Ling Zhao was exceptionally gifted, reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship at just seventeen.
She should have enjoyed fame and acclaim, but the cultivation world instead spread tales of her treachery, bloodlust, and ruthless deeds. In an instant, she was condemned by all and assailed by countless swords. Even Ming Hanzhang, the young lord of the Ming Immortal Manor, who had always kept to himself in seclusion due to illness, raised his sword against her.
Only after she perished alongside the Heavenly Dao and opened her eyes once more did she happen to meet Ming Hanzhang again. He held a sword and dispatched the wicked cultivators with ease.
He hardly seemed to suffer from a heart condition.
With vengeance between them, they locked eyes. Ling Zhao felt awkward, but what horrified her even more was that this usually cold and aloof immortal seemed to be deeply in love with her.
Ling Zhao glanced at the sword in his hand, her face expressionless. "Just get it over with."
Beneath the gentle moonlight, Ming Hanzhang sheathed his sword and looked at her through a curtain of snow. "Have you forgotten everything that happened between us?"
My next book: After Being Discarded, I Picked Up My Junior Brother, the World-Ending Demon. A spoiled, willful, emotionally oblivious layabout of a senior sister x a sweet and well-behaved junior brother who is actually brooding and sinister. Add it to your favorites if you're interested!
[Blurb]
When Ming Zhao was young, she was born to privilege and possessed unparalleled cultivation. She became the youngest person ever to wield power in Xuanbi Immortal City, shaping the world with a smile.
Then she was dragged into a conspiracy among the most powerful clans. Her divine meridians were destroyed, her reputation ruined, and she was exiled to the desolate wastes, forbidden ever to set foot in her homeland, the Immortal City.
The day she was taken away to the desolate wastes and put into a deep sleep, her statues and martial hall in the Immortal City were smashed to dust. More than a hundred of her former relatives and subordinates were stripped of their status and exiled. Her glorious achievements became a vile stain that everyone spoke of with dread.
Her most trusted confidant stepped on her accomplishments to claim the title of new Martial God, then married her longtime enemy.
Blood rained down. A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
The rights and wrongs of the past had become idle gossip over tea.
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One day, in the back hills of Fuyao Immortal Sect, Ming Zhao learned to make three new dishes.
Just as she set them on the table, her master knocked on her door and brought in a handsome young man with red lips, pearly teeth, and refined features.
"The Ghost King Realm opens today. As the senior sister of our Fuyao Immortal Sect, you should take your junior brother along to gain some experience."
Ming Zhao was puzzled. "Junior brother?"
She had been lying flat at Fuyao for ten years and had even gotten to know all the stray cats and dogs in the back hills. How had she never heard about having a junior brother?
As petals drifted through the air like rain, the young man smiled at her. "Senior Sister, my name is Wei Hanyu."
Ming Zhao blinked. This junior brother was so well-behaved, so sweet that she had no reason to be on her guard.
Only later did she realize it was all an act.
He was actually difficult to read, brooding and cold, and even his closeness to her carried an unspoken intent.
Ming Zhao was already tired of fighting and suspicion. This overly familiar, clingy junior brother was even harder to handle.
She crushed the soul bell and left without a word.
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They met again in the throne hall of his ghost city.
That night, a blood moon hung in the sky. Outside the hall, ten thousand ghosts howled and vengeful spirits wailed. The black-armored generals stood in fearful silence, though they kept sneaking curious glances at her.
Unconcealed possessiveness filled Wei Hanyu's eyes. "I've found you."
Ming Zhao: "You're not going to kill me?"
"Kill you?"
Wei Hanyu descended the throne one step at a time. His thick lashes lowered, and his dark eyes reflected only her. His voice was soft and tender. "I came to stay by your side and slaughter every last person who wronged you."
Ming Zhao raised an eyebrow. "Then why did you cripple my fiance's spiritual meridians?"
"You slept with me so many times, yet you wanted to marry someone else."
"What about me? Should I make no demands and no fuss, and be your obedient junior brother for the rest of my life?" Wei Hanyu furrowed his brow slightly. His thumb stroked her wrist as his voice turned obsessively playful. "Zhaozhao, you're so heartless."
Held tightly in his arms, Ming Zhao could only sigh. What should she do about this junior brother? He seems to be getting crazier by the day.
Only later did Ming Zhao learn that a hundred years ago, when she was the renowned Martial God of Xuanbi and the pride of the Immortal City, he had glimpsed a flash of her brilliance from a slave pit where low-ranking demons and ghosts were kept.
That brilliance was etched into his heart and became an obsession. After she lost everything and was stripped of her power, he fought his way from the lowest slave pit to the throne of the ghost city, then joined her in storming the Immortal City to take back everything that was rightfully hers.
From the heroine's perspective: a love story like a home invasion.
From the hero's perspective: a longtime crush coming true.
[Reader's Guide]
1. One-on-one romance, both leads are each other's first and only. The male lead is devoted to the heroine in both body and heart.
2. Dump the scumbag, clear her name, and reclaim her power.
3. Features intense romantic tension, love rivals, hidden identities revealed, and faked death.
Theme: Be self-reliant and courageous, even in adversity.
Shi Xun shut himself up and thought about it and never let it out.
The beginning is interesting, the writing is good, keep up the good work!