Does My Wicked Disciple Count as an Inheritance from My Late Husband?

Xu Yanzhi was born into humble circumstances and had little cultivation, yet thanks to her beautiful looks, she married into a powerful family.

For decades of marriage, she never had a moment of peace. Only after her husband died did she feel that life had finally become enjoyable.

That was because her husband had left behind a cultivation sect, countless magical treasures, and a secret manual for attaining immortality.

She wanted all of them very much.

But she ran into a small obstacle: her late husband had left behind an outstanding disciple. He was gentle and warm, peerlessly handsome, and most of the time treated her with great respect.

But on occasion, she felt a sharp gaze at her back. When she turned around, she would catch him lowering his eyes, hiding his covetous stare.

Xu Yanzhi thought that perhaps she ought to find a way to teach him how to behave toward his Master's wife.

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When Gu Qingzheng was young, he was taken in by a cultivation sect. Later, the sect leader accepted him as a direct disciple, and he enjoyed unrivaled prestige and smooth sailing.

After his Master's death, he might have inherited his Master's position as sect leader, countless magical treasures, and the secret manual for attaining immortality.

In addition, his Master had left behind a stunningly beautiful, irresistibly alluring wife.

He watched her for a long time, seeing how she charmed his Master with her graceful, coquettish ways, blooming like a flower. A gloomy desire rose in his heart, growing denser by the moment.

After that man died, the sect believed that the two of them had each resorted to their own schemes over the inheritance, with neither gaining the upper hand.

People gossiped behind their backs, saying that their many years of affection had surely vanished without a trace.

One day, the sect held a banquet. After the wine had flowed freely, Xu Yanzhi and Gu Qingzheng found themselves alone. The former husband's beloved disciple had been drinking, and a crack appeared in the mask of the upright gentleman.

He leaned close to Xu Yanzhi. His dark eyes held back a burning desire as he murmured,

"You know that if you have me, everything will be yours."

Xu Yanzhi smiled softly and reached out to brush aside his wandering hand. Poisoned ambition flowed through her eyes.

"Qingzheng, since I have everything, naturally I can have you too."

By then, they had already uncovered each other's deepest secrets. Yet when their eyes met, it was still impossible to tell whether the desire in them was lust or the urge to kill.

* Low-magic cultivation setting. Cultivation has five realms: Qi Drawing, Foundation Establishment, Origin Formation, Void Entry, and Great Ascension.

* Written to indulge a personal kink. Slow burn. The heroine has an ex-husband and is imperfect. Readers, please be understanding.

Coming soon: No, I Already Have a Husband

Xu Ruqi's childhood sweetheart, who lived next door, moved away with his family on her fifteenth birthday.

Before leaving, he swore he would come back and ask for her hand in marriage when he did. He told her to wait for him.

Xu Ruqi waited until she was nineteen, refusing every match proposed to her.

But four years passed, and he never sent her a single letter.

The Xu family grew anxious and tried to persuade her countless times. At last, the heartbroken Xu Ruqi agreed to marry a man she found pleasing to the eye.

He was handsome, came from a well-off family, and treated her reasonably well, though he could be rather strange at times.

So this was how things would be from now on. Feeling a little melancholy, Xu Ruqi tried her best to settle into her new life.

But in the second month of her marriage, she went out to buy sewing supplies, and her childhood sweetheart, missing for four years, suddenly appeared before her. His eyes were brimming with tears as he gripped her hand and refused to let go.

Xu Ruqi firmly rejected him, pushing him away. "Don't do this. I already have a husband."

Her childhood sweetheart seemed not to understand. After she pushed him away, he bought a house next door and moved in alone.

Soon Xu Ruqi began finding neatly stacked firewood, dew-covered flowers, and heavy, glittering jewelry outside her door every few days.

But she was already another man's wife!

In a daze, Xu Ruqi continued refusing him for a while.

Then the weather turned cold. One snowy day, less than a year after their wedding, her husband suddenly died of an illness.

His family was not surprised. She alone had been kept in the dark.

It turned out that her husband had long suffered from a hidden illness and had simply concealed it from her.

That day, everything outside was blanketed in snow, and the house was draped in mourning cloth. Dressed in white, Xu Ruqi stood in a daze, keeping vigil for her husband.

Her childhood sweetheart entered the house, telling her husband's family that he was her relative. After offering three sticks of incense, he turned away from the others and pinned her against the wall, gazing at her with burning eyes.

Xu Ruqi's mind was in chaos. She pushed him away. "Don't do this. I just lost my husband."

Coming soon: The Girl Offered as a Sacrifice to the Mountain God

A Li grew up in a small village nestled among the mountains. There were four people in her family: her, her parents, and her younger brother.

She had grown up in the mountains and, even as a child, could wander freely through the dense woods.

A Li loved her mountains.

She also knew that a god lived there.

When the mountain wind brushed against her, it was the god gently stroking her cheek. When dew dripped onto her hair, it was the god playing a joke on her.

This was A Li's secret with the god.

But eventually, secrets get discovered.

The villagers noticed the god in the mountains, and their faces filled with fear.

It is a terrifying monster, they said.

The villagers wanted to offer it a sacrifice and ask it to stop watching over the mist-shrouded mountains.

They came to A Li's family.

Her parents were unwilling to give up A Li's younger brother, so she became the sacrifice.

Wearing her most colorful clothes, A Li was offered to her god.

Amid the mist, the god descended.

A Li was held tightly in a daze as a voice spoke beside her ear.

"Are you the one who has been calling me all this time..."

The god spoke haltingly.

"A Li..."

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