After I Swapped Cultivation with My Mortal Enemy

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To repay the karmic debt from her past life, Tao Yaoyao spent three hundred years doing good deeds and accumulating virtue. She never expected an accident to grant her all the cultivation of Yan Wuhen, the City Lord of Fengdu.

The City Lord of Fengdu specializes in capturing evil ghosts.

Tao Yaoyao is a hundred-year-old evil ghost.

Tao Yaoyao watched Yan Wuhen follow her everywhere, her heart sinking.

Please, just take your cultivation back.

Yan Wuhen raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Let's make a deal, Tao Yaoyao."

She was forced to become Yan Wuhen's ghost-catching puppet, learn all kinds of skills, take blows for him, and keep him safe.

After finally returning the old master's cultivation, she somehow became the boss of all the evil ghosts!

Yan Wuhen wouldn't let her off, she thought.

So, before her reason crumbled, timid, life-loving Tao Yaoyao chose the most decisive way to die: a blood sacrifice to an ancient formation.

Just as her soul was about to scatter, she saw Yan Wuhen crack his whip and break into the formation.

"Have you gone mad?!" He held her, covered in blood, his eyes red and his expression panicked. His hands shook violently.

Tao Yaoyao, with only one breath left: "?"

Wouldn't you be happiest if I died?

A few things to know:

1. Ghosts are ranked as ordinary ghosts, evil ghosts, vengeful ghosts, and the most malevolent.

2. The author isn't a ghost and hasn't experienced reincarnation, so this story is entirely fictional and based on the author's own inventions. Please don't overanalyze it.

3. The author is a scaredy-cat, so this story isn't frightening.

4. One-on-one romance, happy ending.

---Upcoming novel: A Cautionary Tale: Don't Pick Up Strange Men. Please add it to your reading list---

Li Chaomu picked up a man.

A man from the Four Territories of the Lu Realm.

He was utterly devoted to her, did whatever she asked, and never left her side.

Rumors spread, and controversy erupted.

The twelve hall masters pleaded with her: "Ghost Lord! The Four Territories and the Ghost Domain have always been at odds. What's more, that man is a cultivator. You absolutely mustn't get close to him!"

The three palace lords also advised her: "Even if A Fu resembles him in some ways, their statuses are different. He's truly not a suitable choice for the Ghost Sovereign."

Li Chaomu sat high on her throne, her tone arrogant and carefree.

"So what if he's from the Four Territories? So what if he's a cultivator? What would be so wrong with giving him the position of Ghost Sovereign?"

But on the day the Four Territories surrounded the Ghost Domain, the man she'd personally escorted away turned around and ran his sword through her chest.

The history books of the Ghost Domain recorded: "Ghost Lord Li Chaomu conspired with the master of the Heartless Dao, Mo Ruhui, bringing the Ghost Domain to the brink of destruction. She took her own life atop the sacrificial altar."

Damn it! After learning her lesson the hard way, Li Chaomu swore that if she ever got another life, she wouldn't care whether she lived or died!

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After more than ten years of cultivating the heartless way, Mo Ruhui never forgot his master's teachings: Do not let your heart be swayed; do not let emotions confuse you.

So he never imagined that one day he would lose all his memories and become a canary kept by Ghost Lord Li Chaomu, earning the title of "Ghost Sovereign" from the people of the Ghost Domain.

He certainly never imagined that on the day before the Four Territories attacked the Ghost Domain, Li Chaomu would get drunk, grow amorous, and whisper another man's name while cuddling up to him.

"A Li."

He gripped her waist, his voice low and husky.

"What did you call me?"

Li Chaomu lazily lifted her eyes, seemed to recognize the person before her, and pushed him away. "I'm tired. Get out."

Mo Ruhui paused for a moment, his eyes as deep as an abyss. "A Li."

How could you toy with my heart and my feelings so carelessly?

His hand slid down her leg. With a sudden tug, he pulled her beneath him.

A calamity must be endured, Mo Ruhui thought. And if it cannot be endured, then the calamity must be made his own.

-

By a stroke of fate, Li Chaomu was reborn six months later.

Mo Ruhui, once a hero of the Four Territories and now fallen into evil, collapsed before her once more.

"A Li... did you come to take me home?"

Li Chaomu sneered, picked up a dagger, and plunged it into his chest. "Yeah, sure. I'm taking you home."

Theme: Cherish the present and embrace the people you want to hold