My Recently Divorced Ex-Husband Has Amnesia

Xi Lu was a princess of the demon clan, and had always kept a low profile.

The only two times she ever made a spectacle of herself were when she insisted on marrying an obscure little immortal from the Heavenly Realm, and when she divorced him three hundred years later.

Xi Lu had barely sent him the divorce papers when he fell off a cliff and hit his head. His memories stopped at the time, three hundred years earlier, when he had promised to marry her.

He took out their marriage contract and pointed to the promise she had written: "A princess of noble standing must not break her word."

Xi Lu tore the contract to shreds. "So I tore it up. You're just a little immortal. What can you do to me?"

The next day, immortals from every corner came to urge them to make up.

Xi Lu seized the chance to settle old scores with them.

She pointed at the Mountain God. "Didn't your wife say my ex-husband seduced me with his looks?"

She pointed at the River Earl. "At your birthday banquet, didn't your precious son say my ex-husband wasn't fit to take a seat?"

The immortals she called out glanced at her ex-husband, who was sitting in a corner drinking tea. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth lifted in a faint, unreadable smile. Every one of them was so terrified their souls nearly fled their bodies. They wished they could cover her mouth. Princess, please stop talking!

*

Xi Lu was baffled. Before, every one of them had been arrogant in front of her ex-husband. Now they dodged him like mice fleeing a cat.

Only later did she understand.

They weren't avoiding her ex-husband. They were afraid of him...

***Please add my upcoming novel to your collection: My Crazed Junior Brother Tries to Make Me Reveal My Secret Identity Every Day***

The great demon of the Wasteland wreaked havoc among the immortal sects, devoured people's hearts and marrow, and fed on their souls...

Yan Tang counted the rumors off on her fingers. Only one part was right: in her previous life, she had been a demon.

In this life, she had become a disciple of an immortal sect, but her cultivation had been crippled.

Good! With her cultivation gone, she could keep her secret identity under wraps and be a lazy fish from now on!

The problem was that the junior brother who depended on her for survival was hopeless. Every day, whether he had just woken up or was going to sleep, all he wanted was revenge for her.

Yan Tang urged him to focus on his cultivation and stop rushing off to get himself killed. He turned around and crippled her enemies, every last one of them.

When he wouldn't listen to reason, she scolded him for being bloodthirsty and cold, with no trace of an immortal about him!

Junior Brother: "Senior Sister has become so irritable because of them. They must pay for their blood debt!"

Yan Tang: ...I can't talk him out of it. I really can't.

Then her junior brother kicked down the demon clan's gates, saying he was going to dig up the previous Demon King's grave and take his inner core to heal her.

Yan Tang stared at the name on the tombstone, and her secret identity shattered into pieces.

"Is it possible... that you're digging up my grave?"

*

Yan Tang pulled out her family's ancestral whip and cracked it loudly. I've tamed tens of thousands of demons. Surely I can handle this little brat!

Junior Brother: "Senior Sister... you..."

[Heh heh, scared now, are you?]

Her junior brother opened his collar, his cheeks faintly red. "Use a little more force."

[...???]

Theme: Grow toward the light.