My Shizun Has Sacrificed Herself to the Dao Again and Again

Currently serializing: I Picked Up a Villainous Demon Lord. Blurb below, please add it to your reading list~

[Both Have Lost Their Memories] [Female Master, Male Disciple] [Faked Death]

Mu Yaozhi, sect leader of Fengqing Sect, was assassinated.

When she opened her eyes again, she discovered that she had been reborn as Mu Yaoyao, a low-ranking disciple of her sect.

More importantly, Lu Qizhu, the young disciple she had secretly loved for so long in her previous life, was now passionately pursuing her, declaring his love with utter sincerity.

Without the restraints of their master-disciple relationship, Mu Yaozhi gave him her whole heart. Again and again, she risked her life for Lu Qizhu, throwing herself into danger without hesitation.

She had thought Lu Qizhu loved her just as much.

That was, until the day the seal on the Xuan You Demon Realm broke and Lu Qizhu's identity was exposed.

Only then did she learn that Lu Qizhu, the disciple who had always been obedient and sensible before her, the one who repeatedly claimed to cherish her,

was actually the ancient evil dragon, a great demon she herself had sealed three hundred years ago.

The ancient evil dragon lacked his senses and could not understand love. He could never fall for anyone.

Everything that had happened between them had been a lie.

Lu Qizhu said he loved her only to use her to obtain a secret treasure, break the seal, and ascend to the throne.

As for becoming her disciple, he had merely endured hardship and bided his time to take revenge on her, until he killed her with a single stroke just months ago.

On the day the blood formation was activated, blood mist filled the sky and cries of misery echoed everywhere.

Lu Qizhu held his sword to Mu Yaozhi's chest. From beginning to end, he looked at her as if she were a stranger. "Hand over the dragon bone, and I'll leave your corpse intact."

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar Lu Qizhu before her, Mu Yaozhi recalled all their tender memories and could only think how utterly foolish she had been.

She gave a bitter laugh, then turned around. Under Lu Qizhu's astonished gaze, she leaped into the blood formation without looking back, leaving him not even an intact corpse.

*

When the entire cultivation world learned that the ancient evil dragon had broken free of his tower, everyone was terrified, afraid that he would destroy the world and come for revenge at any moment.

But, contrary to everyone's expectations, the ancient evil dragon never even spared them a glance.

It was said that after breaking free, the ancient evil dragon had nearly gone mad. He searched every corner of the world, from the highest heavens to the deepest depths of the underworld, and fell into demonic cultivation, abandoning all his power, all just to find the soul of the woman he loved.

When Mu Yaozhi, who had not quite died and had been reborn as the leader of Fengqing Sect once more, heard about this, she calmly sipped her tea, her expression unchanged, as if listening to a story about a stranger.

Lu Qizhu was searching for Mu Yaoyao. What did that have to do with her, Mu Yaozhi?

From now on, she would never love anyone again.

*

But...

Mu Yaozhi knitted her brows as she watched Lu Qizhu go mad beside Mu Yaoyao's tombstone in the distance.

After dying and coming back to life, she had also recovered some long-lost memories.

She remembered when she had first picked up Lu Qizhu three hundred years ago. He was a pitiful little thing who couldn't even speak and didn't even have a name...

She also remembered how, three hundred years ago, she and Lu Qizhu had eventually ended up with swords drawn, fighting to the death...

Couple: attention-loving, money-grubbing female immortal master x a seemingly innocent but secretly scheming, obsessive evil dragon disciple

Past life: carefree and unfeeling x an insecure, scheming-tea little darling

Reader's Guide:

1. One-on-one romance, happy ending

2. My own take on xianxia, with plenty of original worldbuilding

Next serializing novel: I Picked Up a Villainous Demon Lord

[Born with a spiritual body, soft-hearted god disguised as a man x half-demon stray dog who holds grudges and always gets even]

Qian Shi picked up a handsome, injured boy.

He was foul-tempered, ill-mannered, and full of hostility. Apart from his good looks, he was useless in every way.

A pretty face was enough! So Qian Shi took him in as her little slave and kept him by her side.

The little slave was rebellious and difficult to manage, and spent every day plotting to kill his master.

From then on, Qian Shi lived through one chaotic day after another, having to test even her drinking water for poison with a silver needle.

The little slave knew nothing. He had never been out in the world and had never seen its mountains and seas.

Qian Shi taught him everything, bit by bit.

She taught him to admire flowers and to love. She thought that, being human, he would eventually soften.

Who could have known that her little slave was actually Yue Xingshuang, the Demon King's son, born under a baleful star and destined to become a demon?

As a half-demon, he had no heart to begin with.

The day Qian Shi was surrounded and attacked in a trap set by her enemies,

Yue Xingshuang, after plotting for a long time, personally lured her into the formation and took her life.

*

The day Qian Shi died, heavy snow fell over Zhaojing City.

Yue Xingshuang became a demon overnight, slaughtered every immortal sect, and left Zhaojing City awash in blood and corpses.

He held his sword and stood in the wind and snow. "I'll wait for her to come back and kill me."

*

The most accurate fortune-teller once said: Yue Xingshuang would die at Qian Shi's hands.

Yue Xingshuang was born an evil demon, quick to take revenge. He hated anyone who hurt him, and would repay anyone who harmed him a hundredfold.

Yet after Qian Shi died, he hoped every day that someone would come and kill him.

He hoped his master would come back to life and kill him.

Theme: Do not commit even the smallest evil just because it seems insignificant.