After I Died, the Immortal Lord Fell into Demonic Cultivation

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Yuan Xichun was the least remarkable of the hundred thousand disciples at Wangxian Cave. She had a pretty face and mediocre cultivation. The only thing people ever talked about her for was that she had died once in the Sword Lord's place.

Yet in just a few short years, she was gone, returned to dust. No one remembered her.

After all, the world would remember the radiant, sunlike Sword Lord Yin Changyu and the bewitching, amorous Saintess of Yaochi, Yue Zhuo. They would marvel at the endless entanglement of love and hate between them. But who would spare a thought for an unremarkable disciple of Wangxian Cave?

Her love and hate were not worth speaking of.

After returning from the dead, Yuan Xichun felt as though she'd awoken from a dream that had lasted years. She fell silent.

Her spiritual abode was shattered, her true spirit scattered, and she was one step away from the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.

Among those who underwent the love tribulation, probably no one had a more tragic ending than she did. And the worst part was, she hadn't even passed the tribulation!!!

Yuan Xichun was tired. Whoever wanted to undergo this love tribulation could do it themselves.

This time, she only wanted to cut the knot with one stroke, sever all karmic ties, and once again reach the summit of the Great Dao.

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An old friend comes to her like a dream; the past turns to emptiness.

Yin Changyu had spent countless days and nights yearning for her soul to return, his heart possessed by an obsession.

But at last, he looked back in grief.

The person he had hidden in his heart, the one he could never bring himself to confess to, had died long ago in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

The Yuan Xichun of today would send spring rain to ease the suffering of all living beings, but she would never again leave a ray of spring sunshine for him.

Upcoming novel: I Want to Love You, Too, Demoness

Ning Lu was born in the Kudu Demon Sect and was a vicious, ruthless demoness in the eyes of righteous cultivators.

In the stories, characters like her always meet a gruesome end.

And sure enough, that was exactly what happened.

Ning Lu learned the fate of her death in a dream.

The great age was nearing its end. The fate of a nobody was as insignificant as a grain of sand, utterly inconsequential. Even though she'd been infamous in her previous life, she'd never stained her hands with blood.

When she awoke, she faced a cruel reality.

Ning Lu accepted who she was. If she could only become a demon cultivator, then a demon cultivator she would be.

But she was curious: when faced with humiliation and torment, would those so-called prodigies from her dream still keep their Dao hearts pure and their resolve unchanged?

Ning Lu forced them to become her demon slaves.

She said she liked them.

But her affection was a lie, a means of torment, something she summoned and cast aside at will.

So when they told her they liked her, she felt only absurdity, disgust, and a hatred that made her want to die.

Love gives rise to hate, and hate gives rise to fear.

Ning Lu knew she was taming ferocious beasts, and their bloodthirsty nature would one day make them break free of their cages and turn on their master.

Ning Lu didn't care.

She wasn't afraid of death. She just didn't want to live another life that was a joke.

Until death truly came.

She thought she could accept it with a smile. After all, her short life had been exciting enough.

But someone fought his way through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, insisting on taking her away.

He said he didn't believe it.

Cultivators defied the heavens in their pursuit of the Dao. They had never surrendered to fate.

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Ning Lu didn't understand. She had treated him so badly.

She had stolen his fortune, destroyed his romantic prospects, and even considered dragging him to hell with her. He should have hated her, watched coldly as she died, then continued pursuing the supreme Dao.

So why, at the final moment, had he risked his life to return here?

Ning Lu asked him, "Do you love me?"

He said, "I don't have time to hate you enough."

Because he hated her, he didn't want to watch her wither away. Because he hated her, he wanted to lock her by his side so she couldn't harm anyone else. Because he hated her, he hoped she would find her true self.

Ning Lu understood none of it.

She simply nodded calmly and set out with him to escape, without hesitation. Compared to elusive love, passionate hatred seemed more real.

She would live.

Even if it meant they would be entangled with each other for the rest of their lives, until death did them part.

Later, Ning Lu went to the Upper Realm.

From an unknown rogue cultivator to a peerless prodigy who strode across the Nine Heavens, she earned the submission of countless cultivators. Even the will of Heaven could no longer stop her from ascending to immortality.

In her glorious life, countless people told her they loved her, were willing to give everything for her, and would do whatever it took to follow in her footsteps. But whenever she severed her worldly ties, she always thought of the person who had once told her he hated her.

For in the end, all that hatred amounted to was hating her for being heartless.

The Great Dao is heartless.

Theme: People must first love themselves before they can love others.