The Wicked Woman of the Immortal Realm's Guide to Being Reborn

In the eyes of the immortals, Shen Fuxin is the very definition of a useless second-generation immortal. Her magic is mediocre, her family background is mediocre, and even her looks are mediocre. The only thing she’s famous for is her rotten character. Yet fate must be blind. This useless immortal, who hasn’t drawn her sword in three hundred years, somehow wins the favor of Zhao Lanying, the Hongjing Immortal Maiden with the greatest promise of becoming a true god in this generation. She gets to fulfill her dearest wish, don a wedding gown, and become a phoenix perched on a branch. Shen Fuxin thinks everyone has it right, except for one thing: She wasn’t the one who begged Zhao Lanying to form a bond with her. Zhao Lanying came to her of her own accord, carrying the contract. Later, on their wedding night, the person who lifted her veil was as noble and aloof as Shen Fuxin remembered, like an immortal from Mount Gushe. She looked at her scornfully. “From what I can see of your aptitude, they were right. You’re a fine cultivation vessel.” * Thanks to the divine statue she had worshipped before, Shen Fuxin is reborn before forming a bond with her former wife. The instant she opens her eyes, she becomes a pure agent of hatred, hating everyone equally. One slap for her former wife, two for the arrogant senior sister who covets her, and an endless pursuit for the adoptive father who sold her daughter for his own gain, until he’s hunted through ten lifetimes and reduced to ashes. To find clues about her birth mother, she takes in a homeless charlatan with amnesia, planning to use her and then throw her away. The charlatan is named Ji Ting. Broad-shouldered, long-legged, and eight feet tall, she’s beautiful, delicate, and clingy, but full of schemes. Like a piece of chewing gum that’s impossible not to hate. When Shen Fuxin’s former wife gives her the cold shoulder, Ji Ting trembles like a willow in the wind. “Xiao Fu, your master is glaring at me. She’s so scary.” When the crown princess senior sister secretly covets Shen Fuxin, Ji Ting clutches her chest like Xi Shi. “So this is your silly, rich senior sister? How about we swindle some money out of her?” In an unseen corner, Ji Ting turns to face Shen Fuxin’s troublesome master and senior sister. The sword intent in her hand shines like a blade, powerful enough to shatter the heavens and bring down the golden phoenix. The beautiful, delicate charlatan sometimes stares off into space. Amid the countless threads of spiritual energy flowing through the Three Realms, there seem to be a few that were once the incense offered day and night beside her statue as the God of War, a hundred thousand years ago. * Much later. The true God of War, Ji Ting, having reclaimed her identity, tilts her neck to the side and places both hands on Shen Fuxin’s wrists as they grip her throat. Her little finger winds around a red thread woven from blood. Lost in desire, she grasps Shen Fuxin’s hand and gasps, “Tell me that you’re only pretending with them, and that with me, it’s for real.” Shen Fuxin smiles, her eyes curving. “That’s right. And there are plenty of other ways to play that you don’t know about.” Before you read: *Primarily told from the bottom’s perspective. *White on the outside, green then black within: the former God of War x a ‘useless’ villainess who kills at the drop of a hat *Includes a subplot where side characters with unrequited feelings for the heroine face their comeuppance *The main pairing is Ji Ting x Shen Fuxin!! *The main cast is all women, with a touch of ensemble storytelling. Male characters are all cannon fodder. Don’t read this if you’re looking for patriarchy in a girls’ love novel. Theme: Love yourself before loving someone else.