After I Died, My Archrival Dug Up My Grave

Three hundred years ago, He Lanyu, a once-in-a-millennium prodigy of the righteous path, sacrificed her primordial spirit to mend a formation and tragically perished.

Three hundred years later, He Lanyu opened her eyes to find her archenemy, Wei Tingxue, a once-in-ten-thousand-years demon cultivator, sitting on her coffin. He crossed one leg over the other with effortless elegance and parted his thin lips.

“I have a pile of bad news and one piece of good news. Which would you like to hear first?”

He Lanyu: “Please get off my coffin. Thanks.”

Wei Tingxue: “First piece of bad news: your childhood sweetheart, the fiancé, and your precious first disciple are getting married in three days.”

“Second piece of bad news: they’ve been sneaking around together for ages.”

“Third piece of bad news: your precious first disciple was the one who sabotaged the formation three hundred years ago, just so you’d go and die.”

“Fourth piece of bad news: all your fellow disciples know, and they’re all hoping you’ll die.”

He Lanyu: “And the good news?”

Wei Tingxue: “The good news is that I’ve refined you into a corpse fiend. Now you can go kill them all.”

After dying and coming back as a stiff corpse, He Lanyu dreamed every day of cultivating into a corpse king and devouring that damn evil cultivator.

So she pretended to cooperate and devoted herself to cultivation.

One day, she finally got what she wanted.

After that, she was the one sitting on Wei Tingxue’s coffin every day. “I have one piece of good news and one piece of bad news. Which would you like to hear first?”

That damn evil cultivator lay elegantly in his coffin without opening his eyes.

1. HE

2. The male lead is a bastard, but he loves her like crazy.

Theme: Love knows no bounds