Yan Qing, Senior Sister of Changge Sect, died in one fell swoop and was reborn as a companion demon of a supreme-grade Zixu Tree. The moment she became conscious, someone plucked the Zixu Tree.
Yan Qing: Audacious villain! Who dares pluck my true form?!
But when she met those shimmering, cold-spring eyes and elegant, distant-mountain brows, Yan Qing choked...
Th-this... How could it be her junior brother, whom she had tried and failed to force into marriage several hundred years ago?!
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The war against the Demon God lasted a hundred years, its blessings reaching all living beings.
Grateful for the immortal path's salvation of the suffering, people built grand temples and ancestral halls, offering incense without fail for a hundred years.
Yan Qing gazed at the temple before her and shed tears of shame.
She had died before the war against the Demon God. What merit could she possibly have?
If her appearance in this life hadn't changed and her junior brother had recognized her, she really would have wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground!
Wait, if her incense offerings flourished, couldn't she become an immortal too?
Junior Brother! Put down that incense! Let me do it!
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Ling Shi'an of Changge Sect was a peerless genius, with the bearing of a crane and the poise of a pine. People called him "a deep pool and towering mountain."
After the war against the Demon God, Ling Shi'an yielded the position of Sect Master and entered seclusion for five hundred years. He made no progress, his temples turned gray, and he disappeared without a trace.
Yet some claimed to have seen him in a remote corner of the human realm, accompanied by a charming young woman, repairing old temples and ancestral shrines, and carefully repainting memorial tablets with gold ink.
Someone asked him, "Whom are you making offerings to, young master?"
Ling Shi'an said nothing. He only turned his gaze slightly toward the girl playing with children nearby.
The one he worshipped was the woman in his heart.
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1. One-on-one romance, both leads' first relationship, no rivalry between women.
2. The present and the memories unfold in parallel, with roughly equal weight.
Theme: May all people know peace and health, and may the world be peaceful and prosperous.
