He's Fierce and Flirtatious

[Letting loose, purchase with caution] #The main story is not in first person A silly, gorgeous beauty with peerless martial arts skills × a fierce wolfdog who makes his wife cry, then has to comfort him himself On the seventh day after my father died, Bo Zhao inexplicably dragged me out of my home and shoved me into a prison cart. Bo Zhao was terrifyingly fierce, like the yaksha god from my father's stories. His eyes were as sharp as knives, as if he ate children for a living. They said I was a demoness who brought calamity to the world and devoured the souls of the living. They beat and cursed me and refused to give me food. I really didn't understand. I was my father's little princess. How had I become a demoness? Then, one night, I was hungry and soaked by the rain, crying miserably outside. Bo Zhao pushed open the window and asked impatiently, "Why are you crying?" I was so scared that I stopped crying. But that night, he ran all over the city, visiting every shop, and bought me a meat pie I wanted to eat. My soul-loss sickness grew more and more severe. The day public anger became impossible to contain, the sect master sent me to the execution grounds and threw me into a cauldron of boiling water. The instant I was thrown in, I saw Bo Zhao descend from the sky and reach into the boiling water to pull me out. --My yaksha god had become the number one immortal lord under heaven, the Immortal Lord of Jiuyi. Ever since he became an immortal lord, my life took off too. I lived in the grandest palace, wore the prettiest clothes, slept with the most handsome men, and could beat up anyone I wanted. I said I wanted candied hawthorns, so he took me to Kyoto and let me eat my fill, then wiped out the entire city while he was at it. I said I wanted to see fireworks, so he blew up the Yin-Yang Terrace that the sect master had spent four hundred years building, turning it into a shower of sparks. I said I missed the chicks I had raised, so he turned the entire Huachun Sect into a chicken farm. That day, he carried me up the palace's three thousand steps. Behind him, the sect master knelt and kowtowed step by step, weeping and begging him to save the people afflicted with soul-loss sickness. The coldest, most otherworldly immortal lord turned back with a smile. "What do the people of this world have to do with me? I only want Yanyan." Coming soon: After My Ex-Husband and I Switched Identities (A kitty on my head, please add it to your collection~) In her previous life, Shen Qinglian was a medicine woman with primal yin, gifted to Bai Yuzhong, one of the "Eight Sons of Taiqing." She thought they were in love with each other. It wasn't until after their wedding, on their wedding night, that she learned what it meant to live in a fool's fantasy. A medicine woman with primal yin could help one cultivate a thousand miles a day. Using the cultivation he gained from her, Bai Yuzhong tore open the void and cured his young disciple's grievous injuries. Then he imprisoned Shen Qinglian in the Nether Prison and removed her bones one by one to rebuild his disciple's body. He said, "I owe you in this life. In your next life, you can hate me all you want." But when Shen Qinglian died, Bai Yuzhong looked past his young disciple, who rushed into his arms laughing and crying, and gazed at the corpse on the ground, eyes still open. For a moment, his soul left his body and his heart broke to pieces. When Shen Qinglian woke up, she discovered that she had become one of the "Eight Sons of Taiqing." Bai Yuzhong's master had become her master, his senior brothers and junior sisters had become hers, and even Bai Yuzhong's life-bound sword had become hers. Shen Qinglian: ... And Bai Yuzhong had become the medicine cauldron sent to her bed. Bai Yuzhong thought that this time, if he devoted himself to treating her well, she would accept him. So he killed his master and friends, braved mountains of blades and seas of fire, and returned to her covered in wounds, carrying the poisonous artifact Infant Fragrance Sword she wanted. But he saw her leaning against another man's chest, smiling as she plunged the sword into his heart. Why? She smiled and said, "My little disciple needs you as medicine, husband. You should be grateful." In that instant, Bai Yuzhong understood. She had cruelly copied what he had done to her, giving him hope, then crushing it bit by bit. Reborn, Shen Qinglian lived for one purpose: to take revenge on Bai Yuzhong. Then she suddenly discovered that she also had a badly injured young disciple waiting for her to save him. Shen Qinglian hadn't planned to help him. Unfortunately, that man appeared in her dreams every night, to the point that she called out his name while making love to Bai Yuzhong. Seeing Bai Yuzhong's face turn deathly pale, she suddenly thought that saving her young disciple might not be such a bad idea. Yingzhao was once the Lotus Throne, foremost among the seven demon kings. He was bloodthirsty and cruel, tyrannical and unrestrained, yet he held one person deep in his heart. For that person, he didn't hesitate to cut open his own flesh and bones and cultivate an immortal meridian alongside his demonic one, becoming a disciple under Shen Qinglian. He thought his master loved him too, but had kept it to herself because of worldly conventions. That was, until his master suddenly raised a lowly medicine cauldron to the status of her husband. How could someone so base and lowly dare to share his master's bed... When he could no longer hide his identity, he returned to the demonic realm. Before everyone's eyes, he pulled his master into his arms, clasped her hand, and kissed her as they hacked that medicine cauldron to pieces. Theme: Love requires mutual devotion