I Marked My Ruthless Daoist Master

Coming soon: "Why Pretend to Be Good, You Psycho? (The Crematorium)" A cold, scheming Alpha general x a seemingly aloof bottom who’s secretly a maniac Qin Moyan, an SSS-level Alpha, piloted her battleship through a wormhole and crash-landed in the middle of a ritual at a demon realm snake pit. As soon as she stepped out of the cabin, a demonic core flew into her brow. The demon elders all fell to their knees: “We welcome the Demon Lord back!” Qin Moyan: “???” A flood of memories surged into her mind, and she realized she had transmigrated into a cultivation harem novel. The male protagonist had an overpowered golden finger and amassed countless lovers, yet he could never forget his beloved master, Mu Cizhu. Mu Cizhu devoted herself to cultivating the Emotionless Dao, free of desire and attachment. Though only three thousand years old, she had already reached the Deity Transformation stage and was halfway to becoming an immortal. And today, she had invaded the demon realm and destroyed the Demon Lord, Mingwen, body and soul. Qin Moyan hurried to run, because she was the Demon Lord now! Halfway through her escape, snake scales began appearing on her body, and her legs gradually transformed into a green snake tail. Qin Moyan found a secluded place with good feng shui and planned to hide there and live an ordinary life. But one day, her Alpha heat struck. Burning with fever, she spotted a woman flushed from head to toe in a mountain spring. The woman was cool and ethereal, so beautiful she seemed otherworldly. She was soaking in the spring, apparently afflicted by a love potion, and was rubbing herself against a rock in a daze. A rich peach-blossom scent wafted over, smelling just like an Omega. Unable to resist, Qin Moyan transformed into a little snake and slipped into the stream. A cold snake tail coiled around Mu Cizhu’s waist. Her gaze sharpened as she scooped up the little creature, only to find a small green snake. The snake wrapped around her wrist and rubbed its head against her palm, reluctant to let go. Its forked tongue flickered in and out, as though it had entered its mating season. Though it was nothing more than a common little demon, it had a pure-yin constitution, making it an excellent cultivation vessel. Mu Cizhu pinched the snake just behind its head and ordered, “Take human form.” She decided to use it to restore her cultivation. Seven days and seven nights later, Qin Moyan looked guiltily at the woman in her arms, who was on the verge of passing out, and vowed, “I’ll take responsibility!” It was the first time Mu Cizhu had learned that snake demons could bite the back of someone’s neck and release a liquid with their fangs that made it impossible to stop. She gave a cool, quiet hum. Qin Moyan was delighted for days. She doted on her new wife, whom she had picked up along the way, coming up with new ways to coax her each day. She took her to the human world, released lanterns, traveled through mountains and rivers, and even showed her all kinds of modern positions every night. The woman would scold her each time: “How improper!” But her ears would turn red with embarrassment. Gradually, the two became inseparable, and Qin Moyan thought they would stay happy like this forever. Until one day, a tribulation thunderbolt arrived, a sign that someone was about to transcend the tribulation and ascend. She turned around and saw her little wife throw out a frigid sword and set off on it. Qin Moyan chased after her to ask why, but the other woman swept her sleeve and knocked her away. She immediately spat blood. Only then did she realize that the woman she had cherished and protected was none other than Mu Cizhu, the male protagonist’s beloved master. The woman stood on her sword, her eyes icy and her hands behind her back, cool and merciless. “You’re nothing but a little demon. I only ever treated you as a cultivation vessel. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other.” Qin Moyan burned down the cozy little house they had shared and faked her death before returning to the demon realm. She heard that Mu Cizhu had ultimately failed her tribulation. Her hair turned white overnight, and she shut herself away, never emerging again. Disguised as a man, Qin Moyan infiltrated Mu Cizhu’s sect and became her disciple, intending only to get close to the male protagonist and seize his opportunities. At last, she understood that in this world of cultivation, the strong ruled. Otherwise, you could only be abandoned. One day, she went to deliver something to Mu Cizhu, but there was no response from inside for a long time. “Master?” She pushed open the door and saw Mu Cizhu in an ice coffin not far away, her hair white and her eyes blood-red. She was frantically kissing the woman beneath her, murmuring obsessively, “A Yan...” The person beneath her was unmistakably the corpse Qin Moyan had left behind when she shed her skin and transformed before leaving! She hurried away, and not long afterward, while holding the white fox who had made a contract with her, she complained, “Has Mu Cizhu gone crazy?” “No, I need to pack up and run.” “Whimper...” The white fox licked her face affectionately, as though deeply upset. One day, Qin Moyan went to Wanqing Pavilion to set a trap for the male protagonist, pretending to be drunk and surrounded by admirers. Her white fox suddenly grew enormous, its murderous aura scaring everyone away. After they had all left, the white fox slowly transformed into a human and cautiously climbed into her arms. Her white hair made her skin look like snow, and her cool eyes brimmed with tears. “A Yan, I was wrong...” She kissed her gently. Qin Moyan sobered up instantly. “Master?!” Theme: Even when the world makes things difficult and you have witnessed injustice, hold on to a righteous and positive heart.