The Number One of the Demonic Path Has a Secret Crush on Me, Can You Believe It?

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[Cool, detached, easygoing layabout fairy x obsessive love-struck demon lord]

As the revered Buddha's Child of the cultivation world, Ju Kun Yao spent her life doing good deeds and kind acts. She would even sigh over a flower dying by the roadside.

But that wasn't her true nature. After she and the great demon lord destroyed each other, she was reborn into a wealthy family as an idle young lady, and could finally let loose.

Back to her true self, she even kicked stones she came across on the road.

She enjoyed more than a decade of the good life before she ran into the great demon lord again. Ju Kun Yao: "????"

The good times were over. :)

Luckily, all those good deeds still paid off. She was a young lady rich enough to swim in money, while the great demon lord had lost his memories and was so hungry he fought dogs for scraps.

Well, well, well.

Wouldn't it be nice to give him a hard time?

But she never expected that the great demon lord, who in their past life had wanted to destroy heaven, earth, and even himself, would have a heart set on cultivation and drag Ju Kun Yao around "eliminating demons and upholding the Way."

She had no choice but to follow Xiao Chi all the way to Nan Jian Peak, just for a stupid old bone.

Ju Kun Yao hated it. Why couldn't he eliminate himself, too?

Until one day, resentment engulfed the once-heavenly city of the mortal realm. Ordinary people turned into vengeful ghosts, and the city became a living hell.

The young man blushed to the tips of his ears, yet still stood in front of her, facing all living beings, just as he once had.

His voice was low, but his words reached her ear, firm and clear: "Eliminating demons and upholding the Way is our duty."

Ju Kun Yao laughed in exasperation, her grip tightening around the bell that shone with Buddha's light.

What duty? You're the demon here, little brother.

Buddha's light shimmered in the heavens. Clad in white, she stood there with an unreadable gaze, like a Bodhisattva who had descended from the sky.

Xiao Chi sneaked several glances at her, then lowered his eyes, unable to bear it any longer. He hit the nail on the head.

"Yes, I know."

-

Xiao Chi knew the secret of an "old rival."

The alias used in the Heavenly Book by the much-revered Immortal Shan Yao.

Everyone's Little Brother: Master gave me a pot of grass. It's so ugly, but I suppose it can be my foil.

Everyone's Little Brother: What kind of crappy flower needs me, the young lady, to water it myself?!

Everyone's Little Brother: The flower died after I watered it.

Everyone's Little Brother: What do I do, what do I do? Master's about to emerge from seclusion. I'm doomed!!!

Later, he sneaked into a sacred Buddhist site to steal the pot of ten-thousand-year-old purple bamboo flowers. He almost got skewered by the mountain-protecting formation.

The next day, Ju Kun Yao posted an update to her book.

Everyone's Little Brother: The flower's alive again! Hahahahaha, Bodhisattva bless me. I wasn't meant to die just yet.

She attached a memory talisman showing a slender, graceful hand holding a blooming purple bamboo flower.

Xiao Chi quietly saved the talisman, but never dared to take it out and look at it again.

The demon realm was separated from her by far more than ten thousand miles. Longing gnawed at him like a maggot in his bones.

Piece by piece, he fell apart, consumed by obsession until he became a demon.

-

Next up: Three Hundred Years of Secretly Loving a Sword Cultivation Prodigy

Mo Li was a demonic enchantress feared throughout the cultivation world. She never imagined that one day she would step through the gates of Xiaoyun Palace, the greatest sect of the righteous path.

Sent to infiltrate the righteous sect, she ran into a childhood acquaintance on her first day at Xiaoyun Palace: the little beggar who had once begged alongside her.

The child who had clutched her ragged clothes and cried so hard at their parting that snot and tears covered his face now held a long sword, grown into a handsome young man.

Meanwhile, Mo Li was a notorious demonic enchantress, arrogant and domineering. Her vile deeds were brought up year after year, earning her endless curses from people who wished they could kill her on the spot.

The one thing they had in common was their terrible reputations within their respective factions.

Mo Li silently lowered the brim of her hat, repeating to herself, He can't see me, he can't see me, he can't see me...

Even though she stayed twenty-four meters away from Xie Jing on the Ascension Platform, he still caught her.

Mo Li jumped, then forced a smile. "Senior Brother Xie, what is it?"

Had he found out? Since when were this kid's eyes so sharp?!

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow. His first words after their reunion were: "Your name is Mo Huanjing?"

Mo Li nodded, confused.

Mo Huanjing was her alias at Xiaoyun Palace.

Xie Jing smiled. Clad in white and holding a sword, he looked every bit the bright, handsome young man. He gazed at her with admiration and spoke with a touch of smugness.

"Mo Huanjing... How did you know Mo Li likes me?"

Mo Li: "?"

Mo Li fell silent for a long moment.

Could practicing sword cultivation actually ruin your brain?

-

One day, a rumor spread that the demonic enchantress Mo Li would show up in the righteous sects in three days and cause a scene. Xie Jing strutted around in flashy clothes, full of himself.

He declared with absolute confidence, "She misses me, so she's using this as an excuse to come to the mortal realm."

Mo Li was so provoked that she shot back, "How do you know Mo Li definitely likes you?"

Xie Jing sneered, taking the bait. "How can you not see it? It's obvious."

"..."

What was obvious?

He began listing all the old rumors circulating in the cultivation world, one after another, as if reciting a treasure trove.

"The last time Mo Li stole our sect's secret treasure, she was wearing black, and I happened to be wearing white. She was dressing to match me!"

"She badly injured that guy from the Xuanming Manor in the secret realm because he had talked to me first. Mo Li was jealous."

"And she secretly burned Elder Fang's beard." Xie Jing looked delighted. "She pays so much attention to me. How else would she know Elder Fang had punished me the day before?"

Mo Li: "…"

People had smeared her name and loudly condemned her misdeeds.

But this was the first time anyone had tried to claim credit for them.

-

Xie Jing hated demonic cultivators more than anything. Once, he charged into Wuwang City alone with his sword and slaughtered his way through the city, becoming a name that terrified the demon realm.

The person who had saved him, the one he could never forget, had been kidnapped into the demon realm by demonic cultivators and never been heard from again.

How could he not hate them?

Until one day, in a foul mood, he drew the name of a notorious, hapless demonic cultivator at random, intending to take out his anger on them.

He opened the bamboo slip, and there, unmistakably, was Mo Li's face. The one he could never forget, the most cherished person of his life.

Xie Jing: "..."

He thought of his reputation in the demon realm and suddenly stiffened.

Sure enough, the next day a rumor spread that Mo Li had cursed everyone in the cultivation world, from top to bottom, with particular emphasis on a certain senior disciple from Xiaoyun Palace.

Xie Jing's smile froze.

...I'm done for.

Extra scene:

Xie Jing: If you don't like me, just say so. Stop stringing me along. Your attitude leaves me with no hope. Just say what you mean. Do you like me or not?

Mo Li: I don't like you.

Xie Jing (confidently): I don't believe you.

Theme: Stand firm for justice.