someone comes through the moonlight, robes trailing like clear skies, and crouches in front of her.

Though he is the very picture of grace and purity in the eyes of the world, a young man clad in white like fresh spring silk, when he looks at her, his eyes are as dark as a burning abyss. His expression is strange as he slowly turns his face and rests his cheek lightly in her palm.

A docile posture, begging for affection.

"Master..." He rolls her name around his mouth before swallowing it. "Touch me again."

Theme: Without weathering the storm, how can you see the rainbow?