She Haunts Me

Hua Jiudao spent hundreds of years as an evil cultivator, stealing bodies from the dead and taking other people’s cultivation. She’d weathered countless storms and never once failed.

Who could have guessed she’d be tripped up twice in a row?

She took over the body of a daughter from a cultivation family, only to be discovered by her parents and nearly have her three souls scattered and seven spirits shattered.

Hua Jiudao: “Your daughter was heartbroken over love, went mad cultivating, and died. What’s wrong with me borrowing her body?”

She barely managed to escape by projecting her soul from her body and possessing a farm girl who had hanged herself. Before she could catch her breath, someone blindfolded her, bound her hands, stuffed her into a bridal sedan, and arranged a ghost marriage for her.

Hua Jiudao: “So which of us is the evil cultivator here, me or you?”

Her mouth was sealed with a needle, nails driven into her bones. Red carried the living in, white sent the dead away, while mourners wept. Hua Jiudao’s soul left her body, kicked open the coffin, and stood atop the empty grave, pointing at the heavens and cursing. She swore she’d send the culprit who started it all straight to the underworld.

She steadied the living soul and investigated the dead. Every clue pointed to one person: Minister Xiao, who had arranged a ghost marriage for his sickly son, Xiao Tandang, to cheat the Book of Life and Death and extend his son’s life.

Before she could take revenge, an edict of exile wiped out nearly the entire Minister’s family. Only that frail little invalid remained, coughing his way through life.

She watched him day after day, following him and tripping him up at every turn, until she finally realized...

This man didn’t seem capable of dying! Ordinary people had three yang flames, but he had three stars shining over his fate. With a destiny like his, he’d be a prodigy in cultivation, or blessed with great fortune even if he never cultivated.

Hua Jiudao’s eyes lit up. “It’d be great if I could have that body! Eating those three star lamps would be enough to raise my cultivation by a whole major realm!”

So there was no need to rush this man’s death.

In the end, Xiao Tandang’s three lamps were about to go out, and it seemed his allotted lifespan was nearly over. The Daoist priest held up a mirror, revealing Hua Jiudao following behind him.

Daoist: “This ghost has been following you.”

He: “No, this is my wife.”

Daoist: “You’re going to die!”

He: “I deserve it.”

Daoist: “What? Are you sick in the head?”

Hua Jiudao: “Yeah, I think so too.”

This book is also known as Did I Possess My Husband Today? or Are You Sick in the Head? I’m an Evil Cultivator, There’s No Cure for Me!

Hopelessly lovestruck, sickly gentleman male lead X bewitching female demon cultivator who enjoys life

Content warnings:

Not a typical groveling-after-the-breakup story. The heroine is so powerful as a cultivator that no one can bully her.

The male lead is a virgin. The heroine’s experience is unknown.

The male lead had no idea what his father had done, but because he has a strong sense of morality, he blames himself and is tormented by it.

The male lead will die, but this is a standard happy ending.

Theme: Good and evil are repaid