The Pagoda Order

Thank you, camellias. Spring is over. Where can I find a boat to take me home? You Fusang practices a sinister cultivation technique that feeds on human hearts. When she fell to the demonic path, her name was cursed far and wide. Yet no matter how harshly she was condemned, no one who actually crossed swords with her dared say she was in the wrong. That was because she was the demonic sect's supreme leader, able to take ten thousand lives with a flick of her finger. For all her flamboyance, there was only one person she held dear: her former junior sister, Yan Rushi, the most spoiled young mistress of the righteous sect Yanmen. * Years later, Yanmen fell into turmoil, and the sect was driven to the brink of destruction. Yan Rushi went to You Fusang of her own accord. Before the Hall of Pagoda, the beauty's clothes slipped from her shoulders as she threw herself into You Fusang's arms. You Fusang held her close, unaware that the young mistress of the righteous path had only pretended to defect. She was a spy, offering herself to the demon so she could wait for the right moment to wipe out the demonic lair. But at the end of the siege, Yan Rushi denied what she had done. Clutching You Fusang, she pleaded through tear-filled eyes, "Senior Sister, my defection was real, and so was my love. The plans to plant spies were someone else's idea. I never wanted to hurt you. My feelings for you are completely sincere." Firelight rippled through the Hall of Pagoda. You Fusang wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes and gave a faint, unreadable smile. "Junior Sister, I don't believe in your sincerity." **After you regret it, I won't believe your sincerity. **A world-weary beauty of a demon lord x her little peacock of a junior sister. Senior sister is the pursuer. * After her former life ended, You Fusang opened her eyes and found herself a carefree little immortal in the mountains of Penglai, enjoying cicadas in summer and snow in winter. Every so often, she heard rumors from the martial world that Yan Rushi had taken over as head of Yanmen, and with her great achievement in defeating the demons, she would soon be named the foremost immortal of the righteous path. The young mistress of the righteous path had made it big. What a glorious rise. Yet on the very day she was to be named the foremost immortal, Yan Rushi abandoned three thousand guests from across the Nine Provinces and hurried all the way to Penglai. Her magnificent clothes were damp with dew as she knelt for hours before the mountain. You Fusang looked at her and sighed. "What's between us is over. Our fates were decided long ago. Even if we force ourselves to carry on, it will only be a struggle." Yan Rushi leaned against You Fusang's knees, lifted her head, and begged her with a series of kisses. "What if I insist on making it work, Senior Sister? What will you do then?" [Ancient-style GL novel coming soon: the 10,000-word novella Ye Guguang is available in my profile.] I am Ye Guguang, guilty of every imaginable crime, with a list of offenses too long to record. In my previous life, I lived in glory and died in disgrace. At the Bridge of Helplessness, when Lady Meng asked whether I regretted anything, all I regretted was not being cruel enough, not acting fast enough, and failing to slaughter every last person from the righteous sects. I regretted even more that, when I was young, I had shown kindness for a single moment and saved Ning Zhao's life. Who could have known she'd later join the righteous path and rise through the ranks, only to kill me in the end to claim credit! If I were reborn, you would be the first person I'd kill, Ning Zhao!!! [Ye Guguang, who commands a hundred ghosts, x Ning Zhao, the Fate Keeper of Junshan] [Blurb 2] In my previous life, Ning Zhao was the one who killed me. I hated her, and thought she hated me just as much. But I never knew that after I died, she was the one who swept the snow from my doorstep, the one who built a tomb for my empty coffin, the one who came to my grave every year beneath an oil-paper umbrella and carefully wiped the dust from my tombstone. I never knew that after my death, she was also the one who lay awake night after night, dreaming of her old love and weeping until her sleeves were soaked. Dreaming, I lie drunk among the clouds of Mount Wu. Awake, my tears fall into the Xiang River. My beauty, my beauty, you know not that the evening rain became morning clouds. One night of lovesick longing and plum blossoms bloom. I suddenly turn to the window, thinking you are there. From "On the One I Long For" [The main text is written in third person.] Theme: All that came before is like yesterday's death; all that comes after is like today's rebirth.