The Harem of the Overpowered Hero Was Reborn

Cui Yanzhang wants Yan Dao'an dead more than anyone else in the world.

Even though, in everyone's eyes, she loves him with a devotion that would last until death.

For his sake, she betrayed her sect and stole its sacred mountain-protecting relic. The day the mountain-warding formation was broken, blood stained the slopes of Huai Kong Mountain, the river ran dry, and every member of her sect was killed.

This was undeniable proof of her deep love and loyalty to Yan Dao'an. He held her tenderly and said, "Yanzhang, I will never let you down."

Her face was deathly pale, and she nearly passed out. Trembling, she reached out, wanting to strangle Yan Dao'an, or herself.

But once again, her body betrayed her.

Her hand merely stroked Yan Dao'an's back tenderly, as if coyly seeking affection. A pleased, low chuckle escaped his throat, and he held her even tighter.

Everyone said Yan Dao'an was born with a Daoist body, favored by the Heavenly Dao and blessed with fortune. Born bearing Heaven's mandate, he was destined to revive the Daoist tradition of humanity and illuminate the ages.

Cui Yanzhang couldn't understand it.

None of that had anything to do with her.

She only wanted Yan Dao'an dead.

The 120 years she spent by his side were the most painful years of her life. Every day was worse than death.

So, on the day Yan Dao'an ascended, she pushed him from the heavens.

Beneath auspicious clouds and dazzling rays of light, Yan Dao'an's horrified face was branded into her pupils, and for the first time, she laughed with satisfaction.

Yan Dao'an died, and she died with him. It was a satisfying ending.

Still, she would have been even more satisfied if she had the chance to kill him one more time.

At Watching Cranes Sect on Mount Fangcun, the gates opened once every ten years. When lotuses bloomed on the Glazed Pool, talented young cultivators from every sect gathered there to show off their skills and make a name for themselves.

Back then, Yan Dao'an had made his name in a single stroke by defeating thirty-six cultivators of his generation with one hand.

Cui Yanzhang waited patiently. She waited until the lotuses bloomed on the Glazed Pool, until the spirited young people each had their moment in the spotlight, and until everything from her memories had happened just as before. But the Yan Dao'an who had dazzled everyone with his grand entrance in her previous life never appeared.

Then she spotted someone crouching furtively in the grass beside the Glazed Pool, trying to make himself as small as possible. He stared at the bustling crowd and muttered to himself, drenched in sweat:

"Turnips, turnips, they're all turnips..."

"...I'm not scared, I'm not scared, I'm not scared..."

"They're all turnips, they're all turnips..."

When he suddenly noticed her watching, he flinched and burrowed farther into the grass, revealing only a flushed face. He rubbed his hands together ingratiatingly and lowered his head, afraid to meet her eyes, stammering under his breath:

"I-I'm just a little nervous. There are... there are too many people..."

The face she hated so much she would recognize even reduced to ashes now wore an expression she had never imagined: like a beautiful quail trembling in a pot of hot water, ready to flap its wings and flee at any moment.

Cui Yanzhang: ...? Who are you?

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1. The female lead is reborn, and the male lead transmigrates.

2. A seemingly mature and gentle, but actually cold-blooded, scheming, two-faced bad woman (?) female lead x a somewhat ridiculous, unlucky, socially anxious transmigrator, who is also the strongest fighter in the world, male lead.

Theme: A united couple can overcome anything.