The Ferryman

[Modern fantasy setting] The story has been revised. Readers are encouraged to leave paragraph comments. Original title: The Sickly One Is Still Getting Above Her Station Today A deranged, sickly woman who always wants to get above her station VS A seemingly cold and heartless master who is actually obsessively devoted, a stickler for propriety in name only - Song Zhoujue was a notorious menace known throughout the land. Her own master cut her throat with a sword. When she opened her eyes again, a thousand years had passed, and she had been reborn in the body of a useless, sickly member of the Song family. Her irreverent descendants had even sent her to the Kui family’s old ancestor as a good-luck bride. That old ancestor was none other than Song Zhoujue’s murderer: her master, Kui Chuan. Her reborn body was too frail. To survive, she had to absorb yin energy, and Kui Chuan was the only one with a body of pure yin. Taking advantage of her new identity, Song Zhoujue shamelessly tried to seduce her. She took off her clothes: Kui Chuan kept her eyes straight ahead. They bathed together: Kui Chuan remained unmoved. She forced a kiss: Kui Chuan… sealed Song Zhoujue’s mouth shut with a strip of cloth. Song Zhoujue blinked and pulled the cloth away. “So you like being tied up?” Kui Chuan pinned her down, her voice as cold as snow. “Behave yourself.” “And if I don’t?” “Then I’ll kill you.” Just like a thousand years ago, she was cold and heartless, unwilling to spare Song Zhoujue even a glance. If she couldn’t sleep with her, she might as well indulge herself once before she died, Song Zhoujue thought. As her breath began to fail, she coaxed Kui Chuan: “Come closer. I’ll tell you a secret.” Kui Chuan leaned in. Song Zhoujue suddenly hooked an arm around her neck, and she tasted blood between the lips of the woman beneath her. Song Zhoujue’s final words to her were: “Master, let’s never meet again.” - Song Zhoujue never thought she would open her eyes again Kui Chuan’s hair was disheveled and her lips were crimson. She was clearly deeply possessed. She clutched Song Zhoujue by the throat, her voice low and dangerous. “You shameless ingrate. Who taught you to kiss me and then run away?” This is bad. My beautiful master has turned into a female ghost. Worse still, my secret identity has been exposed. I’m dead. * Kui Chuan had recognized long ago that her little wife was the wretch she had personally killed a thousand years earlier. She let her come close and cling to her. She even indulged her outrageous behavior and insubordination. The one thing she could not tolerate was letting her leave again. She was the lover Kui Chuan had found at last, after a death that denied her reincarnation. * A short scene Someone asked Song Zhoujue why Kui Chuan had killed her a thousand years ago. Song Zhoujue replied breezily, “I was bewitched by her looks, crossed a moral boundary, and failed to sneak into her bed.” Kui Chuan silently moved closer and stroked the side of Song Zhoujue’s neck. “This time, you succeeded.” P.S. Two crazy people fall in love: the prim one × the sharp-tongued queen. Both are a little mad, especially Song Zhoujue. Modern urban fantasy setting, essentially made-up nonsense. Any character whose gender is not specified is assumed to be female. Coming soon: The More Lovers, the More Impressive Chou Wei is a playboy who leaves a trail of broken hearts. On the night she joins an immortal sect, she inexplicably manifests a divine incarnation. The incarnation tells her she is Chou Wei’s past life. In that past life, Chou Wei failed to kill her wife to attain the Dao, died, and met a truly gruesome end. The incarnation sternly warns her never to get close to any woman. Chou Wei asks only: How long until I kill my wife to attain the Dao? The incarnation answers: Three hundred years. Three! Hundred! Years! Even if she changed partners every year, she could still date three hundred people! To die beneath the peonies? What a bargain! Chou Wei immediately decides to make the most of the time she has left! Today, she climbs into the bed of her banished immortal master, slips a finger beneath those cool, abstinent robes, and softly asks if her master wants to cultivate dual cultivation together; Tomorrow, she provokes her gentle, conventional elder sister, teasing and enticing her and leaving a series of outrageous marks on her body; She even breaks into the demon realm and asks the bewitching fox demon if she would consider having a child together. Her master abandons her, her elder sister hates her, and the fox demon wants to kill her. The divine incarnation thinks Chou Wei has gone mad. But Chou Wei gazes at the incarnation’s face and coaxes her gently: I’ve never experienced what it’s like with myself. The incarnation: ? - When the heavenly tribulation descends, everyone thinks Chou Wei has been blinded by lust and lost in a den of beauties. Forget killing her wife to attain the Dao; she probably can’t even draw her sword. But then As thunder rolls, Chou Wei calmly says, “So I need to kill my wife to attain the Dao, right?” “I have quite a few wives. Which one should I kill: a master who cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness, a sister who disregards moral boundaries, or a fox spirit?” The three women, who had come prepared to set aside their dignity and save Chou Wei: ? “If all else fails,” Chou Wei says, producing a divine incarnation. “She’s the one I’ve cultivated dual cultivation with the most. I could kill myself instead.” Even the heavenly tribulation falls silent for a moment in shock. In the stillness of all creation, Chou Wei stands in red, wearing the familiar, roguish smile of a playboy. “I’ve picked out several wives suitable for killing. Choose whichever you like. If those won’t do, there are others.” - Later, after Chou Wei fails to ascend, her cool and aloof master pins her down, her half-human, half-ghost elder sister imprisons her, and the fox demon wraps her tightly in her tails… “Who do you love most?” they ask through gritted teeth. “Myself, of course.” Chou Wei seems not to understand their obsession and gently reassures them. “You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last. Why fight over it?” [Reading Guide] The CP consists of a master who cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness, a black-hearted elder sister, a black-to-white nine-tailed fox, and a narcissistic divine incarnation. No one else. (Now that I think of it, that’s quite a few already ovo.) The plot and romance get equal focus. Theme: Someone is always walking alone