Bound by a Blood Pact to the Demon Lord

Adorable, righteous young cultivator x beautiful, strong, tragic great demon

Although Zhu Linglian wasn't born into a cultivation family, nor did she join any prestigious sect, she was a diligent young cultivator from a small sect, wholeheartedly devoted to the Dao and determined to slay demons and exorcise evil.

One day, while eliminating a demon, she fell into a mountain cave and unexpectedly forged a blood pact with a demon. From then on, on the fifteenth of every month, they had to drink each other's blood or die.

Zhu Linglian: ...Isn't this a violation of my chastity?

I'm an upright, iron-willed cultivator of the righteous path!

The moon shone bright on the night of the fifteenth. Under the blood pact's influence, it felt as if thousands of swords were stabbing Zhu Linglian in the heart. She was drenched in sweat, determined not to drink the demon's blood.

Just as the pain blurred her consciousness, the demon gently reached out and drew her into his arms. He cut the pads of three fingers and held them to her lips, saying helplessly, "Bite down."

It smelled so good. Bewitched by the blood pact, Zhu Linglian couldn't hold back and chomped down on those three delicious fingers.

Blood seeped past her pearly teeth and slid down her throat, instantly soothing all her pain.

As she sucked greedily, the demon lowered his head. He extended his tongue and lightly traced her lips, licking away a bead of blood at the corner of her mouth.

The demon's tongue was slick and moist. Perhaps it was her imagination, but it seemed a little inexperienced, too.

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Tianyuan Peak once had the brightest young man in the world. With one stroke of his sword, he could split the peach blossoms across the mountain and slay every evil spirit, demon, and monster.

He had the best friends, the mightiest Cixian Sword, and the strongest Zuitangchun wine.

Later, he split the Wuji Snow Mountain with one slash and destroyed the strange ghosts. But in doing so, he fell into the demonic path and shut himself away in a mountain cave for fifty years.

A cultivator who fell into the demonic path was naturally erased by the cultivation world, erased from the memories of the world. Even the deed of splitting open the Wuji Snow Mountain was credited to someone else.

He thought he would remain like this forever, neither human nor demon, neither aging nor dying.

Until the day she barged in.

Reading guide:

1. This won't be very long, probably around 150,000 words.

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Coming soon: "Young Enough to Be a Grandmaster's Grandmother"

A junior sister is poisoned, and their master is missing.

Cheng Sifang, filled with grief and rage, uses a forbidden technique to summon the founding grandmaster's wife. "I'll make you pay for your blood debt."

Zhou Qingya, who has been summoned: ? Who are you?

Zhou Qingya was alone in life. Five years after her death, she has somehow become the grandmaster's wife.

This grandmaster's wife has red lips and pearly teeth, a face like a peach blossom, and looks barely twenty.

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Cheng Sifang never expected that this young grandmaster's wife was the female demon everyone in the cultivation world cursed.

Rumor has it she killed the beloved daughter of the Huangqi Palace Master.

Zhou Qingya: Who? Never heard of her.

Rumor has it she stole the Wuxiang Temple's sacred treasure.

Zhou Qingya: What thing? Never seen it.

Cheng Sifang: So, Grandmother, you were framed. You're really kindhearted, always helping others, beloved by everyone, and so beautiful that even flowers bloom when they see you.

Zhou Qingya: Ahem, that's not quite true. I did once have a sworn enemy.

Cheng Sifang: So this time, did you kill someone of his or steal something from him?

Zhou Qingya: I slept with him.

Theme: Redemption, growth, and creating a better world.