[Laid-Back, Natural Airhead vs. Dark, Brooding, Beautifully Tragic Demon Lord]
The day Demon Lord Liao Rangchen returned for revenge, the entire Siye Immortal Sect fled. Only Zhiyu stayed behind. Her fellow disciples praised her courage for daring to stand alone against the Demon Lord.
Her fellow disciples exclaimed, "Junior Sister, you have such courage, daring to stand alone against the Demon Lord!"
Zhiyu: Actually, no... I just don't know how to ride the clouds.
They said the Demon Lord was cruel by nature and took pleasure in killing. Everyone figured Zhiyu was as good as dead. But when they saw her again, she was still in one piece and had brought back a handsome man.
Zhiyu excitedly introduced her savior to the people of the sect.
"The demon cultivators chased me all the way here. I owe my life to this senior brother!"
Her fellow disciples looked at the man beside Zhiyu, surrounded by demonic flames, and silently stepped back.
The immortal cultivators: Actually... he might not be an immortal cultivator.
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That day, Liao Rangchen was surrounded by demonic flames, ready to settle old scores.
When he reached the Siye Immortal Sect, all the immortal cultivators fled in panic.
He gave a cold laugh. "Let's see you get away now."
Perhaps Liao Rangchen's spiritual power was too strong. Thunder and lightning followed wherever he went,
and the thunder swallowed half of what he said.
A little girl suddenly scrambled to her feet on the ground.
Her eyes shone like stars as she asked excitedly, "You're going to take me with you?!”
Liao Rangchen: ...?
Red demonic flames rose in his palm as he furrowed his brow.
The little girl opened her eyes wide in surprise. "Could this be..."
Liao Rangchen: That's right. It's me.
"The light of righteousness?!"
Liao Rangchen: ?
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With the demon cultivators closing in, Zhiyu thought she was doomed. Then a senior brother stopped for her. He was quite unlike anyone else: he smelled wonderful.
Like fresh grass after the rain, or pine needles and snowmelt. Zhiyu was hooked after just one breath. Her senior brother was handsome and elegant, with the bearing of the foremost figure in the immortal sects.
His cultivation was profound, but unfortunately, he had been in seclusion for too long and knew nothing of the world.
He also had a rather odd personality.
He never talked or smiled, like a wooden doll.
They endured one hardship after another, with the demon cultivators in hot pursuit.
Zhiyu cursed in frustration:
"What kind of stupid Demon Lord chases two weak immortal cultivators like us?"
Her senior brother looked up.
Zhiyu: ...Huh?
She tested him. "Liao Rangchen is a big jerk!"
Her senior brother raised an eyebrow.
"A villain like Liao Rangchen deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces!" She pressed on.
Her senior brother chuckled.
Zhiyu thought she understood: As expected of the foremost figure in the immortal path!
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[Little Scene]
Later on...
The ground was strewn with corpses. The eight great immortal sects had been devastated, some destroyed, others badly wounded.
Zhiyu remembered all the nonsense she'd said to make her senior brother smile,
and trembled in terror, close to tears.
What a joke. How could her cool, handsome senior brother, who looked like an immortal descended from heaven,
possibly be that evil, villainous demon?
"Stupid Demon Lord?"
Zhiyu shook her head. "I was talking in my sleep."
"Big jerk?"
Zhiyu: "Also in my sleep."
"Cut into a thousand pieces?"
Zhiyu was close to tears. "Still in my sleep."
Liao Rangchen's eyes darkened. His gentle smile sent a chill down her spine.
"How about you try mistaking me for that senior brother of yours again?"
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Not a strong female lead. A satisfying, sweet one-on-one romance.
No vicious female rival or tragic second male lead.
Feel free to switch off your brain and dig in.
Theme: Face adversity head-on
