After the Junior Sister of the Immortal Sect Defected to the Demon Clan

In her previous life, she committed countless evil deeds. In this life, she became a witch who works overtime every day.

Bai Ji was ambushed by the senior sister of her sect and fell off a cliff, causing her cultivation to regress. After enduring countless hardships to make it back to the sect and explain herself, her master saw the demonic markings on her body and decided to execute her on the spot.

Her senior brother looked at her coldly, then turned away in disgust and never glanced at her again.

Her former friends cut ties with her, and even the junior brother who used to cling to her spoke up to condemn her.

Every member of the sect denounced her and called for her death. As for that senior sister, she even kindly begged their master to lock Bai Ji in the ice prison for several centuries.

A hundred years later, all her demonic markings had faded. Her disposition had grown gentler, and her cultivation had made her one of the best among the disciples.

The day the Demon Realm attacked, she activated the sect's protective formation.

After dragging her senior sister into a self-detonation that killed them both, Bai Ji discovered that fate had returned her to the beginning.

Pretending to be normal was just too exhausting.

Bai Ji looked at the two paths ahead, turned on her heel, and headed for the Demon Abyss.

-

The people of the Demon Realm were a little strange.

The old Demon Ancestor loved wearing red. What he did most often was fish for man-eating piranhas in the Spirit Transformation Pool.

The Demon Lord was relatively normal. Every so often, he would capture someone, then let them go again.

The senior disciple spent all day sleeping, but his cultivation never fell behind.

And aside from cultivating, the people of the Demon Realm seemed to love farming most of all?

Bai Ji: You're the Demon Realm! Why are you all acting so peaceful and content?

-

When her former senior brother ran into her current senior brother, Bai Ji found herself in a bit of a bind.

"Junior Sister, I know you resent the sect, but you have tremendous talent in the sword path. Why give up practicing the sword?"

Her current senior brother put an arm around Bai Ji and opened his fan to hide the corners of his mouth, which had curled upward. "Jiji Grass, do you know how the village idiot Er Gou died?"

Bai Ji asked, "How?"

"He meddled too much."

Seeing her former senior brother reach for his sword, her current senior brother added quietly,

"And took it personally."

One day, later on, Yu Yongchao lifted Bai Ji's chin with his folding fan. His eyes were as dark as ink that would never dissolve. "You learned the fan from me, cultivated with me, and I taught you everything. Yet you call him Senior Brother, and you call me Senior Brother too."

"Jiji Grass, do you know what we demonic cultivators do when we like something? We take it."

Before the Heavenly Dao destroyed the world, all life was plunged into suffering. Some brought disaster, while others brought hope.

- You are the spark of life, and you are my whole world.

[Female Lead's Growth Journey, Not an Over-the-Top Power Fantasy]

☆ One-on-one romance, happy ending

☆ My own take on cultivation, with a mountain of original worldbuilding

☆ Cultivation ranks: Qi Refining - Foundation Establishment - Golden Core - Nascent Soul - Soul Separation - Spirit Division - Integration - Mahayana - Tribulation Transcendence

☆ I'll polish it more when I have time. This is my first book and it has plenty of flaws. There are countless good books out there, so move on if this one isn't for you.

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My next book will be [After Being Possessed, I Married My Senior Brother]. If you're interested, please add it to your collection!

By chance, Bai Zhi was injured by a demon and poisoned with the deadly Three-Month Snow. She remained unconscious for ten whole years.

When Bai Zhi woke, her innate spiritual root had been ripped out. She would be out of breath after three steps, a genuine invalid, and no one in the immortal sect treated her kindly.

She was kept under house arrest in the Lanyue Pavilion. Even when she stepped out for some fresh air, outer sect disciples doing the cleaning would glare at her and spit, "Why don't you just die already?"

In less than half a month, Bai Zhi finally learned the truth about what had happened while she was unconscious.

"Bai Zhi" had tried to seduce a Dao Lord. After failing, she secretly contacted the demons and exposed everything about the immortal sect. She even planned to betray the sect for the Demon Lord. Xie Zhuo had stood against the majority to protect her. As the price for staying alive, her innate spiritual root was carved out and her cultivation plummeted. Afterward, she tried the same trick again to get her spiritual root back, planning to seduce Xie Zhuo.

Only then did she understand: she had been possessed. That person had ruined her reputation, then vanished without a trace.

Before she could track that person down, she had to reclaim her spiritual root and restore her reputation. But proving that the former "Bai Zhi" wasn't really Bai Zhi would be incredibly difficult.

She thought of Xie Zhuo, the senior brother who had known her the longest.

Their elders had arranged their marriage before either of them entered the immortal sect, but they had never gotten along, and their relationship had turned icy. After they gained access to cultivation, Xie Zhuo was found to possess a sword bone and was chosen as the Sword Venerable's successor. Bai Zhi had an innate spiritual root and became a disciple of the Dao Lord. After that, they had no further contact.

Xie Zhuo arrived quickly. Through the window, she saw him dressed all in white, not looking her way.

He said coldly, "I, Xie, promised to take Miss Bai through the ascension, and we have a contract sworn before Heaven and Earth. What more do you want? If you have something to say, why not have a good cry to your Demon Lord and ask him to take you out of Lanyue Pavilion?"

"The Demon Lord?" Bai Zhi gave a derisive laugh, then coughed for ages, her face turning red. "I, Bai Zhi, am a disciple of the Dao Lord, filled with righteous spirit. He wouldn't be worthy of me. You're the one who's too cowardly to even show your face. How are you any different from someone sheltering a demon? You two are made for each other."

Xie Zhuo lowered his eyes and looked at her through the lattice window.

"I'm willing to take you through the ascension. You don't have to go to such lengths to win me over."

"Win you over?" Bai Zhi carefully chose her words and gave him a strange look. "You think getting yelled at is winning you over? What kind of a kink is that?"

Xie Zhuo: ?

"Still playing dumb," Bai Zhi said. "Didn't we have a betrothal before? How about we become Daoist companions? That would satisfy your kink for being yelled at and clear my name, so they won't think I'm so obsessed with the Demon Lord that I'd do anything for him, even pass him information."

"Bai Zhi." Xie Zhuo pushed open the window. "Close your mouth first. We'll get married right now."

Bai Zhi: ...?

Seeing her look bewildered, Xie Zhuo said softly, "No one else can imitate that mouth of yours."

Xie Zhuo had once thought he hated her.

Bai Zhi had a sharp tongue and always knew how to hit where it hurt. Yet she was also betrothed to him. He spent years trading cold remarks with her, and at last he had some peace and quiet.

Until the day she lay in a pool of blood, unable even to speak.

With trembling hands, he broke into the demon lair and fought until his sword shattered, just to get the antidote to Three-Month Snow. All he wanted was for her to say something to him.

He escaped the demon lair with the antidote, only to find her throwing herself into someone else's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

That wasn't her.

If it had been her, she would only have furrowed her brow, spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood, and sneered, "You're lucky to be alive. The poison didn't kill your mother."

Bai Zhi was gone for ten years, and the world was dark for ten years.

Theme: The three thousand paths all lead to the same destination.