[Black-hearted junior disciple x max-strength senior sister]
Li Zhaozhao was the exceptionally gifted senior sister of Qingjue Peak. In her previous life, she fought the demon lord Mu Chongguang to the death, and the two of them perished together, their whereabouts unknown.
Three thousand years later, Li Zhaozhao became the junior sister of Qingjue Peak, blessed with an extraordinary gift. No demon in the world could hide from her.
Demons were all ugly, so Li Zhaozhao had always scoffed at this gift.
Until one day, she saw the new junior brother at Qingjue Peak.
His eyes were like a river of stars, his beauty striking and unparalleled, his manner both dazzling and gentle.
Li Zhaozhao took a closer look. Why did this junior brother have a fluffy tail behind him?
Late at night, Li Zhaozhao gazed with a smile at the elegant white fox on the roof.
"Stop pretending, junior brother. I know it's you."
She boldly stroked his tail. "Don't worry, junior brother. Your senior sister will keep your secret safe."
"All you have to do is let your senior sister touch your tail once a day."
Mu Chongguang was born in darkness. Humans despised and drove him away, while demons hated him for his deformity.
As he raised his blade to cut off his tail, Li Zhaozhao dropped from the sky, smiling as she stepped on it.
"Don't be afraid, junior brother."
From then on, he put down his swords and stood in the light.
His primordial spirit returned, and his memories came flooding back. Old hatreds resurfaced, and Mu Chongguang coldly looked down on the world as people prostrated themselves and begged for mercy.
He remembered everything from his previous life.
He remembered a woman named Li Zhaozhao, how she had bullied and deceived him, tricked him into forming a bond of love, then plunged a sword into his chest and died with him.
When his sword pierced her chest, Mu Chongguang saw a blood-red tear fall from his fingertip.
He was the greatest of all the ancient evil spirits. Grief should not have appeared in his body.
Yet when Li Zhaozhao's soul vanished from his palm, a flower of eternal love and desire bloomed in his heart.
For the next thirty thousand years, he gave up his heart's blood and stripped away his flesh, all to temper her soul and bring her back to the mortal world.
Theme: What others cast aside as worthless, I treasure like a pearl
