My Archrival Keeps Offering Themself to Me

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As the junior sister of the Xingyan Sect, Jiang Zhichu must fight her fellow disciples to the death once she masters her cultivation method. The victor will inherit the sect and stand above all others; the loser will become an unknown skeleton buried in the sand.

She and her senior brother, Xi Yu, were born enemies. One of them had to die for it to end.

Her senior brother was extraordinarily gifted, his sword chilling fourteen provinces. Everyone said he would surely win.

She refused to believe it, and trained desperately for years so she could defeat him on the day they fought to the death.

But... her senior brother didn't seem to care about winning. He feared nothing, not even death.

He generously taught her whenever she didn't understand something. He sparred with her when she practiced her swordsmanship. He stood up for her when others picked on her. Whenever he had the chance to kill her, he held back, ruffling her hair and telling her to keep trying.

"If you won't kill me, aren't you afraid I'll kill you someday?" she asked, puzzled.

Xi Yu only smiled faintly. "Wait until you can beat me before worrying about that."

Later, she defeated him.

Someone had tampered with their duel, and her sword sank into her senior brother's chest. She heard people calling her despicable and saw the shock in his eyes.

His white robes stained with blood, he fell like a snowflake, then crashed to the ground. Cold tears fell with him.

She had killed with her own hands the senior brother who had loved and protected her for over a decade.

Jiang Zhichu had always thought of Xi Yu as her rival, but she couldn't understand why she was crying so bitterly as she held his blood-soaked body.

He still had the birthday gift he'd meant to give her in his arms. His elegant handwriting was soaked with blood. It read: May my junior sister know peace and happiness, and be free of worries for all eternity.

*

Jiang Zhichu became the leader of the Xingyan Sect and traveled to the Immortal Realm to celebrate the Immortal Crown Prince's return after his tribulation.

In the crowd, she caught sight of the prince's face. He looked exactly like Xi Yu, tall and straight, with a face like jade and the bearing of an immortal, unmatched anywhere in the world.

But Xi Yu was distant and cold toward her, and didn't remember her at all. She heard that during his tribulation, he had suffered something he couldn't bear to remember, and had erased over a decade of memories from his mortal life.

Jiang Zhichu knew he hated her. It was probably for the best that he'd forgotten her. She wouldn't seek him out again.

Yet before long, a marriage proposal arrived at the Xingyan Sect.

"If the sect leader marries me, I will protect you for the rest of your life. If you refuse, I will destroy the Xingyan Sect you cherish."

The good news: Xi Yu remembered her again.

The bad news: Xi Yu seemed to have turned evil.

*

As Jiang Zhichu slept soundly, Xi Yu toyed with her silky black hair, gazing at her beautiful face with a dark expression.

When she stirred awake, he gripped her chin and kissed her hard on the lips again. Their lips and teeth pressed and turned against each other, while her tears ran over his fingertips.

This was his bride, the junior sister he had thought of every day for over a decade.

Even if she wanted to kill him and didn't love him, he would use any means necessary to keep her imprisoned at his side and make her belong to him alone.

He was yearning for a love she had once destroyed with her own hands.

----------------This novel's blurb----------------

The Ghost King Ye Xiange had slept for a thousand years when one day a young Daoist awakened her.

In theory, it should have been a Sleeping Beauty story, with the two living happily ever after. But she was the Ghost King, hunted by everyone in the mystical arts world, and the young Daoist was a descendant of the very lineage that had nearly beaten her to death.

The child of her enemy, her sworn foe for life.

And yet he had a handsome face that tempted her. This boy must not be allowed to live.

But her ghostly power had somehow become bound to the young Daoist. If he lived, she lived; if he died, she died.

A beautiful woman with deadly schemes and a deeply calculating nature. This boy must not be allowed to live.

And after a thousand years of sleep, the world's mystical arts had regressed a hundredfold. The young Daoist couldn't even exorcise a low-level ghost, so she had to do the honors herself.

A master of disguise who pretends to be weak while hiding his strength. This boy must not be allowed to live.

The young Daoist kept calling her his "benefactor" and promising to repay her with his life. His eyes shone brightly whenever he looked at her.

When Ye Xiange's ghost general captured the young Daoist and was about to avenge the blood feud from a thousand years ago, she stopped the raised blade and said solemnly, "I'll take revenge in my own time. Got it?"

[Strong heroine, happy ending]

Theme: I hope you are happy. I will give you everything I have