How Can a Lover Compare to a Secret Mistress?

Jiang Duyun found herself a new boyfriend. Unfortunately, her new boyfriend wasn’t her husband. He was nothing but a vile, lowly demon who had infiltrated the Shen clan, disguised himself as her husband, Shen Songming, and planned to overthrow the entire immortal sect. “If you don’t want your husband to die, you’d better pamper me.” Every night, the demon would ask her with a smile which of them was better, him or her husband. As he spoke, his lashes trembled slightly, and the red mole beneath his eye was more alluring and bewitching than her husband’s. By day, she was still the gentle wife of a prominent clan, caring for her husband and asking after his well-being. But only Jiang Duyun knew that the demon had eyes and ears everywhere in the Shen clan. She said, “Shen Songming gave me too little allowance this month.” Within the time it takes an incense stick to burn, ten thousand spirit stones would appear. Then she said, “Those people from the Jiang clan look down on me. They say I’m just a lowborn trying to marry into nobility, and that I can’t hide the lowly air of a sword slave.” Soon, she’d hear that the Jiang clan had been wiped out. Even her husband, who’d always treated her coldly, gradually began to warm up to her, acting more and more affectionate with her in front of others. With the demon’s help, Jiang Duyun returned to the path of cultivation, and her courage grew day by day. At last, she told the demon: “I’m going to divorce my husband.” Then she thought, why should a woman only have one husband? … Her husband got hold of the album in which she’d marked the other men she wanted to keep. Jiang Duyun stepped back, stunned, as the young man curled an arm around her neck. The marks from the kisses she’d given the demon the night before were still on his chest. “Why are you running? I’m not going to get mad at you.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her onto the windowsill. His eyes curved as he smiled, still as easygoing as ever. “Which other lovers do you want? Why not bring them over and let me meet them first? We can ask them to join us. It’s no trouble for me to support you and them.” “Oh, right. Don’t answer with the mouth above.” [Coming soon: I Kissed My Nemesis Before I Died. If you’re interested, please add it to your collection! Mwah! (*╯3╰)] Shan Shiyue died by her nemesis’s sword. She had once been the most dazzling sword prodigy in all the world, but now she was the demonic seductress most hated by the people. Her nemesis was her former classmate, now the undisputed beacon of the righteous path: Immortal Lord Xuanzhu, Ji Qingzhuo. They’d fought each other their whole lives. Only when Ji Qingzhuo ran her through did their rivalry finally end. But Shan Shiyue couldn’t accept it. Then she remembered she still had one grudge left to settle. Back when they’d still been on decent terms and their sect was still standing, she’d invited him to join her in a popular pastime: planting a sapling in the courtyard and tying a red cord around it to pray for a fated match. Ji Qingzhuo hadn’t appreciated the gesture. He’d coldly cut through her tree of love with a single sword strike and walked away without looking back. He’d never apologized. “Ji Qingzhuo.” Just before she died, Shan Shiyue suddenly called out to him. Without stopping to wonder why Ji Qingzhuo had approached her without a guard up, Shan Shiyue summoned the last of her strength and kissed him by force. …If she couldn’t kill him, she could at least disgust him! - But Shan Shiyue was reborn, back before her sect was destroyed. Even more terrifying… The first time she met Ji Qingzhuo, the young man pointed his sword at her and asked coldly: “Why did you kiss me?” Theme: Keep striving.