After Losing My Memory, I Mistook My Nemesis, the Immortal Lord, for My Dao Companion

Demon Lord x Immortal Venerable, rival-enemies romance, amnesia, happy ending, both virgins.

Blurb:

Duan Weiqing had lost her memory. Aside from her name and identity, she could only vaguely remember having someone incredibly important to her.

When she opened her eyes, she was sitting in a dark dungeon. Before her was a woman who looked close to death, yet remained breathtakingly beautiful and possessed an otherworldly grace. One glance was enough to unsettle her heart.

She seemed so familiar, and Duan Weiqing felt irresistibly drawn to her. This had to be her Daoist partner!

The woman's complexion was terrible, her lips pale and cracked. Heavy chains bound her slender limbs, and old black-red blood stained her faded skirt.

Looking at the key to the shackles in her hand, Duan Weiqing asked in a trembling voice, "Did I abuse you?"

Her Daoist partner was stunned. She didn't answer, but turned away, meeting the question with silence.

No answer meant she was still angry. Duan Weiqing understood.

She hurriedly unlocked the chains, then hugged the woman's legs to prove her sincerity. "Honey, I was wrong! I'll turn over a new leaf and be good to you from now on!"

Fang Yingcang: ?

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To win back her Daoist partner's favor, Duan Weiqing did everything she could to please her, determined to show her wife that she was a responsible and loving woman.

As the Demon Lord, even if she'd lost her memories, Duan Weiqing had plenty of tricks. Every time, she managed to make her usually indifferent Daoist partner crack, revealing an expression unlike her usual one, possibly the look one gave a fool.

Sometimes, she would ask, "Honey, did I earn any points?"

Her Daoist partner wouldn't answer, but the fingers intertwined with hers would tighten, as if afraid she'd leave.

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Only later did she learn that her Daoist partner was named Fang Yingcang, the chief elder of the top sect in the cultivation world and an Immortal Venerable known to every cultivator of the righteous path. With her sword in hand, she was unmatched beneath the heavens.

She was also the Demon Lord's greatest enemy.

Long ago, before Duan Weiqing left her sect and fell into demonic cultivation, she and Fang Yingcang had met. They had despised one another and been at each other's throats for hundreds of years.

When Duan Weiqing recovered her memories, she hastily sent Fang Yingcang away and laid down three rules: They had never dated, never loved each other, and never slept together.

Fang Yingcang said nothing. She only watched her with pursed lips. Duan Weiqing, avoiding any appearance of impropriety, looked away and missed the dim light in Fang Yingcang's eyes.

"If you..." Fang Yingcang didn't look relieved, as Duan Weiqing had expected. Instead, her eyes were dark and unreadable. Her voice seemed to be carried away by the wind, or perhaps Duan Weiqing simply didn't dare listen.

"Then, as you wish."

Her Daoist partner, no, her rival, left.

Life as the Demon Lord carried on as usual: recuperating, preaching to the masses, and occasionally causing a little trouble, all to maintain the image of a proper demonic cultivator.

But later, cultivators of the righteous path attacked the Ghost Domain once more, arriving in force and vowing to wipe out every demonic cultivator.

The strange thing was, the top sect remained neutral and shut its gates.

The demonic realm was defeated.

The grand hall's doors were hacked down, and an unbroken blaze burned the mountains and forests to ashes.

Inside the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, countless gleaming weapons pointed at the Demon Lord. Blood and corpses covered the crimson carpet. Duan Weiqing clutched the sword embedded in her chest and coughed up blood.

The next moment, the righteous cultivators' arms were severed at the roots. Their swords were driven back by a powerful wave of force, and an overwhelming pressure filled the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

A fluttering white figure burst through the door. With one trembling hand, she caught the gravely wounded Demon Lord; with the other, she held her sword aloft, its blade pointed toward the sky.

Fang Yingcang's sword was stained with blood, her bearing majestic and awe-inspiring. "She is my Daoist partner. Who dares lay a hand on her?"

Theme: Pursue true love.