After the Divine Lord Stopped Pretending to Be the White Moonlight

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[The regret-and-redemption arc has begun. Burning away!]

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[Next up: Three Hundred Years of Secretly Loving Senior Sister. A high-attack, low-defense, sickly and clingy Ghost Lord x a cold-faced senior sister who kisses her until she melts. The blurb is at the very end. If you're interested, please bookmark it!]

Blurb:

Xizi's Dao companion was called Mei San. She was beautiful and elegant, with a pure, jade-like face.

Aside from being a little too insatiable in bed, she was always considerate and gentle.

She carefully tended to Xizi's burned fingertips and learned to wield the sword, even though she disliked it most of all, practicing until calluses formed on her fingers.

In Xizi's eyes, although her wife was weak in cultivation, she was an extraordinary woman, graceful as the wind and fairer than jade.

That was until Mei San abandoned her and tore open the barrier between the two continents.

With tears in her eyes, Xizi dragged along her ailing body, plagued by a heart demon, only to realize that her once considerate and gentle wife was a deceitful, faithless liar.

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The Divine Venerable, worshipped by countless immortals below the stage, removed the fox mask she'd always worn. Her figure behind the curtain was tall and slender, utterly distinguished.

Through a gap in the curtain stirred by the wind, Xizi was stunned to glimpse the faithless woman she knew all too well.

Her heart demon nearly emerged again.

The free-spirited and sharp-tongued head of the immortal sect was her former Dao companion?

"Come forward, A Zi."

Xizi knelt on the ground as the woman lowered her eyes and gently stroked her hair. Only then did she understand that she had been no more than a chess piece on a board.

There was some hatred, and a little resentment, but not a trace of disgust.

That night, Xizi took the book from her sleeve, The Three or Four Things a Good Dao Companion Should Do, and sat across the woman's lap, gently tracing her scarlet lips.

Again and again.

Her breath was sweet as orchids, both alluring and teasing.

"The Divine Venerable went to quite a lot of trouble to pursue someone back then."

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Did Xizi hate her?

Mei San didn't know.

To the Divine Venerable, nothing mattered more than all living beings, so her shimu taught her to love everyone.

To love everyone by any means necessary.

If that was the case, why care about betraying one person?

Besides, she had thousands upon thousands of years ahead of her, with no end in sight.

For a long time, Mei San was completely certain that she had made the right choice.

Until she was forced to take an old lover as her disciple, and was recognized.

That woman was shameless. Like a fox, she still wanted to cling to her.

#Rekindled romance#

#Old lovers see red when they meet again#

A cool, aloof sword cultivator who seduces without realizing it x a self-contradictory yet dignified Divine Venerable

Older woman, Divine Venerable gong.

1. At first, Xizi pursues Mei. Later, Mei chases after her wife in a regret-and-redemption arc.

2. Bittersweet romance, bickering couple.

3. Equally matched, both virgins.

Blurb for Three Hundred Years of Secretly Loving Senior Sister:

The day I fell in love with my senior sister, I wiped out my enemy's entire sect. With my revenge complete, I was happier than ever.

The sect leaders, elders, and heads of the immortal realm used everything they knew to catch me.

Ancient formations and sinister talismans, divine swords and magical artifacts, all rained down on me.

They called me a treacherous disciple, a villainous fiend who had fallen to the ghostly path.

Only my senior sister, the foremost sword cultivator and number one of the immortal sect, had a sword through my heart and a trembling hand.

Her eyes were bloodshot, so different from her usual cold expression.

There was pity in them, and perhaps a trace of pain?

I smiled softly at her, thinking with malicious delight:

You really do care about me.

My dear senior sister, but I'm going to die.

Will you regret it for the rest of your life?

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She didn't regret it for the rest of her life.

She's getting married tomorrow.

Sitting in a bustling teahouse, I calmly wondered how best to crash the wedding.

If she realized that, just as before, my feelings for her were dirty and twisted, would she hate me so much she'd kill me again?

In full view of everyone, I carried her away.

She didn't resist or say a word. She let me press her onto the bed and gently kiss her lips.

"Is that all?"

She looked at me. Her pale red lips glistened from my kiss, while her cool eyes remained as haughty as ever.

How annoying.

At her words, I kissed her several more times disdainfully, until she could hardly breathe.

Only when she turned the tables and pressed me down, her warm breath against my ear, did her soft laugh make me uncertain.

"So you don't know how."

I'm the Ghost Lord. Evil spirits across the land bow to me and show me the greatest respect.

What could I possibly not know how to do?

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Later, my soul entered the mortal world, and I became an ordinary person.

A fortune-teller told me that there was an immortal in the heavens looking for me.

She'd been searching for a thousand years.

Scammers these days really know how to spin a tale.

I went home and tossed some money to the fair-skinned beggar who was rather pretty, then grumbled, "Eat and get lost."

She looked at me and smiled, her pale red lips curving gently. "Could I stay the night?"

Talk about pushing her luck!

Whatever.

"Then sleep with me and get lost."

I was kindhearted, after all. I didn't mind letting her stay for a night.

It was just that the beggar always carried a sword at her side.

That was a little worrying.

At night, she pressed me onto the bed, her warm lips against my neck, her breath intimate and unrestrained.

Only then did I regret not kicking her out earlier.

"Still don't know how, do you? My good junior sister, your senior sister will just have to teach you for the rest of your life."

Older woman gong, equally matched.

Theme: Follow your heart. Break through to build anew