After Faking My Death, the Righteous Saintess Fell to Darkness for Me

Backed to the edge of a cliff, Wanwan asked Wei Ning, who stood before her in white, immaculate and untouched by dust, “You really mean to kill me?”

Wei Ning’s expression was calm. “Good and evil have never coexisted. It is my duty, one I was born with, to eradicate demons.”

Wanwan smiled. A sickly sweetness rose in her throat, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Wei Ning, from this day on, you can sleep easy.”

Sensing her resolve, Wei Ning finally panicked.

“Wanwan, come here!”

Wanwan crushed the token that had sealed their love, turned around, and jumped off the cliff.

When she opened her eyes again, Wanwan was back ten years in the past.

Only after dying once did she learn that she was living inside a xianxia novel, a stepping stone on the heroine Wei Ning’s path to godhood.

No matter what she did, she was doomed to die a tragic death.

After thinking it over, Wanwan made a bold decision.

On a dark and stormy night, Wei Ning was abducted to the Demon Palace.

Looking at the beautiful woman with skin like ice and bones like jade inside the golden birdcage, Wanwan smiled wickedly.

Since I’m going to be killed to prove her Dao in the end anyway, why should I waste time talking? I’ll just make it a done deal and enjoy myself first.

Day after day, they lost themselves in passion. Wanwan loved seeing Wei Ning’s humiliated yet uncontrollably passionate expression.

When the time came, Wanwan deliberately spread the word, drawing an attack from the righteous sects. Then, right in front of Wei Ning, she jumped off the cliff again.

Only this time, she didn’t die.

Wanwan settled into an ordinary life, but then heard that the righteous sects’ holy maiden had fallen into demonic cultivation.

One day, she was walking home with an orphan girl she had taken in when she saw the person who had haunted her dreams standing in her courtyard.

Wei Ning had been looking grim, as if she wanted to devour Wanwan, but froze when she saw the little girl beside her.

“You’re carrying my child?”

Wanwan thought the situation was complicated. Her top priority was to get away as fast as possible.

Wei Ning grabbed her by the collar. Her voice came from right beside Wanwan’s ear, gritted with anger.

“You still think you can run?”

Wanwan shrank her neck and shoved the child at her. “You can have the daughter. Just let me go.”

Wei Ning held her even tighter, as if she were a precious treasure she had lost and found again.

“I want the child, and I want you.”

Cover artist: Fuzei

Theme: Be a clear-headed and independent person.