[Black Lotus Goddess x Plague God Who Acts Like a Mom]
Chang Ming was born with a strange illness: whenever she got angry, mountains crumbled and the earth split apart.
On top of that, she was the cherished daughter born to the Old Man of the South Pole in his later years, spoiled beyond all reason by her parents and three older brothers.
The immortals dared not complain aloud, and could only call her the "Female Yama."
Chang Ming threw her weight around and happily grew up to the age of five hundred, until she encountered the calamity of her life by a lakeside.
That breathtaking profile haunted her day and night.
Only later did she learn that the man was named Ye Chen, a Plague God whom everyone avoided like the plague.
The Female Yama and the Plague God: weren't they a match made in heaven? That was what Chang Ming thought.
From then on, Chang Ming trotted along behind the Plague God.
"Master, Master, teach me how to fly!" "Your waist is so slim!" "Your legs are so long!"
Spoiled her whole life, Chang Ming had no idea how to pursue someone. All she wanted was to see him smile, but he remained as cool and aloof as he had been when they first met.
But that was all right. Immortals lived a long time, and she had plenty of time to wait.
She waited until she had sewn her own wedding dress, stitch by stitch, dreaming that one day the Plague God would drape it over her with his own hands.
Instead, she received news that the Plague God was marrying his childhood sweetheart.
On the wedding day, Chang Ming wore the dress she had sewn herself and stormed into the wedding hall with a knife in hand, its sharp blade pointed straight at the Plague God as she spoke through her tears.
"Master, if you marry her today, I'll turn heaven and earth upside down!"
Yet even then, she could not make him look back at her.
So be it. Their fate had come to an end. Chang Ming dissolved their master-disciple contract, accepted the heavenly punishment, and left forever.
Ye Chen had cultivated bitterly for a hundred years. When he ascended, he became the Plague God everyone avoided.
He had sworn to take responsibility for all living beings, but then he met a little shadow who followed close behind him.
His little disciple was willful and domineering, often saying outrageous things, and every day she left him exasperated and helpless.
He had never imagined that one day Chang Ming would no longer want to look at him.
At the Heavenly Court's execution grounds, he risked his life to take the lightning tribulation for her, only to receive Chang Ming's words: "Now we're even."
The instant their master-disciple contract was dissolved, Ye Chen learned for the first time what it meant to have his heart torn apart.
The little Chang Ming who had kept him company through countless lonely nights, who always put him first, who had sewn her own wedding dress with her own hands,
severed every connection between them and shut herself away in the South Pole Palace. A sign on the door read: "No Plague Gods or dogs allowed."
So this was how ruthless she could be to someone who didn't matter.
He regretted it, but too late.
To see Chang Ming just once, Ye Chen kowtowed and knelt,
leaving a trail of blood as he beat his way up all 1,008 steps from the foot of the mountain to the summit of the South Pole Palace.
His little disciple had waited for him long enough. This time, he would be the one to love her.
Reading Guide:
1. The male lead's wedding to his childhood sweetheart is part of a scheme, not a real marriage. This will be explained later.
2. Xiyue in this story is the heroine of Siming, and Du Rui'an is the heroine of Chang'an Strange Tales. If you're interested, you can add them to your reading list.
3. This story is being revised as I write. I take no responsibility for pirated copies.
Theme: Promote Chinese mythology and the virtue of benevolence.
The name of the heroine of the copywriting is getting longer and longer.