After Ascending, I Discover My Archenemy Is My Husband

I fought my nemesis for eight hundred years. In all that time, he killed me with his own hands five times, and I killed him with mine four times. After we were entangled for ten lifetimes, I finally plunged my sword into his heart and shattered his divine soul.

Haha, you little punk, you can't reincarnate now, can you?

But who could have guessed that, at this crucial moment, we would both ascend to immortality?

When I opened my eyes, I discovered that my nemesis and I were both immortals who had descended to the mortal realm to undergo tribulations.

And my nemesis was my lawful husband.

Me: ?

Because of that sword thrust, my nemesis seemed to have lost his memories of the mortal realm. He only remembered that we were a loving couple in the heavens, and when he looked at me, his eyes held nothing but love, not a trace of hatred.

As for me, who had lost my memories of the heavens: ...

Tch, disgusting!

That sword had also scattered fragments of my nemesis's divine soul across the mortal realm. His hatred was so intense that it gave rise to a realm of ultimate evil.

The Heavenly Emperor was devastated and ordered the two of us to find the fragments together.

I cheerfully agreed, overjoyed inside. Now I could take the opportunity to scatter the fragments and finish off my nemesis.

Once he was dead, nobody could compete with me for the next Heavenly Emperor's seat.

My nemesis had no idea what I was plotting. All he did each day was come over and beg for kisses.

To keep him from getting suspicious, so I could kill him off guard in the middle of his happy dream, I forced myself to put up with the disgust and grudgingly gave him one or two.

The first time I kissed him, my nemesis froze for a moment, but that brief lapse soon disappeared beneath his perfect, almost unreal smile.

It wasn't until my third failed attempt to destroy my nemesis's divine soul fragments that I realized my evil plans kept getting thwarted for some inexplicable reason.

An old friend I hadn't seen in years had just reunited with me, and happened to gossip, "Hey, weren't you two married by agreement?"

"That day, he wouldn't even lift your red bridal veil before he went out to train."

"You used to be a fake couple, but now you're so lovey-dovey. It's really touching!"

Me: ...!??

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After ascending, Xie Ji pretended that he had lost his memories of the mortal realm.

He put on a gentle, adoring mask so that Fan Li, who had lost her memories of the heavens, would believe they had once been a loving couple.

That way, he could lower her guard and find a chance to assassinate her.

He came over to Fan Li to beg for kisses purely for his own amusement, wanting to disgust her so much she couldn't eat.

But he never expected that one day, the proud goddess would gaze silently at him for a moment.

Then she lowered her eyes and gently kissed the corner of his lips.

That day, Xie Ji was the one who couldn't eat, sleep, or calm down.

[Two extreme egoists trying to kill each other, really going for the kill]

[Scheming from beginning to end, with not a shred of sincerity]

[Nemeses are nemeses. A nemesis cannot become a wife!]

[But then they fell in love after getting married, hehe]

Coming soon: After Abandoning My Yandere Tentacle Pet. Please add it to your library~ This is what I'll write next~

Ling Jue was ordered by her sect to take in a little disciple.

The little disciple was fierce and hard to handle, constantly insisting that he was an evil creature destined to destroy the world.

Ling Jue didn't believe him. He was clearly the future leader of the righteous path, just as the powerful cultivators of the sect had foretold.

So even when she was covered in wounds, Ling Jue still upheld the sect rules and disciplined him in the strictest manner, determined to teach her little disciple to be a good person.

"Good people don't grow tentacles. Understand?" Ling Jue patiently pushed the tentacle sticking out from behind her little disciple back inside, then gave him a light pat.

"Good people don't have weird eating habits." Ling Jue pulled the person, terrified into unconsciousness, out of her little disciple's mouth, wiped his lips, and served him a bowl of rice.

At first, the little disciple looked at her with hatred.

As he grew older, that hatred became more and more repressed and twisted. Ling Jue knew he didn't want to be a good person, but she had no choice. She could only discipline him even more strictly, keeping him tied to her side at all times, even when they slept.

Later, when the entire cultivation world issued a wanted notice for Qin Fu, Ling Jue finally learned that he really wasn't the little disciple she had been looking for.

But they had been master and disciple, after all, and she had grown attached to him. So she used her body to shield him from an assault by the cultivation world, allowing him to escape.

Then she used a secret technique to reincarnate as a lotus.

As it happened, Qin Fu had always hated being a good person. Now that she was "dead" and no longer around to discipline him, he should be happy.

On the day Ling Jue died, Qin Fu didn't cry.

Countless tentacles tore away from his body in unbearable pain, becoming his clones.

They were an Evil God, a Demon King, a Demon Venerable, a Sword Immortal, and a Martial Saint. They searched above the heavens and beneath the earth, endlessly pursuing someone who would never return.

At last, as if by a miracle, they found her.

Before they could rejoice and weep with happiness, they saw a new little disciple standing beside Ling Jue.

The little disciple was gentle and obedient, the good person she wanted.

Countless pairs of eyes stared in a daze, shedding tears of blood.

After being reborn, Ling Jue found the true future leader of the righteous path and breathed a huge sigh of relief. The cultivation world was finally saved.

She also met many good people. They were all powerful cultivators, and they spared no effort to help her, making her marvel time and again at how much better the cultivation world had become.

Then one day, Ling Jue was horrified to discover a black, curling tentacle poking out of her new little disciple's right eye, making him look like a monster.

"Disciple, what's wrong?"

Her new little disciple nonchalantly pushed the tentacle back into his eye socket and smiled at her.

"Master, I'm sorry. I don't think I can control myself anymore."

More tentacles spilled out between his fingers.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I can be a good person anymore."

Countless tentacles rose from the darkness and wrapped around Ling Jue layer after layer.

Tears of blood slid through the gaps between his fingers.

The good people who had helped Ling Jue emerged from the deepest shadows, reaching out with layer upon layer of hands.

"Master, stay with me forever, all right?"

They embraced her, their dense sighs and whispers eerie and low.

Ling Jue: ???

Ling Jue's consciousness grew hazy.

That night, she felt every one of the tentacles, monstrous and frenzied.

Aspiration: Strive for a better tomorrow